Let Me Show You

luke's pov

I can't seem to get her off my mind.

Dakota.

The way she smiles, her laugh, just everything about her.

It makes me weak. She makes me weak.

But at the same time, she makes me strong.

"Luke" Ashton says interrupting me from my thoughts.

"Huh" I ask turning to face the band.

"Are you ready?" Calum asks nervously. Usually I don't like rehearsing because it's not the same as performing. But today I was ready. This song needs to be perfect.

"Let's do this" I exclaim shifting in my seat to get in a better position before starting. "You're like perfection, some kind of holiday. You got me thinking that we could run away. You want I'll take you there, you tell me when and where!"

I was the one who mostly wrote this song. About Dakota if you couldn't tell yet.

"Everybody wants to take you home tonight, but I'm gonna find a way to make you mine!"

I think if Dakota ever found out I wrote this about her, she would kill me. 

She would be so embarrassed, that I wouldn't be surprised if my life was threatened.

She'd yell at me for hours, explaining that "the girl in the song must be so much prettier, and less socially awkward" than she is.

She is just that type of girl.

"You're coming close now, swear I can taste it. You got me tongue tied, I can't escape it!"

But part of me hopes she will realize I wrote this song about her when she finally hears it. I want her to know how I feel.

It's just so hard for me to tell her. She distracts me. I can't seem to form complete thoughts when I'm around her. 

Like when we went on a walk together that first time, I just leaned in and kissed her. What was I thinking?

I wasn't thinking.

"Alright! That sounds good! Let's move on to Voodoo Doll now" Michael says switching out his guitar for another one in his huge collection.

The rest of the rehearsal just flew by. Partly because I was just thinking about Dakota. Sitting by that pool. In her bikini.

As soon as the last song ends, I jump out of my seat and sprint towards the exit. I look up at a clock and see that it's almost midnight already.

 I hope she's still there.

I quickly hop in one of the two black vans waiting outside and tell the driver to head straight back to the hotel. By the time we make it back, it's basically midnight. 

I run straight towards the elevators to head up to my room. By the time I get up to my room, change into my bathing suit, and get back down the elevator, it's way past midnight.

I push through the pool doors anyway. It's not completely empty, but there are still very few people. I begin walking through the chairs glancing at anyone I see. I can't find her.

I probably should have knocked on her door first to see if she was already up there, but I'm not that smart. I'm about to give up, when I see the outline of a skinny girl sitting with her feet in a hot tub and her back facing me. 

It doesn't quite look like Dakota, but I'm all out of options. My feet start moving before my brain, and before I know it I'm standing right behind the girl. It's definitely Dakota.