loser //l.h.

7: Feeling

Luke POV:

I kissed her. I was kissing her. My brain didn't work. My hands were on her thigh and she pressed her lips harder on mine. I opened my mouth and her tongue slid in to my mouth. I could tell that she wasn't that experienced but that didn't matter. It was absolutely fantastic.

Her lips were soft just like her hair and her legs and her eyelashes. She was tiny. She was my little snowflake and I didn't want her to melt.          Our tongues touched and fought and hugged.

After several minutes we had to pull away. We both tried to catch our breath but I know that hers was in my lungs forever. Red faced she looked at me. Plump lips, messy hair, Mountain Dew and lavender. Ever. I kissed freaking Ever. Evermore. Sixteen year old Ever.  

I slid down from her and laid next to her on the bed, our chests rising and falling. She held my hand (well most of it) and looked really closely at my hand tattoos. A bird, a few skulls, a gun and letters were inked on to my skin. I was just recently at a tattoo salon and got a few tattoos more. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would because on the inside of the hands are many nerves and the skin wasn't to thick.

Her index finger brushed lightly over the blue and black ink, totally fascinated.

Rain splattered against the big window that was right next to my bed. Dark clouds were covering the sky and I could tell that thunder would come soon. But that didn't matter because my hand was laying on a girls chest, her hands clutching on to it tightly. I wasn't tired anymore, the adrenaline was pumping trough my veins and I felt like nothing could hurt me.

It's an exploration,

she's made of outer space

and her lips are like 

the galaxy's edge

and her lips the color

of a constellation

falling into place

These words were humming in my brain and I didn't know where they came from. I looked down at her and I realized I was head over heals for her. And I wasn't sure if it was good. She noticed my stare and smirked. She sat up and started leaving her saliva on my neck. I closed my eyes and rubbed circles on her back. I was sure that she would leave marks but I didn't care. I didn't care. Simple as that. My heart was pounding against my bare chest ,where a flower crown was drawn on with permanent lilac ink.

Her lips removed themselves from my neck and her head was resting on my chest.

"I know that you're famous", she said. My heart wasn't pounding anymore and my blush was gone. I sat up properly and said:"What do you mean? I'm not famous."

"You have millions of followers and you were like on TV and you'll play at Madison Square. Don't shit me", she answered.

"Yeah but I don't consider myself famous. It's just my job, you know?"

She smiled and me:"So you make a lot of money with it?" 

I laughed:" A hell lot." She laughed too and wrapped her arms around me. Three words were on top of my tongue but I choked on them and stayed silent. I was happy that she didn't make a big deal out of the whole band thing. I was just playing music for people who fortunately supported  and loved me. And I loved them with all of my heart. And it's good to know that Ever wasn't against it. Maybe I could bring her to one of our concerts one day.

That reminded me of the boys sleeping. Calum's head was laying in front of the paper thin wall. I bet if he was awake he could hear our hearts beating.But luckily I could hear him snoring and I pinned Ever against the wall. She bit her lip and turned her head to the side as I leaned in to kiss her. I tried it again and she turned her head to the other side.