Carrie hurried out if the cab and yelled out a 'thank you' to the driver, she was in such a hurry, her cousin Mindi was the stylist of some boyband and asked her to help out with some outfit for 'the boys' as Mindi put it. Her docs thudded across the pavement, she needed a coffee ASAP. Even though Carrie was only 18 she was a addicted to caffeine like no one you've ever seen.
Today she was dressed up super cute, washed out jeans, white Nirvana shirt and a light pink loose cardi, she had made extra effort today because Mindi mentioned that 5 seconds of spring or whatever were a bunch of hotties.. not that Carrie was that kinda girl, but it's about time someone noticed her. she was your average teenager, except for the fact that she is ridiculously short. She had long blonde hair that reached her calves. Her mother had never let her cut it, since she was 6. She had blue eyes and she was really petite. Oh and she had no boyfriend and was a virgin.
She made her way into Starbucks and saw the hell inside.
'What the fuck?' She whispered to herself, it seemed that every 14-18 year old girl had squashed themselves into the tiny cafe, well only one half of it anyways the staff were like crowding around the fans.
Then she finally saw what the girls were getting crazy about.
Four boys.
Four fucking boys.
She had to admit the curly haired one with the bandana was cute, and the dark haired muscly one made her squeeze her legs. But she needed to hurry up, no time for scrutinizing a group of boys. One of the boys spotted her staring and smiled. The boy was tall and blonde and his lip ring made his smile seem a little less cute and a little more sexy. But she rolled her eyes.
Coffee she thought. I'm here for coffee.
She made her way to the queue, right behind the giant lip ring guy.
'I'll just call him Lip ring.' She said to her self out loud.
------
Luke was getting frustrated and ran his through his hair, biting his lip and tonguing his lip ring. As much as he loved his fans, he just wanted his fucking coffee. The guys had to meet with their stylists really soon and he didn't have his coffee yet.
Trying to relieve his anger Luke glanced around the cafe settling on a cute blonde. He couldn't help but smile at her, she was staring at him but, he could tell she was confused as to why there was a bunch of girls screaming at them. Then she rolled her eyes and made her way to the queue.
Luke heard her mutter something to herself.
'Hey.' Luke turned around, looking down to her.
As she looked up him he noticed her bright blue eyes. She looked sheepish and Luke knew that she said something about him.
'Uh hi.' She looked at him and urged him forward by pointing her finger towards the counter.
'Can I help you, sir?' The boy at the counter asked him obviously flustered at how many girls were here.
'Americano, grande with milk.' Luke splurs.
'Name?'
'Luke.' He says to the boy and then turns to the girl who was waiting behind him impatiently.
'Luke.' He repeats, this time directing it to her.
Luke gives her a questioning look as if asking for her name.
'Excuse me.' She steps around him and orders her coffee.
'Name?' She glances around as if looking for that Luke guy. He sitting at the waiting table staring.
'Carrie.' She says glaring at him.
Luke puts his hands up as if being arrested and winks at her. He to turns to his friends and continues his conversation.
12 minutes later..
Still waiting for coffee Carrie stands there. That dickhead Luke hasn't picked up his cup of coffee yet and Carrie's still wasn't ready.
He wouldn't notice surely. He's too busy, so Carrie just grabbed his coffee and was about to make her way to the exit. When someone stops her.
'That's mine.' The person whispers sexily into her ear. She shivers and turns around.
Fucking Luke .
Shit.
'Uh I-I'm so sorry it's just that mine was taking so long and I am in a hurry and you weren't getting yours and we ordered the same thing and I figured you could just order another one and....' She was rambling and stuttering, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.
'Yours is over there.' He smiles widely and points to the cardboard cup sitting on the bench.
Carrie apologized thinking about how is lips nearly touched his ear and how she could just imagine herself naked straddling ontop of his naked body, muscle, rubbing his throbbing- she handed him his cup and stumbled to the bench.
Carrie grabbed her cup and staggered to the street, heat rising to her cheeks. She looked down to her cup and saw written under her name:
Luke. 0413 324 765 Call me :)
__________
So this is my new fanfic and I think we all wanna fuck Luke anyways enjoy and read on. Soz if it's short. Byeeeee
YOU ARE READING
Hold On }} Luke Hemmings
Fanfiction"Just hold me." He whispered, his lips catching her ears. She shivered turned to face him. Carrie leaned in pressing kisses over his cheeks and face. "Hold on." His blue eyes looked deeply into hers. As she held his head to her chest, he wrapped hi...
