「 it's you // lrh 」(complete)

ᴇxᴛʀᴀ || ꜱᴜɴʀɪꜱᴇ

"It's still only you, even as time goes by."

-너라고 (It's You), Super Junior.

♡ ・・・・・・ ♡

That night, we didn't sleep. Actually, now that I think about it, there weren't a lot of times in my life where I stayed up the whole night (except for university)—with my demanding job and my postgraduate studies, I couldn't really afford to mess up with my sleeping pattern.

On the other hand, I doubted that pop-rock star, Luke Hemmings, had a sleeping pattern at all. He didn't seem to mind at all staying up all night as much as I did. During his last tour, he'd face call me at the weirdest hours just to be sure that he didn't wake me up or so my phone wouldn't ring mid-class. Once, he even called me at freaking four in the morning! The boy was insane. However, the gesture was unbelievably sweet and it melted my heart. How couldn't I fall in love with a guy like him? Sometimes, I even wondered if I did something incredibly good in my previous life that landed me with a boy like him in this lifetime.

It was already six in the morning and we were lying in the king-sized bed in the suite of a hotel in Barbados. I'd had preferred that he got some rest in our house in the city, but he was so excited when he showed me the two plane tickets to the Caribbean that I didn't have the heart to reject a surprise he had so carefully prepared to spend quality time with me. We had gotten there at almost 10 P.M., so we "decided" to stay in that night. Well, in fact, since it was his first free day, I practically forced him to say in the night and get some rest. He was eager for us to go out and see the best of Bridgetown at night, but I told him that he had just spent the past five months touring the world with 5SOS and that we'd have time the following day to explore the city.

But, oh, man—the boy really wanted to explore something, whatever, because as soon as he closed the door of our suite, his hands began exploring my body as if it was newly-found land. After five months apart, maybe it kind of felt like that, who knows. He pushed me softly to the mattress, climbed until we got face-to-face and that was it. Luke was determined—if he wasn't going to explore Bridgetown with his feet, then he might as well explore me with his hands. Fortunately for him, I couldn't help but succumb to his touch so I let him be.

So that's the story of how we ended up lying in bed at six in the morning, legs tangled and talking nonsense (do parallel dimensions exist? Are human beings alone in the universe?).

"Hey," he said, diverting from our conversation about aliens, "should we go to see the sunrise?"

"What?" I asked, barely lifting my head from his chest to see his face. I pressed my palm right over his heartbeat to steady myself. "We haven't even slept yet."

"Come on, Ali. I didn't bring you all the way to Barbados just to I could f*ck you senseless in a hotel room." I blushed slightly at his crudeness, the memory of what we did in those sheets rushing quickly back to my mind. "I know you like watching the sunrise on the beach."

"But-" I began protesting. Not only had the guy spent the past five months away from home on tour, but also he spent the whole night awake. I wanted him to freaking get some rest! Was that too much to ask?

"Ali, please. We're still young and pulling an all-nighter certainly won't kill us. If we don't do this now, then when?"

I tried to give him my best stern face, one that said 'you. Have. To. Freaking. Sleep.'

"I know you're trying to hide a smile, Allison. You want to go to see the sunrise." Luke was grinning mischievously.

He was right, as usual.

So well, although I 'complained' and 'complained' over and over again, we still threw on some clothes and left the hotel quickly not to miss the sunrise, smiling like a pair of teenagers in love (we were in love but we certainly weren't teenagers) who are sneaking from their houses after curfew.