End Up Here Luke Hemmings Fanfic

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We head back to the school just in time that I’d walk her to Harry’s class. I’ve reached the other end of the room, “Sarah,” she stopped from her tracks by the door and turned to me. I threw my phone to her and she catches it with a nervous look. She mouth, “What the fuck.” And I paid her a grin, “Throw me your phone.” She took it out of her pocket and threw it to me. I pressed and fuck she’s using codes. I looked up to her grinning face, “It’s my birthday. Don’t be too nosy, Lukey!”

As soon as the bell rings, I immediately stood and passed the test booklet. Fuck. I didn’t remember we even have a test. I ringed my number and she answered, “The bell just rang, Luke.” She whispered. “Well, I just want to be sure, you’re okay.” I stayed on the door frame as I watch my girl shove her things in her bag. I salute Harry as he gave me a wide grin and shook his head sideways.

I turned the phone call off and my blood suddenly boils when I saw a sign of Greg at the back of the room, good few seats away from my baby. I stepped in towards Harry and Sarah who are talking about some stupid literature books, “Pull him out of your class.”

“What?” Harry said as they both looked at the nose-cracked smug asshole. He got the nerve to wink at Sarah that made me stepped toward him with balling fist.

Harry’s simply fit and adult, so he can simply stop me by tightly grabbing my arm. “Luke.”

“Pull him out, Harry.”

“You know I can’t just do that, it’s halfway the year.”

“Then pull her out.”

“She needs this class to graduate next year on time.”

“There are other classes, right?”

“No Luke.” He said. “This is the only literature class with a vacant chair.”

I scoffed in disbelief as Sarah took my hand. “It’s okay, Luke. Please, let’s go.”

She turned to Harry, “I’m really sorry, Mr. Styles.” She apologized pulling me out the door, as if I’m not talking to my own fucking uncle.

“Luke, come on. It’s okay. I’m seated far away from him. Besides, it’s a class, he won’t get near me.” She explained but I was distracted that she’s the one holding my hand right now. I rolled my eyes pretending her touch doesn’t calm me.

I pulled her again to kiss the same spot and I see her lips curve up. “I missed that.”

“Huh?”

“Your smile. That smile.” I grinned down at her and she didn’t respond.

“So, what’s your next class?” I asked.

“Can you bring me to Ms. Simpsons?” She asked looking at her schedule. I immediately froze. She looked up at me as I stare forward to the end of the hallway. “Why?” She grinned, “You fucked her, too?” She sheepishly asked.

“What, hell, no! What the fuck.” I denied.

“You obviously did!” She pushed teasingly.

“Well,”

“No. Don’t. I don’t want to know.” She interrupted, laughing.

“You wanted to know, right..”

“Stop. Stop. Please.” She pleaded, giggling.

I decided to stop before I stop her by crashing my lips onto hers. “Is it your swimming class today?”