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Luke:
Luke and I were currently sat with the boys in their London house; they had taken a short break from writing to watch the football game between Liverpool and Manchester United. Sadly, this came with Luke and Calum shouting at each other continuously, convinced that their team is better.
‘Luke, it’s a game, you know that right?’ I asked, a bit concerned that he was getting angrier by the minute. I mean, it’s only football.
‘I know, but if we win this game we’re at the top of the Premier League…and it’s more of a game.’ The anger still evident in his voice. Luke knows that I hate it when people get angry; he knows that it scares me. Apparently he could see this and gave me a sympathetic look and brought me closer to him.
‘Babe, I’m sorry I just got too caught up in the game, I should’ve thought of you more.’
‘It’s okay; you just had me worried for a second.’
‘Hmm….’ Luke hummed, he started kissing my neck, and I was confused to say the least. None the less I let him carry on, assuming he was just saying sorry. A minute had passed and Luke had moved onto my exposed shoulder and started sucking slightly.
‘Luke what are you doing?’
‘Giving you a hickey.’ Lips still pressed to my shoulder.
‘What, Luke no, why you like this all of a sudden?’
‘I need you y/n.’
‘What do you mean ‘you need me’?’ So confused.
‘Y/n I want to take you to the bedroom and have sex, you got that?’ Thank God that the whole conversation was whispered.
‘Oh’
‘So you are coming?’
‘Yeah sure.’ I gave him a big smile which made him giggle.
Once we got to the bedroom, after a few knowing glares from the boys, Luke attached his lips to my neck once more.
‘You’re too innocent minded y/n.’
Ashton:
I was currently sat on Ashton lap attempting to play the drums, failing of course, drumming was not my forte.
‘Y/n you have to hit the crash cymbal’ Ash instructed me pointing me to the cymbal on the left of the drum kit.
‘Okay, I think I’ve got this now.’ My voice portraying my concentration.
Because I was quite small, my arms didn’t allow me to reach the cymbal so I had to move slightly on Ashton’s lap. I hit the cymbal successfully and did a little victory dance, well more like a shuffle in Ashton’s lap.
‘Y/n, can you stop moving please?’ Ashton’s gripped my hips and held them still.
‘Why Ash, I’m proud of myself.’
‘I’m proud of you too love, but can you just stay still for a second, you’re making things awkward for me.’ What the hell is he on about? I don’t think he’s been like this before.
‘Ash what are you talking about, am I too heavy? Because I can get off if you want.’
‘Babe, you’re not heavy but all of this, moving around is making me very uncomfortable down there.’ He gestures towards his crotch, giggling slightly.
