"Fuck you!" I yelped, tears rolling down my face, mixing with the mascara I was wearing thay day.
The tall, lip pierced, beanie wearing 18 year old stood in front of me, his hands slowly slipping around my waist. "I didn't mean it." He whispered quietly. "She didn't mean anything. It was just a fan."
"It's always a fucking fan!" I shouted louder, my hands fisted and banging on his chest. I was shaking frantically, burning hot tears rolling down my face.
He knew he wouldn't calm me down unless he took 'charge'.
He pinned me into the nearest wall, gripping my hips tightly. "It was a fan." He hissed in a breathy whisper.
My face quickly turned from anger into confusion. "Luke. Please.. no." I said more calm, trying to pull away.
Luke loosened his grip a bit, slipping his hand into mine and pinning it into the wall. He trailed his lips down my neck, his cold lip ring rubbing my skin as he kissed it.
I let out a tiny moan, biting my lush bottom lip. My hand, absent-mindedly, drifted behind his neck.
Before I knew it we were in his bed, his hands gripped on the Headboard.
His hips rolled into mine as he panted, sweat beads dripping down his body, which instantly made him hotter. (To my perspective anyway.)
Everytime he rolled I'd let a moan out, louder then the last. That was... until Ashton and Calum walked in.
