Cherry / l.h ✔️

10

~Violet's POV~

I waited for a second, expecting him to start chuckling or say that he was just kidding, but he didn't. So I waited longer, but the silence remained. "Wait, are you serious?" I asked, disturbed. "Yeah." He said, and I scrunched up my nose.

"Ew, Luke! Why?" I exclaimed, horrified.

"Uh, because it makes my cock hard." He said, in a duh tone. I cringed, "Firstly, you know how I feel about that word. Secondly, what I meant was, why would you do that in public?" I scoffed. The tone he spoke with made me imagine he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, Cherry. We've established that you're a little prude who hates the word cock. It's not like I got anything else to do, by the way." He stated, as if it were no big deal.

"You're gross." I said simply, shaking my head as I hung up the phone without waiting on a reply. Quite frankly, I wasn't sure I could handle anything more he had to say on the matter.

When I thought my hair had dried enough, I slipped on my dress and then sat on my bed, beginning to do my makeup while I watched the movie Van Helsing. I checked the time and saw I had an hour before Luke would be here, which meant I didn't need to get distracted. I brushed my hair out an extra time before I started my makeup, tying my long hair up in a ponytail so it wouldn't be in the way.

I'd finished my makeup just in time, as I heard him knock on my front door loudly. I turned off the TV and raced downstairs, turning off all the lights on the way with my shoes in hand. I flung my front door open, bending over to put on my shoes.

When I stood, Luke's eyes were focused on my hair and I frowned, confused until I realized. "Oh! I forgot." I muttered, carefully taking my ponytail off and tying it around my wrist. I sent him a smile, "Well, go." I said, shooing him away as I tried to step out of the house. He stepped back and I closed the door, locking it and putting the key into my purse that I'd grabbed.

We got in Luke's car and, this time, the silence wasn't as awkward.

I looked over at Luke as he drove, his hands clenched around the steering wheel as he focused on the road. "Stop staring." He said, and I looked away quickly. "I wasn't staring." I muttered. He chuckled, briefly glancing over at me. "Don't know what you call it, baby, but I call that staring." He hummed, focusing on the road.

Baby.

I blushed at the name, looking out the window so that he wouldn't see the color in my face. Get it together, Violet. I played with my fingers, "Shut up." I said, not trying to go any further into the conversation on whether I was staring or not. We both knew I was.

When we finally got to the house, whoever's it was, I stepped out, leaving my purse in the car. I hoped Mikey wouldn't get so drunk this time. There were legitimately only a couple other cars here, one of which I recognized as Ashton's and another as Michael's. I frowned, wondering why there weren't any people out on the lawn like last time.

"Whose house is this?" I asked Luke, blinking in awe as I looked at the beautiful house. "Mine." He muttered from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder at him. His eyes darted up to meet mine and, at first, I thought he'd been staring at my butt, but he didn't have any type of shamed look for being caught like most would. So I assumed he'd just seen something on the ground.

"It's a pretty house." I said, watching him as he walked past me. I walked beside him, and he just nodded slightly. He led me inside and I frowned, really confused when I saw that the house was barren of people. I looked up at Luke, "What's going on?" I asked, officially suspicious. He didn't answer, but instead nodded his head to the left, "You'll see. C'mon." He said, so I followed him down the long hallway until we reached a door.

He opened it, looking over at me as I peered down the staircase into the basement. I gave him a skeptical look, "Go on." He urged, and I bit my lip but went down anyways. Luke wasn't going to hurt me. I knew that.

I jumped in surprise when I heard a voice yell, "Violet!" I looked over, seeing Calum, Michael, and Ash sat around a couch with a bunch of alcohol. I grinned, "Hey." I greeted, giving them all hugs. Luke shut the basement door and jogged down the steps, plopping onto the couch and taking a drink straight from the bottle of vodka.

Ashton gave me a sloppy kiss on my cheek as he hugged me to his side, and I scrunched up my nose, wiping my cheek in a way that wouldn't ruin my makeup. "Gross, Ash." I laughed, shoving him away. He gave me a teasing wink, blowing me a kiss and then taking the bottle from Luke, downing some of it himself.

"I thought we were going to a party." I stated, sitting in between Ashton and Calum. Calum gave me an offended look, "We are a great party." He pouted, causing my lips to twitch up in a smile. "You know that's not what I meant." I said, leaning back into the couch as I kicked off my shoes. "You want some?" Ash offered, holding out the bottle of vodka to me with a belch.

I waved my hand, "Ew." I mumbled, but took the bottle anyways, curious. I sniffed it and then shoved it back over to Ashton, the smell alone causing me to cough. "N-No. I'm good." I stuttered, shaking my head in disgust.

Luke snorted while Ashton giggled, "Yeah, not for everyone." He shrugged, taking another swig. The boys passed it around to each-other, taking turns until it was completely empty and Ashton let out another burp. "Can you get another, Vi?" Mikey asked, pointing over to a fridge in the corner of the room. I shrugged and stood, heading over to the fridge in the corner of the room.

I searched through the fridge until I found the vodka amidst the many other bottles of alcohol, which I don't know how Luke managed to get. He wasn't even of age yet. He was only eighteen.

"Let's play a game." Ashton suggested, taking the vodka from my hand and opening it. I shrugged, taking my seat again. "Sure." I agreed. "Twister?" Calum asked, and Michael and Ashton both gasped in excitement. I raised a brow, "I'm wearing a dress, you know." I reminded them. Luke rolled his eyes.

"You can just change into something of mine." He offered flatly, peering over at me, so I nodded. I followed Luke out of the basement and then upstairs, into his bedroom. He searched through his dresser and handed me a tank top and a pair of shorts. "Where's your bathroom?" I asked, and he pointed to the door to his left.

"Thanks, Luke." I muttered, entering the bathroom and locking the door. I pulled off the dress and pulled up the shorts, pulling them as high as I could before tightening the strings and tying them. I then pulled on the tank top and took my ponytail, tying it around the excess amount of shirt to make it more cropped and fitting on me.

I looked at myself in the mirror, pulling down the shorts just a little bit. For a pair of guy's shorts, they were pretty short, even on me.

I left the bathroom and saw Luke was resting on his bed, on his phone. I frowned, "I really hope you don't actually just watch porn on your phone when you've got nothing to do around people." I said, and he looked up, turning off his phone. His blue eyes pierced into my brown ones, a smirk hinting at the edge of his lips. "You think I was joking about that?" He asked, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. I didn't know how to answer, so I didn't.

Luke stood from his bed, "You should ask Ash. If you don't believe me, I mean." He stated, and I stared at him for a second. "You're so gross." I muttered, shaking my head as I left his bedroom. The sound of his laugh boomed after me, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. I'd never heard him laugh like that before.

He appeared beside me, "Don't be like that." He teased. I rolled my eyes, shooting him an unamused look. "You're not funny." I said bluntly, heading down the stairs. He chuckled, "I take it you believe me." He sounded amused. I turned my head to look at him, "I wouldn't be surprised if you did." I said simply.

He stepped in front of me, raising a brow as I came to a stop. "What do you mean by that?" He asked. I glanced up at him, frowning. "It means that you're...explicit. Dirty." I explained, "So..it wouldn't surprise me that you do that." I shrugged. Maybe the vodka was getting to him or something, because he stepped so close that his chest brushed against mine, gazing down at me intensely.

"That's nothing, sweetheart. You've got such an innocent mind. I like to do dirty things, Cherry, things dirtier than you could ever think of." He murmured, dark eyes looking into mine.