"Luke?" I looked at the blue eyed boy standing in front of me with a confused look on his face. He looked lost.
"The fuck are you doing here?" Luke raised his voice. His eyes were jumping from me to the guy still laying on the floor who was now probably unconscious, and then to the three guys standing next to me.
"Wait, wait, wait... How do you know each other?" Calum interrupted, walking closer to Luke and I and waving his hands in a I'm-trying-to-understand-what's-going-on gesture.
"Shut up Hood." Luke snapped glaring at Cal, and I couldn't help but make a disgusted face. So by 'shit' Luke meant doing drugs and beating people to the point of fainting because they didn't pay on time. And that's why he was always out? On top of it all, he was a smoking addict.
I stood up from the chair Michael had sat me in and walked up to Cal.
"Can I spend the night at yours?" I asked quietly but I was still sure everyone could hear me. The noise from the radio was too quiet to cover my voice. I felt Luke's gaze on my back but I tried to ignore it. I sensed his anger by the silence he was giving out.
Calum was quiet for a bit, probably evaluating if he should say yes or turn me down. He quickly looked at Ashton and Michael, avoiding Luke on purpose, and then finally looked at me. Then he quickly nodded.
"Sure." he said and held my upper arm ready to leave.
"Wait, wait." I heard Luke jogging towards us and I turned around to face him.
"First" he started, looking at Michael. "Why the fuck did you meet him here, you could've known someone would walk by." he asked in a strict tone that gave me shivers. "And second," Luke continued turning to me, "come on, you can come home." he let me know, his voice becoming gentler and quiet.
I switched in spot and crossed my arms on my chest, purposely looking straight behind Luke. He probably realized I wasn't going to talk to him so he walked closer.
"Lay..." Luke pleaded and I noticed the guilt in his voice. Maybe it wasn't guilt, but something was and it didn't make him happy.
"Don't call me Lay." I warned, laughing at the same time. I wasn't sure if I was still drunk or if this situation was actually funny. "I'm not going to live with some drug dealer and just await for the police to come knocking on my door and start researching through my stuff." I said with my voice being surprisingly quiet. If I was myself right now I'd probably be screaming out the top of my lungs until my chest felt tight and this would all probably end up badly, but now Luke was just staring at me, trying to hold in a smile.
"Drug dealer?" he finally asked, still restraining himself but I couldn't miss the small smirk that was beginning to form on his lips. "This was only the second time we've done this. You don't know a thing." Luke finally let out a small chuckle but then his face turned serious as he looked at Ashton.
"Where is it anyway?" he asked seriously.
"I threw it somewhere when she came." Michael answered instead and looked at the dark sand.
At that point I decided to zoom out on their conversation and just took Calum's hand to drag him behind me.
"Bye Ashton." I quickly said and left the other three guys behind.
As we were walking back to Calum's car that was on the near parking lot, we started arguing. I was yelling at Calum because he promised me they're "nice guys once you get to know them". He was screaming at me because I never told him I'm roommates with Luke.
At the end I started hysterically laughing and he was just staring at me blank confused. Then we completely changed the subject and as we came to his place I went straight to the couch just to fall asleep a minute later.
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After I've woken up this morning I found Cal in his bedroom peacefully sleeping so I took a cab and left home.
I was now unlocking the door of my apartment thinking about what I'm going to walk in once I do.
As I came in the apartment I was surprised to see Luke sitting on the bar stool. I wasn't surprised that he was smoking, but the view of his muscular, naked pale back kind of distracted my mind from the smoke.
I closed the door and that made Luke turn around. I wanted to say hi but no words came out so I just awkwardly stood in the middle of the hallway looking at him.
He then stood up and quickly finished his cigarette, this time not turning it out.
"Had fun with Hood yesterday?" he asked rudely and gave me a smirk.
Oh hey buddy smirk, haven't seen you in a while.
"Had fun sniffing dust yesterday?" I tried to be just as arrogant as he but extremely failed. I just hoped he was still drunk or high or whatever he was yesterday to not notice.
"Ouch, Lay, careful. I'm going to need some ice for these burns." Luke faked the pain on his face and held on to the imaginary painful spots on his body.
I couldn't help but peek through my clenched eyelids at his broad shoulders that were completely exposed.
Then I scoffed and tried to walk into the living room but Luke stopped me.
"You didn't tell me you go home with every guy who comes your way." he hissed.
"Eh?" was all I could get out. His voice and the statement itself startled me.
"I guess it's a privilege to live with you then. I just thought you were better than Hood." he said to himself and messed up his hair.
"God you're really such a jerk sometimes." I mumbled to myself still peeking at his face expression.
He then furiously turned back at me.
"Do not call me a jerk!!" he snapped and brought himself in my face putting his hand in the air. I winced and stared at him with wide eyes. He then put his palm on his forehead, grabbing strands of hair with his fingers. He backed up and stood a few inches in front of me not saying anything. After what I've seen yesterday I would't even be surprised if he hit me now.
He brought his hand down in front of his waist and examined it for a while. My face probably looked like I shit my pants, and his was extremely amused.
"You though I was going to hit you?" Luke asked with an unbelieving look on his face.
I didn't say anything and my eyes fell to the floor. I switched in spot and grabbed my elbow, not knowing what to do or say.
Luke let out a confused laugh. "I'd never hit you." he said and that made me look back up at him. His eyes were still confused and I bet mine were as well. "Never." he repeated and sounded like he said it to himself.
He kept staring at me for a few seconds and looked like he was really deep in thought. My cheeks were probably burning at that point so I brought my cold palms up to my face to cool them off.
When I peeked at him again he looked hurt. Did I hurt him? What?
It's not my fault I thought he was going to hit me. It's really his. If anyone here should feel hurt it's me. I'm living with a freaking psycho.
"Why do you always do that?" Luke then finally asked, obviously forgetting what had just happened and just letting it go.
"Do what?" I asked, not really knowing what exactly he was talking about.
"Try to get rid of the redness on your cheeks." he waved his hand in the direction of my face.
"Oh." I barely let out any voice. "I don't know. It's a habit." I shrugged.
"But it's nice when you blush." Luke's face then took the most innocent expression I've ever seen on him and he tilted his head. "It's nice because it's me that's making you blush." he continued, biting his lip and slightly tugging at his lip ring. His eyes were now a bit darker and the innocent expression was gone.
I blushed even more and my palms found it's way to my cheeks yet once again. When I realized what I did again I would've probably blush even harder if that was still possible.
"Awh now look at you." Luke pouted like a baby and for a second there I thought he would turn into a heart-eyed emoji.
He didn't say anything again and kept looking at me for a few seconds.
"Why do you do that?" I asked him and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Do what?" he copied my question with a confused tone in his voice.
"Just stare at me like that for a certain amount of time. It's awkward, you know." I spoke and my eyes fell to my palms in front of my waist.
Luke seemed to think about my question for a while, shifting in his spot every second.
"I don't trust you yet so I can't tell you." he finally let me know, copying my answer once again.
Seriously.
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Q: Why do you think Luke, Michael, Calum and Ashton do what they do? Do you think there's a reason or is it just because they're fuckboys?
A/N:
Ok sorry if this was short and boring but I'm trying to make character development and Idk, next chapter will give you a hint to why Luke acts the way he does!