Undressed || l.h (discontinued)

01

The music pulsed trough the walls like a speeding heartbeat. Luke leaned against the bar like it was his life preserver. His bandmates were gone and his head was fuzzy.

Luke rubbed his blue eyes and drowned another gulp of his drink, the bitter taste making him shudder. His objective for the night was unclear, this whole thing was Calum's idea.

His blurry vision scanned across the enormous club, looking for someone or something out of the million people there to catch his eye. Luke sat cross legged on the floor to get a better look at the action on the lower level of the club.

A black stiletto heel tripping over his foot caused him to look up. Standing before him was a tall girl in red lipstick and a Joy Division dress. Luke's jaw dropped slightly, his plan for the night becoming incredibly clear. That's her, he thought.

"Care to get off the floor?" She chuckled and offered Luke a hand covered in rings.

Luke peeled himself off the floor and leaned on the bar counter, in a very uncomfortable position. He said nothing, lack of words holding his tongue as the mysterious girl stared at him in anticipation.

Realizing that this dumbfounded boy wouldn't make the first move, she spoke up, "Care to buy me a drink for my trouble?"

Luke nodded his head and the girl ordered her cocktail.

"What's your name?" She giggled drunkenly and sucked on the lime in her Scarlett O'Hara.

"My name is-" Luke paused. This girl knowing that he was an international Rock star might change the way she viewed him, "My name is whatever you call me."

"Smooth save," she grinned and bit her bottom lip, "but what might that be?"

Luke tapped his foot for a minute, trying to think of something to say that would guarantee he got what he wanted, "You can call me your conquest for the night. What may I call you?" He smiled, satisfied with his response. The girl seemed to be too.

"Just Rosalie. Simple but effective. And if you were my conquest, how close would you say I am to reaching it?"

"Not close enough," Luke said in a low voice and stepped closer to her.

"You know," Luke slurred, smirking and tapping his chin mock thought. "If you're into quests, I've got a place I'd like to show you."

She smiled big, revealing perfectly white teeth, "Well then what are we waiting for?"

Luke wrapped his hand around her thin wrist and pulled her over the bridge, down the stairs and into the night. He yanked open the door of his awaiting limousine and lightly pushed Rosalie in.

"Where to?" His driver asked. Luke chuckled and looked down at the girl with space buns sitting in his car.

"My place. The little lady is up for adventure."

His driver Lewis was no stranger to these kind of things. God knows that the boys had brought girls on "adventures" far more times than Lewis could count. But Luke, well Lewis had never seen Luke with so much lust in his eyes.

Once they were in the car Luke started to drunkenly kiss all over Rosalie's neck. Rosalie kissed back. Lewis tried to ignore the annoying sucking sounds.

Although the hotel the boys were staying was far fancier than any of the pads she normally hooked up in, Rosalie was too preoccupied with getting Luke's shirt off to notice.

The doors to the giant building closed with a swoosh, leaving Lewis to drive back to the club. No doubt in his mind what would conspire that night.

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Rosalie will be gettin dat dick btw

If you caught the lyrics to Undressed in this chapter you get a cookie.

This chapter is dedicated to luciferhemmo as a wish for good luck on her new Luke fic!

(regarding the picture on the side, Rosalie isn't played by Geordie Gray that's just her outfit)