The warmth of the house engulfed me, as i stepped in the door swiflty, followed by Luke. I shook the rain off of myself, resulting in a puddle forming on the wooden floor of mine and Michaels apartment.
Fumbling for the light switch on the wall, i yanked off my soggy layers of winter clothing.
"How you british people put up with this weather i'll never know" Luke said quickly, as he pulled off his soaked beanie, running a hand through his wild hair, that now was sticking up in random places.
I gathered up mine and Lukes wet clothes, and dumped them in the laundry basket in the kitchen.
"Why i ever let Michael talk me into giving you all a spare key to this place i'll never know" I laughed lightly under my breath, as I held up a pair of unfamiliar pink boxers at arms length. "Yours?" I asked gesturing to Luke with the pink Calvin Kleins in my finertips still. He shrugged onto the couch, laughing.
"No way, Calum is the only one who wears pink underwear"
"You all have your own apartment a few streets away from here, why use ours?"
"Because our one doesn't come with a personal maid, who cleans up and washes our clothes for us" Luke smirked. I dropped the boxers back in the basket, cringing, and raising my eyebrows at Luke.
"Excuse me, personal what?" I asked mockingly.
"You heard"
"I was giving you a chance to change what you said you dick" I laughed.
"I know, i'm not stupid"
"No, but you're a dick, i know that much"
He laughed lightly at my remark, as I walked over to the coat rack, hanging up both our jackets. Luke followed me over, leaning against the wall, hands in his skinny jeans, watching me.
''I like that"
"You like what?" I asked, wiping the water droplets from my black chunky knit scarf."Calum's boxers? You can keep them if you want, i'm sure he won't mind"
"Oh funny" He mocked sarcastically "No, I meant I like you telling me exactly what you think of me"
''You like me moaning, and telling you how much of a dick you're being?'' I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.
''Yes'' he laughed lightly, inching closer to me, his eyes burning into mine. I could feel my heart speed up in my chest as he bit down on his lip ring.
''You know normal people usually hate being insulted" I mocked, confused at what he was trying to say. "What's there to like?"
"I just like how you don't seem to see me differently as everyone else does. You see me as Luke, not as Luke-Hemmings-from-5 Seconds Of Summer. If I'm being an asshole, you're not afraid to tell me about it."
''Which is most of the time'' I laughed.
''I just like it'' He smiled, looking down at his feet, then holding gaze with my eyes again. He inched closer towards me, close enough this time, that the smell the mint of his breath from the gum he had was strong and heavy.
''You're different''
My brows furrowed, taking in everything he was saying. He must have caught my confused expression, as he quickly interjected.
''Good different''
I smiled at him, the both of us stood in silence for a few seconds. The silence seemed to grow louder, as we stood inches apart from one another, still staring. He inched closer, leaving a few centimetres of space, till his breath could be felt tangling itself in the hair that had fallen loosely from the bun around the sides of my face. It tickled, as it blew backwards as he exhaled.
He inched closer, his fingers brushing against mine, as he took my hand in his.
Something inside the pit of my stomach grew with warm with the un-expected contact.
I could feel the un-identifiable wave of dread wash over me. I thought about it for a second, then the image of Michael popped into my head.
He leant down. His tall demeanour, levelling with mine, as his lips brushed mine, the pressure increasing.
I took a step back away from him, breaking apart, and pulling my hand away from his quickly, and holding into my chest, rubbing at it, hoping to rid my skin of his touch.
"Luke?" I questioned bewildered. "Did we just- you just- kissed me?"
He didn't say anything, his expression was unreadable, as he watched me in front of him.
"Oh no,Michael" I whispered, not wanting to meet his gaze again, as I stared down at the floor. "I can't - I didn't - this isn't fair on him"
He didn't say anything for a few seconds. He just stared at the floor. I sighed loudly, mentally arguing with myself for kissing Luke. For Luke kissing me.
