Gate Seven || L.H.

Hour Nine

After getting to know each other better, I decided to take a nap because I was pretty tired. I woke up to hear Luke talking to someone.

"... Not like that," he said. I pretended to be asleep to hear the rest of the conversation.

"Then what is it like?" Michael asked, anger in his voice. "First you call Ashton to make up and get all of us hoping you're gonna come back to the band, and now you're calling back to say you're retiring!?"

"Shh!" Luke hissed. "Lily's asleep."

"I don't care about Lily," Michael snapped. "I care about you. And our band. The one you created, by the way."

"I know that Mikey," Luke sighed. "You don't have to remind me. Look, all I'm trying to tell you is I can't do this. Lily is special to me, and all the paparazzi and crazy fans are going to terrify her. She's not good with people. I want to protect her."

"Luke, you've known her for less than twelve hours and you're already giving up your dreams for her? This is insane. I can't even talk to you right now. Calum!"

"Michael shush!" Luke hissed. "I told you, Lily's asleep."

"Oh, Lily this and Lily that," Michael mocked. "We all know you're just gonna fuck her and leave her. Then you'll continue on with your ridiculous solo career and forget us like you did last time. Calum, talk some sense into this idiot. I can't deal right now."

"Luke," Calum sighed.

"Cal, don't," Luke replied. "I know this is the right thing to do."

"Is it?" Cal asked. "Is this what Lily would want for you? To give up your dream for her?"

"She'd never say it-"

"But would she really want it?" No. No I wouldn't. I would hate for Luke to give up his dream and I knew if he didn't say the right answer I'd have to tell him off.

"I don't know," Luke admitted finally.

"No you idiot," I said. Luke jumped and looked at me. He was using my laptop, but I didn't mind.

"Oh. Is that Lily? Hi Lily," Calum said happily.

"Don't talk to her," Michael snapped.

"Ignore Michael. He's in a mood."

"Luke," I said, ignoring both of them, "I could never ask you to give up your dream for me. Do you not remember what I told you? I'd put up with paparazzi and all those things for you. God, you're such an idiot sometimes. And you wonder why I call you Puke!" Calum laughed and I continued. "I'm not a selfish person, but I know that after all of the things I'd put up with for you, at the end of the day, you'd come home to me. Not anyone else. Me. That's all I want, Luke. God, you're so dense sometimes!"

"Listen to her Luke! She knows what she's talking about!" Michael called. I just rolled my eyes at him.

"Lil-"

"The only things I don't want you to do are continue with this ridiculous solo career or go back to acting like this huge jerk," I continued. "So, I want you to go back to the band, I want you to go slow with me, and I want you to kiss me right now because I'm extremely mad at you for being an idiot and if you don't shut me up now I'll keep yelling at you."

Luke didn't wait to be told twice. He pushed my laptop off his lap and crashed his lips against mine, tangling his fingers in my hair. I gripped the hem of his shirt, one of my hands sliding up his waist. Calum wolf whistled and I flushed, pulling away from Luke.

"Luke..." I mumbled, looking down awkwardly.

"Oh! Right," he said, releasing me and turning around. "Talk later Cal. Love you Mikey!"

"Shut up," Michael snapped. "Love you too you idiot. You better get here soon."

"We should be out of this elevator by tomorrow, the next day at the latest," Luke promised before saying goodbye again and hanging up.

"Where were you headed?" I asked Luke after he closed my laptop and plugged it in to charge.

"London. Why?" He asked, turning back around to face me and lace his fingers with mine.

"Gate Seven?" I asked. He nodded, looking vaguely confused. "That's where my flight was taking off from."

"Really?" Luke asked. I nodded. Then we both went digging in our bags to find our airline tickets. We were both supposed to be on United flight 537 out of Gate Seven at eleven o'clock.

"I was supposed to be in row 6 seat 5B," I said, putting my ticket back in my bag.

"I was supposed to be in row 6 5C," Luke replied, looking up at me.

"So I would've been sat next to the most obnoxious jerk on the plane?" I teased.

"And I would've been sat next to the prettiest headache," Luke responded, kissing my cheek. I blushed and rolled my eyes at him. "I'd rather be a headache than a jerk."

"Harsh," Luke joked. I rolled my eyes at him again and threw a pair of socks at him. He gave me a weird look and I shrugged. "Turn around. I'm cold."

"So?" He asked, now playing catch with my socks.

"So I want to change into something warm," I said, flicking his forehead. He pouted before turning around.

I quickly pulled out the only warm pyjamas I'd packed, an eeyore onesie. I quickly stripped out of the tee shirt, cardigan and skinny jeans I'd been wearing, my skin erupting in goosebumps because of the cold air. Opening that skylight now wasn't the best idea, since all the winter air was coming in.

I pulled on the onesie quickly, zipping it up and stuffing my former outfit in my bag.

"Okay," I sighed, running my hand through my hair and messing with it slightly.

"Nice bra," Luke said casually. I gasped and turned bright red. "I told you to turn around!"

"I did!" Luke defended. "The elevator doors were reflecting you!"

"So you couldn't cover your eyes? Jerk," I muttered, punching him in the shoulder. Luke chuckled before fully taking in what I was wearing. "Nice onesie."

"Shut up," I said, flicking his nose. Luke leaned in and kissed the tip of mine, making me blush again. When he pulled back, I noticed goosebumps on his arms too.

"Maybe you should change into something warmer," I suggested.

"If you wanted to see me naked, you could just ask," Luke said and I flushed before punching him. "Stop it. I'm serious."

"Yeah yeah," he said, waiving his hand absentmindedly. He kissed me quickly before standing up and pulling his shirt off.

I didn't have time to cover my eyes before Luke pulled his shirt off with one hand. I slapped my hands over my eyes and squeaked with embarrassment. I heard Luke laughing so I peeked through my fingers and saw him standing there in nothing but Ninja Turtle boxers, making me giggle uncontrollably.

"What?" Luke asked, pulling my hands away from my face a few minutes later. He was now wearing a hoodie and sweatpants.

"Nothing," I giggled. Luke stared at me for a few minutes before blushing and moving away from me. He suddenly looked very uncomfortable, so I stopped laughing and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Luke muttered. "Look uh, I'm tired. I'm gonna take a nap, okay?" Before I could respond, Luke took a pillow and blanket and settled on the other side of the elevator.

"Um, y-yeah. Okay," I said awkwardly. I laid down on my side of the elevator and curled around my pillow, blinking back tears. We were so good a few minutes ago. What just happened?