Imagines

Change His Ways Part III (Luke AU)

"Luke!" You call, running after him.  Lifting your dress and trying not to get annoyed with the tightness around your thighs.  Leave it to (YOUR BEST FRIENDS NAME) to pick such a thigh hugging dress.  She couldn't have picked a babydoll style. 

You catch up, by some miracle and grab his hand, pulling him to a stop.  You look into those deep blue gray eyes and for the first time you see more than the dazzling smirk and dirty gleam.  Maybe there is more to the story that is Luke Hemmings. 

"Who hurt you?" you say.  You step back, letting go of his hand as you realize you've gotten closer to him.  You're suprised by the low hum of your voice.  He looks up at you, those eyes full of hurt that you never noticed before.  How could you have missed it? 

"(Y/N) I don't want to talk about it," he says, shaking the bottle of tequila in your face.  "You can rest easy tonight, beautiful."  He pops the top and starts chugging.  he whipes his mouth on the back of his sleeve and you realize you are closer to him again. You grab the bottle from him, without much prior thought, and wrap your lips around the bottle and start to drink. 

His eyes go wide as he watches you throw back the alcohol.  It burns the back of your throat but that is over quickly, replaced by a slow warm spreading through your body.  This is most definitely a bad idea but as you take another step towards him...yes definitely a bad idea. 

"Talk to me," you say, bravely, as you wrap your hand around his.  The grand staircase is behind you.  He grabs the bottle and takes another swig, holding it away from your prying fingers.  Not fair, you want more. 

"I don't want to talk," he says.  When did he start leading. "Not to you, not about this.  I've wanted you since the day I met you.  But you wouldn't give me a chance.  You've had your own idea about me since that night the four of us went out, don't deny it." 

"And you've had your own idea about me," you pull your hand out of his as you reach the top of the grand staircase.  The bridal party suites make up this floor, your door only three away from his.  An image of his lips on your neck flash across your mind.  No.  That's not going to happen.  You've known him for five years.  You know how he is with women, he wouldn't be any different with you. Your life isn't a romance novel. 

"You didn't give me much of a choice," he snaps. 

"Neither did you!" You snap right back. "They set us up on a blind double date and after one drink you were at the bar flirting with those two blondes!" You yell at him, suddenly beyond annoyed as that night replays over in your mind.  

"(Your Best Friends Name), I don't know about this," you said as the waitress showed you to a booth at the back of the sports bar. You had never been on a blind date and although she knew you better than anyone else, you didn't like the whole idea of a blind date.  You liked things a certain way, you were not a fan of surprises. 

"Don't worry, he is so cute," she promised you.  "They're here!"  you followed her point to the front of the room where you see Calum's dark hair and a blonde head of perfectly messy hair head your way.  Calum's face lit up instantly when he saw her, she jumped to her feet to greet him with a more heated than necessary kiss. 

"Luke," he introduced himself, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous display of effection next to the two of you. He smiled, nearly taking your breath away with the crooked smile. 

"(Y/N)," you said, shaking his hand and trying to ignore that electric spark between the two of you. 

"Pitcher?" Calum asked when the two of them came up for air.  You all agreed and he headed up to the bar as the rest of you sat down.  The first twenty minutes went really well, until Calum and Luke went back up to the bar.