Being Luke’s neighbor in a dorm has it's disadvantages. And its perks.
Word Count: 2000+
“Okay you know what, fuck this,” you groan, slamming the textbook you’ve been staring at for the past two hours closed. You would say that you’ve been studying for two hours, but that isn’t the case, all thanks to your lovely neighbor Luke. Despite your appearance- old worn out sweats and a tank top with a messy bun to top it off- you rise from your bed, storming out of your dorm room.
It takes ten knocks for him to hear you over the blasting music. When he opens the door, you curse yourself for losing your train of thought. He stands tall and broad, shirtless with sweats hung low on his waist, hair fluffy and falling out of the signature quiff he wears to class every day. His lip ring contrasts the pink flesh it’s settled on perfectly and it makes you want to punch him in the face and kiss him at the same time.
“Oh hey Y/N, what brings you over? Everything okay?” He smiles, leaning up against the doorframe and making you basically fall to the floor right there. Luke knew- of course he fucking knew what he did to you. It was never easy for you to hide it, and he took advantage of it too. Anytime he and his friends got too loud or rowdy you’d go to tell them to be quiet and he’d open the door with that stupid smirk of his and that stupid stupid lip bite and you’d never end up calling your RA.
“No actually Luke it isn’t. I can’t study with your music that loud, I have no idea how you even hear yourself think. You do realize we have finals tomorrow, right?”