“Baby?” You feel a soft pair of lips placing gentle kisses along your neck.
“Why is this the second time you’ve woken me up in less than 12 hours?” You mutter, ignoring his fingers stroking circles on your stomach.
“This time I’m hungry” he kisses your shoulder.
“I was right last time, you are a child.”
“I think I’ve done more than enough to prove to you I’m all man” he scoffs.
“Such a loser” you shake your head, but the memory of last night fills your mind. Turning to face him, his blue eyes meet yours, both of you thinking about the night before.
“Come on, let me take you for breakfast.” He kisses you, gently.
“Y/N? Have you got my blue sweatshirt?” Y/F/N, who lived in the room next door, knocking on your bedroom door makes you both jump.
“Erm…I…I don’t know!” You stammer back, your voice too high pitched. You scramble out of the bed, grabbing a shirt from the floor, not bothering to look which one it is, “Give me a second!”
“You look worried” Luke frowns, “have you lost her blue sweatshirt?” He’s completely oblivious to the reason behind the panicked expression on your face. You had always been adamant in your hatred of Luke Hemmings to anyone who would listen, Y/F/N was the one who received the brunt of these rants about how idiotic you found Hemmings and his stupid friends. You didn’t want her to see him in your room this morning, both of you naked, with messed up hair and swollen lips.
“Y/N? You okay?” Y/F/N asks, “you sound weird.”
“Hahah no, I’m fine!” Your still squeaky voice does nothing to convince her of your words.
“Is this it?” Luke stands up, pulling the sweatshirt from the back of your desk chair, his voice too loud.
“Shhhhh!” You clamp a hand over his mouth, “yes, it is. Now can you please hide?!”
“Hide?!” He looks at you in disbelief, “Are you ashamed of me?!”
“Yes, now hide somewhere!” You push him out of the view of the door, ignoring his scowl. Trying to tell yourself not to panic, you open the door to find Y/F/N slouched against the door frame.
“Finally! What were you…since when do you have a Nirvana shirt?” She looks down at what you’re wearing.
“She doesn’t, that’s mine” Luke appears at the door, in only his underwear, grin on his face, “Hi!”
“Luke!” you groan at him.
“What?!” He looks to you, “there’s nowhere to hide!”
“Oh my god…it was you!” Y/F/N’s eyes widen, “we figured it was coming from Luke’s room!”
“What are you talking about?” You try to play innocent.
“Love, we weren’t exactly quiet” Luke has a smug grin on his face, “and it wasn’t coming from my room, but it was still me.”
“Please, stop talking” you glare at him. He grins back at you, before leaning down to place a kiss on your shoulder. Y/F/N’s eyes look from you to Luke, not understanding what she’s seeing.
“We’re going for breakfast, if you wanna come?” Luke asks Y/F/N. Her eyes look like they’re about to pop out of their sockets. Luke Hemmings did not take his conquests for breakfast, Luke Hemmings said ‘goodbye’ and sent them on their way. Then again, he’d never been looking at a girl the way he was looking at you right now.
“No, I’ll leave you two to it, thanks though” she manages to reply, after a pause, “I’ll be talking to you later” she adds, her eyes narrowing at you, before walking back to her room. You turn to Luke, your eyebrow raised.
“What?” He plays innocent, “I’m not going to hide us away.” His hands grip hold of your hips, pushing you against the wall, kissing down your neck.
“As much as I love your mouth, the thought of pancakes is a stronger pull” you giggle as his breath tickles your skin.
“I’ll try not to take offence” he chuckles, taking your hand.
“Everyone is staring” you’re very aware that the people staring were more focused on Luke’s fingers laced through yours than anything else.
“I know, I kinda feel like Bella and Edward in that Twilight scene,” he laughs, “you know when they first arrive at school together?”
“You’ve got to be kidding?” You look up at him.
“What? I’m not a fan! I’ve just seen the film!” He defends himself, “well, we might as well give them more to talk about.” His brings his hand up to your chin, tilting your face upwards until your lips meet his.
“So that’s where you disappeared to last night?” You recognise the voice belonging to Calum, “it was about time he made a move, he’s been talking about you for long enough.”
“Whaaat? Hahaha..I haven’t! Don’t you have somewhere to be, Cal?” a blush creeps onto Luke’s cheeks.
“That’s a bit creepy, Hemmings” you scrunch your nose, making Ashton and Calum laugh.
“Shut up, you” he pulls your face back to his.
“Ugh, I’m sure we’ll meet you properly soon, Y/N” Ashton shakes his head, “when Luke can manage to keep his hands off you for more than 30 seconds.”
“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll see you…” You pull away from Luke to reply, but are quickly interrupted.
“Ignore them, they’re idiots” he murmurs, placing a kiss on your nose. His arms are wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his chest.
“I feel like you’re making some kind of point with this display of affection” you lock your fingers in his hair.
“Just making sure everyone knows I’m yours” he smirks.
“Luke!” you hear someone shout from a few feet away. Turning to where the voice came from, you see a incredibly pretty girl stood there. She looks you up and down, focusing on Luke’s hands gripping your waist. In the corner of your eye, you see him frown. You know immediately who she is. Giving her a friendly smile, you begin to rub small circles on his forearm with your thumb.
“Can I help you with something?” the anger in his voice is evident, mainly due to the look she’s giving you.
“I wondered where you’d disappeared to last night, you had your hands full, I see” she bites her lip, in what you assume she believes makes her look sexy, “are you free later?”
“Nope” he shakes his head, “well, it’s been nice talking to you. Bye.” His eyes are cold. She looks confused and pissed off as she walks away. As she turns around to look at you again, you pull his face to yours. There is nothing about this kiss that is appropriate for where you were stood but it made your point well.
“Marking your territory?” Luke pulls away, breathless, to rest his forehead against yours.
“I’m just doing what you said, letting everyone know that you’re mine” You grin.
Tbh I always imagine Calum as the type to pull you onto his lap as soon as you come home and encourage your legs around his hips and hold your thighs so you can’t move because “babe I missed you allllll day” and he’d murmur that against your neck and if you had a bad day he’d let you nuzzle your face into his neck and rant and move one of his hands to cradle your head and tell you how everything would be ok and he’d help you anyway he can
Calum coming home from tour and he steps into your shared house wearing a oversized hoodie and sweats and stands at the door with his arms opened wide until you step into them and he would wrap his arms around your waist and his musky, vanilla scent would fill your senses as he tugs you to the plush bed where he would mold his body to yours. Then he’d chuckle sleepily as he facetimes his family while you rake your hands through his hair until he drifts off to sleep with a content smile splayed across his face and his parents would fondly shake their heads and wish you a good night so you’d turn off the light and spoon Calum once again and run your hand up and down his arm and stomach while quiet snores escape his parted lips.