A/N – Hello! I am new to this fandom and pairing. I honestly didn’t have any intentions of writing anything, if I’m going to be completely honest but! I got these ideas in my head and thought I may as well try to share them with the world. And then I erased all of them, started over, and came up with this. I hope you guys don’t mind an alternate meeting Biadore AU that plays fast and loose with continuity, characterizations, and queen relationships. Sorry this isn’t particularly inspired. Title based off of Chewing Gum by Nina Nesbit, if you’re interested in what I’ve been listening to on repeat lately.
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You had warned him,
told him about what you do. You had told him from the start that you don’t do
relationships. For you, it’s better to play around a bit with one guy then move
onto the next one, it’s how it had been for a while. And yet, he wouldn’t stop
trying to change your mind. He’d become attached and thought he could change
you, that you could be together. He was convinced he would be the one to change
The first time you’d
met Luke was at a club in busy London. You were alone, looking for someone to
go home with that night and decided that going to your favourite club was the
way to do that. You’d spotted him across the room, blonde hair styled
perfectly, piercing blue eyes, a piercing in his lip pulled between his teeth. He
was standing in a corner, a little away from the dance floor. He was alone.
You smirked to
yourself, ordered a drink at the bar and made your way over.
You always enjoyed the
look of surprise you got sometimes when you made the first move – the wide eyes
and nervous speech. But Luke wasn’t like that. He was cool, calm, collected.
“What’s your name?” you
asked over the loud music pumping out from the speakers.
“Luke!” he yelled back.
“Y/N!” you edged closer
to hear him properly, one hand placed on his arm. He didn’t stare at your hand
like most shy looking boys did. You could tell this would be a different game.
You began to talk,
making it quite obvious you were into him, and he was definitely into you. You
exchanged numbers and throughout the night you grew closer, his lips talking poetry
in your ear. The drinks were flowing, both of you becoming more and more
intoxicated. There was dancing on the dancefloor, bodies pressed against each
other, his lips always by your ear, always talking.
And then you ended up
back at his place, mouths on each other’s bodies; lips, jaw, neck, collar bones.
Luke was skilled, his teeth pulling your skin making you hiss and then sucking
on the bite until it left a mark, replacing pain with pleasure, moaning out his
name softly. He was better than most guys you’d had before, and it wasn’t long
before you were both undressing each other and making your way to the bedroom.
The next morning you
woke up in a stranger’s bed. Not like it
hasn’t happened before. You checked the body next to you to find Luke still
asleep. This was your time to escape – you never stayed for long after a one
night stand. You quietly slipped out of bed and found your clothes spread about
across the room after last night’s antics. You picked them up and put them on
before checking your appearance in the bathroom; your eyes were dark from
smudged mascara and eyeliner and your hair was stuck out, a mix of bed hair and
after-sex hair. Running the tap, you wiped off as much makeup as you could
before combing your hair with your fingers, a desperate attempt to flatten it.
You were so close to
making it out undetected, you were almost at the door…and then: “Y/N?”
Mentally, you groaned
and turned around to see Luke in the doorway to his bedroom stood only in his
underwear, his eyes squinting from the sunlight.
“Oh…hey, Luke,” you said
awkwardly. You hated when you got caught trying to leave in the morning – but what’s
the point in staying?
“You’re leaving?” he
sounded disappointed and you should’ve felt guilty, but this is what you did.
“Yes…” you told him.
You might not have felt guilty but it sure as hell was awkward.
Luke frowned. “Don’t
you want to stay for breakfast? I thought we could hang out today.”
Sighing, you made your
way back into his flat properly. “Look, Luke, you seem like a nice guy and all,
but I don’t ‘hang out’ with people after a one night stand.”
“That’s what that was?
Just one night?” he seemed surprised, and you weren’t overly sure why.
“Oh,” he ran a hand
through his already messy hair. “I thought we could get to know each other. I
like you, Y/N.”
Inside your head, you
slapped yourself. “I don’t get to know people. I sleep with people and then I
leave. I’m not going to fall in love with anyone any time soon. You’re not
going to have my heart. It doesn’t belong to anyone. Don’t get attached to me,
Luke, I’ll only hurt you.”
You turned on your heel
and began to walk back to the door, picking up your phone and purse on the way.
“What if I can change
that?” he called as you opened the door.
“You can’t!” you told
him and with that, you left.
Luke hadn’t stopped
trying. Every day he would message you, trying to get you to have a drink with
him, to just talk.
You felt bad that you
had led him on without meaning to – but you had given him a fair warning that
you would only be bad for him. And still he tried.
As you were on your way
to the bookstore, your phone buzzed and you pulled it out … of course it was a
text from Luke.
“Come on, Y/N, please. Let me see you today.”
Sighing, you tapped out
a message. “No, Luke, I’ll only do you
wrong. Don’t get attached, move on.”
You couldn’t understand
what it was about you that intrigued Luke so much to try and change both your
heart and mind. It was laughable.
“Just let me try,”
read the next message.
Luke was certainly
persistent. “You know that it won’t be
forever, if I ever do cave. I’ll break your heart.” you replied back.
“It’s worth it, Y/N. Meet me tonight, same place,
8pm?” he asked you and you
ran a hand through your hair frustrated.
It would be better if
you didn’t go, better for the both of you. You wouldn’t be leading him on and
he could go about his life once he’d accepted the fact that there would never
be a “you and Luke”. You’re toxic, bad at relationships. You find it easier to
just sleep with a guy you like the look of every now and then and move onto the
next whenever you feel like it.
But Luke…you had spent
one night together and he wanted more than just a hook-up. He thought you could
change, he could show you that romance isn’t dead. And he had ignored all your
warnings to stay away from you. You had outright told him you would break his
heart. He still hadn’t given up.
You typed out the last
message without even thinking.