I'd Never Live » Luke Hemmings

.3~Running

Luke's P.o.v.
We run back towards my car, with the blanket held over our heads. I was always three strides in front of her.

"Hold it up!" I shout to her, when I stop and bend over so she can climb on my back.

She hops on, and I take off to the car again. Even with her on my back, I still run faster than what she was.

When we get twenty feet away from the car, I turn my head and shout to her. "In my back right pocket."

She pulls out my keys and unlocks the car. I run to the back seat, and fling the door open, letting her in first, but filling right after her.

I slam the door shut, and we look at each other. As soon as we make eye contact, we bust out laughing. We laugh so hard, we are both crying.

"Lucas. You really know how to plan a date." She says in between breaths.

I stop laughing immediately, which causes her to laugh more. "How was I supposed to know the weather?"

She continues to laugh for three more minutes, before she can contain herself.

"I loved it. Thank you so much." She said. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to my lips.

She pulls away. "I'm cold now, so you might want to get into the driver's seat, and start driving me home." She giggles.

I press one more kiss to her lips, but then crawl up to the driver's seat.

She climbs up to the passengers seat, and when she passed me, her butt was right in my face. I couldn't help but stare at it.

She sits down, and smacks my head.

"Ow! What was that for?" I say, rubbing my head.

"It's not polite to stare at the girl's ass, when they're on their second date!" She scolds me.

"You never did answer my question though." I say, starting the engine, and pulling away from the restaurant.

"What was that again?" She asked, playing with her dripping wet hair.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I asked her again. I look over at her, and she's picking at her nail polish.

"Ask me that again later, and by later, I mean later tonight. Not in five or ten minutes." She says.

"Okay. But can I hold your hand?" I ask her, turning mine palm up.

She places hers in mine, intertwining our fingers. I lift our hands up, and kiss each of her fingers.
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We pull up to my house, because apparently Michael and Calum got drunk and had to crash out on her couch.

I unlock the door, and walk her inside.

"Lucas. I need to shower." She complains.

"Okay. Follow me." I grab her hand and lead her into my room.

She sits on the bed as I grab one of my favorite shirts, and hand it to her. Thankfully, I grabbed her toiletry bag, because she was going to need that now.

She walked into the bathroom and started the water. "Lucas!" She shouted.

I opened the connected bathroom door, ever so slightly. "Yes, Mar Mar?" I ask.

"Lucas. I'm going to need a towel." She says.

"Okay. You get in, and I'll grab one from downstairs." I shut the door, and walk out of my room, to retrieve her a towel.

I knock on the door, and wait for her to allow me to come in. After I hear her call, I opened the door, and placed the towel on the toilet. I began to take my clothes off, because tight, wet, skinny jeans hurt after a while.

"Thank you." She said.

"You're welcome." I smiled, even though she couldn't see me. I shut the door and brush my teeth with one of my wisps.

I hear the water turn off, and her shake all of the excess water off of her body. I turn around and sit on the toilet, with her clothes on my lap.

She opens up the sliding door, and pulls the curtain open, and screams when she sees me. She whips the curtain back over her body. All I can see is from her shoulders and up.

"Lucas. What are you doing in here?" She scowled at me.

I walked over to here with the towel in my hands and kissed her nose. "You look beautiful, you know that right?" I say to her.

She rolls her eyes and scoffs. "You might have mentioned that." She smiles.

"And I will keep mentioning it." I smile back at her.

I hand her the towel, and she wraps it around herself. She stands up on her tip-toes and kisses me. It wasn't like earlier. It wasn't a quick peck. It was passionate, meaningful. She smiled into the kiss, and pulled away. "Now get out Lucas." She says.

I turn to walk out, and she hits my ass. I turn back to look at her.

"Nice boxers." She winks. I smile and walk out of the room.