Meredith's p.o.v
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If there's one think I can't live without, it would be clear brow gel and mascara. I used to wear lots of makeup when I was in high school, but as I've grown and my face has shaped into a more mature, young ladies face, college taking a toll on my sleep schedule and I've come to love the freckles that dotted my nose and cheeks, I decided makeup wasn't my top priority anymore.
As for my hair, I went with very messy, lazy curls. Trust me when I say that I hate dressing up, but when I do—I do it well.
After slipping on a simple pair a black block heels, I went back to my mirror and applied a thin layer of clear gloss.
The sound of my door creaking open stops me and when I see Luke peak his head in, eyes covered, I can't help but let a light laugh escape my lips, "I have clothes on."
He scoffs, "Well isn't that a shame."
My eyes widen at his comment, but I quickly shrug it off before he uncovers his eyes. Looking at him in the mirror, his lips part and he rakes his eyes down my body, taking in my freshly shaved legs that shine from the body lotion applied moments ago.
"Wow." Is all he can manage to get out, and it's a breathy response that makes a shiver go up my spine.
I turn around to face him and his eyes immediately dart to mine. He's quiet for a moment and I watch as his adams apple moves when he swallows hard. I let out a shaky laugh before twittling my fingers in front of me, "Does it look okay? It isn't too short is it?" I ask, turning back around quickly to look at myself in the mirror. I tug the bottom of the dress down when I hear Luke finally say something.
"God, Meredith—it looks more than okay." He says and my eyes widen at the words that spill past his beautiful, pink lips.
"Uhm," I pause to take a deep breath as my stomach erupts with butterflies at Luke's compliment, "Th-Thank you." I fumble over my own words.
"Always," He says and our eyes meet in the mirror for a brief moment before I look away from him, tucking a curly strand of hair behind my ear.
"Well, I'll let the boys know you're almost ready." Luke says before shutting the door and let out a deep breath I hadn't realized I was holding in.
Luke lit my entire body on fire with one simple compliment, and I wondered where that came from? Surely, he was just being nice considering he's mine and Ashton's best friend, and best friends lift each other up when they need it.
Right?
I quickly apply one more coat of mascara before padding across the floor to my door, my hand reaching the door knob, but I stop when I hear Calum, Luke and Mikey talking amongst each other.
"Luke, don't say shit like that—Ashton may not be here, but you can't just go throwing around those kinds of words about your best friends little sister."
"I can't even help myself man—the way she looked in that dress—god—she doesn't look like Ashton's innocent little sister anymore—she's a beautiful, grown woman." Luke practically groaned and my cheeks instantly began to heat up.
"Enough. You know you can't have her Luke, and besides, you're bad for her."
"How can you say that, Calum?"
"No offense, buddy, but you're a bit of a slut—how many girls did you come home with last weekend?"
Luke was silent.
"Exactly—just do her a favor and stay away."
I decide before Luke gets physical with Calum, I should get out there. I open the door rather loudly and the talking between them instantly comes to an end.
Secretive bastards.
I knew Luke could get lots of girls, but I didn't know he did. Hearing Calum refer to Luke as a "slut" made me realize I don't know the new Luke. I know the innocent, old Luke who wouldn't dare speak about a woman the way he just did about me, but part of me didn't mind it. It made me feel—fuzzy.
"Meredith, you look exquisite." Mikey says and Luke nudges him hard in the side before laughing at Mikey in pain.
I glance in Luke's direction and I can't help but let his words replay in my mind. I shiver before shaking my head to rid myself of his voice haunting my brain.
"Where's Ashton?" I ask, like I don't already know he left from my previous eavesdropping on their secretive conversation.
"Oh—he went back to the house to do some last minute decorating."
"Just wait until you see the place—this night is gonna be crazy."
"Definitely one to remember."
"Okay—enough blabbing and a little more moving, will ya, Michael." I tease.
"Hey, I can almost look you in the eyes when you have those heels on!" Mikey teases back and I stomp my foot.
"Leave me and my height alone for five minutes!"
"You're just mad because you can't ride the big kid rides at Dreamworld." Luke noogies my head.
"I think you're the one who's mad because you aren't funsized." I retort before walking away from him, maybe purposefully swaying my hips a tad bit extra to get his attention.
"Funsized?" Calum repeats the word and I hear a smack on the back of someone's head, and when I turn around Luke is rubbing the back of his neck.
Definitely caught staring, huh Hemmings?
"Precisely—now come on, I'm ready to no longer be sober."
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Our Little Secret//lh
Fanfiction"You don't understand. You're my brothers best friend and what we're doing is wrong." "I think you're the one who doesn't understand- I don't give a shit because what we're doing feels so right." ** i do not own the photo on the cover of the book **...
