A/N: I am back bitches! I haven’t written in like months xD Anyway, I hope you like this, feedback is appreciated and don’t hesitate to drop in a request or talk to me anytime!
You could be overreacting but you did feel a little hurt. For the past three hours, you had been trying to catch Luke’s attention but your boyfriend was too busy paying attention to the friend from back home. You weren’t that girl who stopped her boyfriend from talking to every or any girl, let alone his old friend.
You understood that Luke wanted to spend time with Alice and you were completely fine with it. You just wished he wouldn’t ignore your existence like he was doing right now. Maybe he could include you in the conversation he was having or ask you to sit with him or hell, even a smile in your direction would suffice. But he didn’t do any of those. Instead he spent the entire party talking to the pretty girl with bright eyes from back home. Yes, you were quite satisfied with your looks but Alice, who looked impeccable without even trying made your self confidence go a notch lower.
You sighed, tearing your eyes away from the two old friends. The party was at full swing around you. The chattering of people blended into the loud, thumping music that vibrated through the apartment. Shaking your head, you silently scolded yourself for feeling this way. You’re not going to be that girl, Y/N.
But saying you weren’t jealous or hurt would be a lie. And what better way to numb your pain than downing the cheap beer in the red cups.
You weaved your way through the crowd, making your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. Or some drinks.
You were through with five cups of the cheap alcohol and very tipsy when you saw a tipsier Michael approach you.
“Y/N!!” He drawled out your name, slinging an arm around you. “Come dance with us!”
You giggled as the weight of Michael’s hand made you spill a little of the alcohol in your sixth cup. “Mikey?’ You questioned seriously.
“Hmm?” His glazed eyes looked down on you.
“Is this… Is this a dance party?” You slurred your words.
Michael looked down at the floor thoughtfully, then nodded. “Yes Y/N, I think it is.”
You smiled widely, downed the alcohol and then raced to where people were already swaying to the beat. The alcohol was buzzing through your system and you felt alive and energetic. A little too energetic.
“DANCE PARTYYY!” You yelled and several other drunk people joined the hooting. And for the first time in the night as you moved to the rhythm, you had your mind off of Luke.
You didn’t know how long it had been since your impromptu “dance party” or how much more alcohol you had drank since but here you were, doing karaoke on top of a table. Your black heels were discarded off somewhere, your hair was a mess and sweat dripped from your forehead. “YOU’RE THE REASON THE ONLY REA-”
You were abruptly cut off when your microphone- the television remote- was snatched from your hands. You looked down at your boyfriend, his blue eyes a little annoyed.
“Y/N, what are you doing?”
“Luke, I’m having fun,” you whined. “Give me back my rem- my microphone.”
Luke swatted your hand that reached out to grab the remote and gently, but firmly, pulled you down the table. “No, Y/N, you’re making fool of yourself.”
You frowned. So now he cares. “No, Lucas, I’m having fun.” You yanked your arm out of his grip. “And these people actually pay attention to me, even though I’m not their girlfriend.”
“What are you-”
“DON’T STOP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING,” you cut him off which he reciprocated by putting his hand on your mouth.
“Let me spea-”
“EVERY TIME YOU MOVE TO THE BEAT IT GETS-”
“Y/N, stop!” Luke said, angrily. He grabbed your hand and lead you out of that room.
“Quite a classy one you got yourself there, Hemmings.” Alice said, still seated on the couch where the two were previously sitting.
That snarky remark set you off. ”Watch what you say, you bitch!” You spat out.
“Y/N!” Luke reprimanded.
You scoffed. “Oops, sorry! Not classy enough or you, I forgot.”
Luke glared at you to be quiet. He then turned to Alice,”Sorry, but we’ve got to get going. I’ll see you around.” He moved closer to wrap his arms around her and even went as far as to peck her on the cheek. You frowned and turned away, your heart hurting at the sight of him being so affectionate with someone who wasn’t you. Someone who he had been giving all the attention instead of you.
You waited by the door as Luke returned after saying his goodbyes, your heels in his hands. As soon as he reached you, you grabbed the black stilettos out of his hand and proceeded to walk out without him towards the car. You waited as he unlocked the car and stepped in, closing the door a little too loud.
The car ride was silent, tension thick in the air. Luke’s hand were clenched around the wheel, knuckles white while you chose to stare out the window at the passing cars. Instead of dropping you off at your own place, Luke chose to drive you to his own apartment. He wasn’t going to leave your drunk ass alone. So he wasn’t a complete douche.
“What is going on with you?” Luke asked as soon as you stepped inside. You dropped the heels by the door and Luke tossed the keys on the couch. “Why have you been acting so weird today?”
You turned to face him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Why have I been acting weird? Why have you been acting weird the past few days?”
Luke scowled. “What are you on about?”
“Of course you don’t know,” you sighed and headed to get some water from the kitchen. Luke followed you.
“Don’t just walk out like that.”
“Well then you shouldn’t just ignore me like that,” you smiled sarcastically continuing to sip on the cold water you retrieved from the fridge.
Luke rolled his eyes,”Of course this is about you needing attention.”
You slammed the bottle on the kitchen counter. Your intoxicated brain heightened you emotions, making your eyes water.
“No, Luke, this is about you being a complete dick to me the past few days. This is about you,” you jabbed a finger on his chest, ”completely ignoring your girlfriend’s existence when your friend from back home arrived. This about you,” you jabbed a finger on his chest again as he stepped back, ”choosing to give the girl, who by the way flirts with you every chance she gets, all your attention,” a smack to his chest as he took another step back. “This about you being an absolute asshole to me.”
You were about to hit his broad chest yet again when he caught hold of your hands just in time. In a second, his strong arms had flipped the two of you around. The argument flew out of the window when your back hit the kitchen wall and his mouth was pressed to yours. His hands slipped around your waist, pinning you against the wall. Your fingers found their way into his curly blonde hair. His lips moved against yours, the soft pink flesh grinding against your own. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours. He groaned against your mouth as you tugged lightly on his hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your dress riding up your thigh.
His palms were cupping your face when the two of you finally had to break apart for air and immediately after, Luke’s lips were attached to your neck. He pressed wet kisses all along the curve of your neck, nibbling and sucking gently on your soft skin.
“Lu- Luke…” He made it hard for you to speak. Luke knew you were sensitive near the neck and he took all advantage of it. You pulled his head away from your neck, smiling softly. “Lucas, I’m still mad at you.”
His blue eyes, darker under the dim light, stared into yours. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”
“I’ll heal it, I swear. I’m really, really sorry.” He smiled at you apologetically.
“I’m not sure I’m classy enough to forgive you,” you taunted, a smirk gracing your lips.
“Y/N,” Luke whined. “You called her a bitch before I could even defend you.”
“Didn’t think you’d defend me,” you answered, fingers playing with he soft curls at the back oh his neck.
“Hey, I’ll always stand up for you,” he said, meaningfully as he bumped his forehead to yours. You smiled before giving him a small peck on his forehead.
“Y/N,” he called out.
“Hmm?” You hummed in acknowledgement.
“You said you’re still mad at me right?” He questioned.
You nodded, a teasing grin on your face.
A cheeky smile came on to Luke’s face as he said, ”So does that mean we can have angry sex?”