Undressed || l.h (discontinued)

04

Although fate is unpredictable, one can always count on it to either fuck up or save your life. In this case, the solution fate presented when Luke recognized a pair of red lips, is unclear.

Two weeks later, mind still racing with the prospect of his escapee, Luke agreed to go with Calum to another club. He humored his best friend, even though he knew he wouldn't be satisfied until he found her again.

"What do I say?" He asked Calum, feeling more than a little nervous.

Luke's whole thought process was foreign and weird to Calum, "What do you mean?"

"If I see her again what should I do?" Luke asked, feeling more conflicted.

Calum, being the kind of person that he was, was at a loss with Luke. Still, he gave his best mate the most sensical advice he could think of, "If you see the chick, hit her up and try to get with her again. If you don't, get with another girl. This club has plenty of babes."

Luke sighed. "I hope you're right," he said.

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Another night, another beer, Luke thought as he took a swig of his drink. It had been nearly an hour and a half and his runaway girl was nowhere to be found.

He sighed. Why did I agree to this? I'll never see the bitch again, Luke complained silently.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Calum stumbling over to him, some girl in a slinky dress following close behind.

"Yeewww mate!" Calum chuckled drunkenly and hit Luke's arm.

"You find your girl yet?" He asked, shushing the woman behind him when she asked him if they were leaving soon.

Luke shoved Calum's arm off his shoulder, "No."

"Too bad mate. On the bright side, I found the lady of my dreams," Calum boasted and kissed the smiling woman's neck.

Luke grunted in disgust and returned his gaze forward. Perhaps this miniscule gesture was unintended, maybe his subconcious knew that when he looked up, all his poblems would be solved. It was like a puzzle to him. A eureka moment, of sorts. His mind replayed everything he remembered in greater detail. He saw the face below him, he remembered the feeling of her lips on his skin.

"Rosalie," he whispered.

"What?" asked Calum. Luke had completely forgotten the fact that he was even still there.

Luke snapped out of his daze and frantically muttered, "Uh, nothing. Bye Cal!"

Calum was confused for a minute, but his club girl quickly returned his focus, and away they went. Luke on the other hand, couldn't be distracted by anything. Even the various people he shoved out of the way as he speed walked like a bulldozer.

He was nearly to her when two variables came into play that could easily ruin any chance of him reachiing his so desired destination.

1) Rosalie finishing the conversation she was having and starting to walk away

2) Another girl no more than 5' 2" than Luke stepping in front of him and blocking his path

"You're Luke Hemmings, right?" The girl with too much foundation on giggled.

"Yeah," he mumbled, moving his head around to get a better view of his runaway girl.

"That's so cool," gushed the rather annoying woman who was not picking up on Luke's body language whatsoever.

"Look, I'd really love to stay and chat, but I have to um...go feed-uh-find my mates," Luke stuttered and uncharacteristically shoved the short woman out of the way.

He must've looked rediculous, running through crowds of people like that, but that wasn't even close to being on his mind. The poor boy didn't even know what he was going to say when he finally got her attention. Which became obvious to him by the very uncouth way that he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to face him.

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A cliffhanger haha why do I suck

Hey I'm sorry this took so long my Wattpad app glitched out again -_-

I hope you'll forgive me for this sucking I had writers block ahsndjdjkf