"in your wildest dreams hemmings"
"you know it baby"
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can maddison clifford endure another tour with her brother and his bandmates, the harsh reality of social media and her ever growing feelings for a certain blonde boy?
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948,822 likes maddi_clifford: "borrowed" lucas' leather jacket today, who wore it better? @lukehemmings
mikenmadds: i'm practically salivating 🤤 lukehemmings: you you you you you maddi_clifford: @lukehemmings idk man you do rock it pretty well calumhood: definitely you maddi_clifford: @calumhood 😈 calumhood: @maddi_clifford 😼 calsamnesia: ^ i love whatever that was cliffordsiblings: maddi and mike in leather jackets >>> hemmings_goodgrl: obviously luke looks better. stupid whore 🙄 lukas_pukas: he doesn't even like being called lucas. you should know that. lukehemmings: fuck me you look good in my clothes.
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luke robert hemmings
A lace crop top. A lace crop top was all she wore under that darn jacket. My leather jacket. I'm convinced she wants me dead. I'd be better off there anyways, buried and dead in the ground. It'd save me from her torturous games. She knows exactly what she's doing. She knows the effect she has on me. The moment she stepped out in the outfit the teasing began.
"What do you think Luke?" Maddi strutted out confidentially, jacket clutched in both of her hands and pulled tightly across her chest, concealing the clothing underneath it.
"I-is that mine?" I couldn't help but stare at her wonderfully long legs that were trapped beneath the confines of her ripped black skinny jeans.
"Yep," she grinned, popping the p.
"So do you like my outfit today?" My breath caught in my throat as she slowly lowered her hands away from my jacket, revealing the tiny layer of lace that kept her bare breasts from being completely exposed.
"I-um, sure. Yeah," I coughed awkwardly into my hand while trying my hardest not to stare at her perfect body. A devilish smirk spread over her usually angelic face. I gulped, my Adam's apple bobbing up and down, I could feel it scratch at the inside of my throat, acting as a warning sign that I needed to control my thoughts. My eyes lingered on her lips as they formed a pout, how I longed to place my own mouth on hers. No one will ever understand how wild she drives me. I could tell she wasn't satisfied with my reply, the next words that left her mouth confirmed my suspicion.
"Come on, I never wear your clothes. I was expecting a better answer than 'sure'," I breathed in and out, trying to take control of my racing thoughts. If she wanted to fight fire with fire, that's exactly what she was going to get. My own smirk appeared at the shocked expression she displayed when I rose from my seat, I stood closely in front of her, leaning in so my breath tickled her ear.
"You look good in my clothes," I whispered, and before she could retaliate, I slipped the jacket off of her shoulders, swiftly tugging it onto my own broad frame. Figuring I'd left her speechless, I turned on my heel and exited the tour bus without another word, smiling contently to myself at my small victory over her. There was no way she was going to get to me that easily. Luke 1, Maddison 0.
maddison gabrielle clifford
I was on a desperate hunt for Luke. I was gobsmacked when he plucked the leather jacket off of me. It took me a while to gather my thoughts after he did. But it quickly occurred to me that I was now only in a pair of skinny jeans and a small lace crop top. I needed that jacket back. Desperately.
I'd tried to avoid the eyes of anyone else but it was near impossible due to the copious amount of crew members crawling around the venue. It became especially difficult when I entered the backstage area. I checked my phone quickly, 12:00pm. I knew exactly where that blonde bandit was.
I jogged my way to the front of the venue, gaining questionable gaze after questionable gaze as I went. The closer I got, the more determined I became. The sounds of banging drums and messily plucked guitars filled my ears. The familiar bass riff to 'Good Girls' filled out the arena as a bored looking Calum Hood came into my line of vision. Beside him, my overly happy brother who was carelessly bashing down onto the drum kit, much to the annoyance of Ashton. And of course, front and centre stood the man of the hour, leather jacket hugging his broad shoulders tightly.
"Miss Clifford," a security guard with long black hair, tied back into a ponytail, nodded at me as I passed him. I smiled and muttered a quick 'hello' before standing at the edge of the stairs that lead onto the stage. It was only then that the flaws in my plan started to seep through into my head. But I was to far through with it all to back out now. I hopped up the stairs to the stage, taking 2 at a time and marched straight over to the front of the stage where Luke was calmly plucking the strings of his beloved guitar. I stopped in front Calum, who had the most confused expression I'd ever witnessed on his face.
"Madds what are you wearing?" His eyebrows shot up as he spoke. I sighed, being delayed by someone else was the number one flaw in my plan.
"I'll explain later Cal," I shot him what I hoped was a reassuring smile before determinedly making my way towards Luke. I stopped right beside him, crossing my arms and jutting my hip out to let him know I meant business.
"I believe you have something of mine Mr Hemmings," I coughed a little to clear my throat and gain his attention. I chose to ignore the fact that his eyes immediately raked up and down my body, even if the action did cause a shiver to run down my spine.
"Actually Miss Clifford, last time I checked this jacket belonged to me," I wished I could have slapped that stupid smirk right off of his perfect face. He took a challenging step towards me, almost daring me to make my next move. I decided in a situation like this it was always best to go with the pout card.
"Please Lukey, I need it back. Everyone can see my top otherwise," I produced the biggest, but least dramatic pout I could form and sent him, what I hoped, was my most sweetest puppy dog eyes. I'd thought I'd done it when he visibly gulped. Apparently, Luke had other plans. He took another step towards me, the only thing keeping our bodies from touching was the guitar that hung from Luke's shoulder strap.
"Sorry Princess, but no can do. Puppy dog eyes aren't going to win you anything this time," he stuck a finger under my chin and lifted my eyes to meet his. We stared into each other's pupils for a second. That was until a genius idea struck into my head. If I couldn't tap into his sap side, I'd hit him where it hurts the most, his jealous side.
I kept solid eye contact with the blonde while I sighed heavily, as if my next task was going to cause me a great deal of pain.
"I guess I'll just go ask Ashton or Cal then. They'll lend me a jacket," I began to spin on my heel before a rough hand span me back around to face him.
"Take the bloody jacket," he whispered harshly in my ear, slinging it off of his shoulders and handing it to me. I smiled triumphantly as I slipped the leather material onto my self. Basking in the scent that it gave off, it smelt just like Luke. A scent I'd grown rather fond of. I could tell he was finished with our conversation because he took his guitar off of himself and held it gently in his right hand, signalling he wanted to leave. But before he could make his exit, he stopped right beside me and leaned down slightly to whisper in my ear. His breath tickled the shell of my ear, his words tickled the butterflies in my rib cage.
"The jacket, looks so much fucking better on you anyways."
