stupid little things || luke hemmings

Chapter 17

Luke's POV:

I feel a light touch on my nose and I attempt to roll away from it, my face squishing into cool, white fabric. Just as I begin to doze off again, the touch returns, this time on my ear. Wearily, I peak one eye open to see Jo, my favorite mischievous grin on her face as she looks up at me with playful eyes.

"Good morning," I grumble, my voice rolling roughly out of my throat. I feel the bed shake a little as she scoots closer, lips connecting to mine in a way that's second nature by now. 

After almost two months of dating, it's expected I guess. 

"Guess what today is?" she grins, bright eyes shining in the morning light seeping in the window. I try to keep my face netural, hoping she won't know what I have planned.

"Ummmm June- 20th?" I inflect my voice, praying it fools her.

"It's June 23rd you dweeb. Do you even know what country were in?" 

"Maybeeee," I tease, giving her a sheepish grin. She rolls her eyes, climbing out of the bed.

"No don't go! Were in Milan!" I pout, prepared to backtrack and admit that I actually knew what today was but I find my eyes trained on the skin revealed under the hemline of her lace underwear as she walks to the window. She yanks the curtain back, unveiling a clear, straight view to a large monument.

The Effiel Tower.

"I meant Milan street," I respond jokingly, a blush finding my cheeks.

"You're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot," I grin, standing up and taking her in my arms. She kisses me again, and I can feel her smile on her lips. On instinct, my hands slide down, cupping her ass as she presses her chest against mine. I feel my heart speed up as I take in the situation, squeezing the flesh in my fingers gently.

"Cheeky," she breathes, lips parting against mine.

"Literally," I respond, grinning and squeezing again. I slip my tongue into her mouth, her hands coming up to twist into my hair at the nape of my neck. The now purple underside of her long locks tickle my bare chest as she presses even closer to me, eager. I duck down, attaching my lips to the soft skin of her neck, careful not to leave any marks, knowing we'll be facing camera's soon enough.

"Luke, you've got an interview in an hour," she speaks my thoughts, making me groan.

"Why can't I just stay with you all day," I bury my face in her neck, locking my arms like a vice around her lower back, pulling her up slightly so she's on her tip toes.

"I'm with you basically 24/7 minus the times you're on stage you dweeb," Jo teases, wiggling a little until I release her, in exchange for three more kisses.

"Pick my outfit," I plead from the bathroom a few minutes later as I fiddle with my hair, quiffing it up and making it messy.

"You're needy," she giggles, making me grin into the mirror. She slides into the bathroom in her socks, almost knocking me over in the process and handing me a pair of skinny jeans and a flannel. 

"And you're gonna be late too," she quirks an eyebrow, leaving the bathroom and heading back to the main room. I throw my clothes on in record time, struggling into  my skinny jeans as I yank them up, hopping towards my suitcase to find Jo doing the exact same thing with her own pants.

We bust out laughing, having to stop attempting to get dressed in order to keep from falling over.

"Were a hot mess," she mumbles, still laughing as she buttons the black fabric of her own pants. "Now go, Steve's gonna be pissed."