5SOS Preferences

Protective/Jealous - Luke Hemmings

"You have a date tonight, [Y/N]?" Luke spat.
"What?" You smiled sheepishly, not knowing what to say.
"A date? With that dick waiter from George's Place?"
"Yeah, I thought I told you?" You were acting completely innocent. You had actually hoped that he wouldn't find out; he was rather protective of you.
"No, you didn't." He said, angrily walking out of the room.
You sighed. You didn't have a clue why Luke got so pissed at you when you went on dates, but at least he cared. You wished he would care enough to realise that if he asked you out, all of this would stop.
You had been living in the 5sos house for just over a month now, so it was fairly difficult to avoid Luke for the rest of the night.
You made your way down the stairs, throwing caution to each step you took - the heels you were wearing made you slightly wobbly on stairs.
"Wow, [Y/N], you look smokin' " Michael declared, wolf-whistling at you.
"Jesus, [Y/N]" Ashton grinned, "looking good."
You offered them a joke-sexy smile and made your way into the kitchen to grab your bag.
"Hi Luke," you murmured. He looked up from his phone, and the way his eyes glazed over almost had you fixated. Was that lust in his eyes? If only.
He gulped and muttered something that you didn't catch under his breath.
"You look good," He said, his beautiful voice low.
The black dress you had chosen hugged your figure perfectly, the soft fabric clinging to your curves and the spaghetti straps paired with the scoop neckline accentuating your chest. The satin underneath the lace dropped to mid-thigh, but the lace went an inch further. You had to show off your legs the best you could - Luke had once told you he liked them.
"Thank you," you smiled, grabbing your bag from the side.
"I'll see you tonight?" He said just as you were about to step through the door to leave.
"You will," you replied, grabbing your shawl off the side as you grinned to yourself triumphantly.

"Hi, Dan." You greeted your date, your glossed lips curving into a smile.
"Hi, [Y/N]. You look sexy as." He smirked, his eyes trailing down your body a few times.
"Where are we going?" You asked, willing him to remove his eyes from your chest and avert them into your own.
"Well there's this little restaurant that I've been wanting to try for a while. I thought we could go there?"
You nodded, "sounds good."
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"You look so good tonight [Y/N], I just wanna rip that dress off you."
You smiled awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond to that. In the end you settled for a laugh and another sip of your vodka and coke. This night was not going brilliantly.
You listened to him drone on and on about how he wanted to be a professional footballer when he was younger and how his life was not going the way he planned it since he was only a waiter... The only thing that was keeping you going was thinking about how Luke was waiting at home for you.
When the meal was finally over Dan walked you home, but as you were standing awkwardly outside your house he (rudely) asked if you would like to join him at his place. You (politely) thanked him but said no - the idea of seeing Luke had been the only thing getting you through the night and you weren't about to let that slide away.
He seemed to understand but still kissed you fully on the mouth anyway, his lips lazily and clumsily sliding against your own as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You pulled away the second his hands started to move up to your chest and hurriedly scuttled towards the door.
It was almost midnight, so you were almost expecting Luke to have fallen asleep, but he met you at the door.
"That guy is so lucky that he is driving away right now. If he had tried to do anything else I think I might've killed him." Luke uttered quietly, distaste evident in his tone.
"You were watching?!" You asked, shocked. His cheeks reddened slightly, which was an answer in itself. He didn't say a word, just closed the door behind you and shuffled you through to the living room.
"I know it's late, but do you wanna watch a film or something?" You wondered, connecting your eyes.
He nodded and grabbed your hand as he sat down so he could pull you down next to him. He fiddled with the tv and got Netflix up, putting on a random film that neither of you had seen before.
Halfway into the film, you timidly rested your head on his chest, ignoring the electric sensations that were bursting through you. He tensed up at first, as if he didn't know what to do, but he soon relaxed and rested his hand comfortably on your waist.
"Why don't you like it when I go on dates, Luke?" You asked quietly. He tensed beneath you again and exhaled deeply, his grip on your waist tightening. He was silent for a couple of minutes before his calculated voice said
"I don't want you to get hurt."
You tried your hardest not to groan. That was the routine answer, and for a change you were going to do something about your displeasure with his response.
You sat up and turned to him, his hand slipping onto your thigh, skimming the lace of your dress. You did your best to ignore the fact that everywhere he touched burned with desire.
"Luke." You whispered, staring deeply into his blue eyes. It was dark, so it was difficult to see his expression.
"I..." His breath was cool on your skin; you hadn't realised how close you were. "[Y/N], I don't like it when you go out with other guys. They're not right for you," he spoke carefully, as if he was afraid to say something wrong.
"And who is right for me?"
The anticipation and intensity almost killed you while you waited what felt like hours for an answer to his question.
He leaned forwards, his lips lightly touching your own. The world seemed to melt away for a few brief seconds, but then he pulled away.
"S-sorry." He muttered, getting up and leaving hurriedly. You were so shocked that when your eyes began to water with tears, you almost hadn't been expecting it.
You got up and rushed to the stairs, running up them quickly, completely forgetting about your heels. You tripped over half way up the stairs, a throbbing pain stabbing in your ankle. You cursed loudly, then praying that nobody woke up. You pulled your heels off as painlessly as you could manage, before limping up the stairs, tears stinging your eyes. You had to get to your room before someone came out and saw you crying.
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The next morning you hobbled into the kitchen, each step sending a shooting pain through your ankle.
"What happened to your foot, [Y/N]?!" Ashton said, almost yelling in concern.
"Nothing, I just tripped. I'm fine." You lied.
"You are not fine, [Y/N]. Luke will drive you to the hospital, okay?"
"No, it's fine, I'm fine,"
"I'd drive you myself but I'm writing with Mike in like ten minutes, and I don't even think Calum is home. You're going."
"I'll text Dan, Dan will take me."
"Whatever. Luke, make sure she goes, okay?" Ashton was being very stern. He did this when someone got hurt. Trust him to be the responsible one.
"I will." Luke said quietly. You turned and limped out of the room, your foot aching.
You waited at the bottom of the stairs until Ashton and Michael left. You couldn't let Ash see you in pain again or he would put you in the car himself. You started up the stairs again, making your way to your phone.
"I can drive you, [Y/N]." You heard Luke say from behind you.
"No, it's fine. Thanks." You spat at him, venom lacing your tone. You refused to turn to him.
"[Y/N]..."
"What, Luke? You're not my boyfriend, okay? You don't have to drive me anywhere and you don't have to look after me, got that? You're completely free of responsibility so just leave it!" You yelled, turning ever so slightly so that he could see the anger in your eyes.
"I want to look after you! You need my help!" He argued. You turned around fully, which was a complete mistake. Your ankle buckled underneath you, sending you sprawling down the stairs. You screamed and squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to hit to floor with a painful thud. You opened your eyes when the extra pain didn't come. You were secure in Luke's arms and his big blue eyes were staring down at you, concern filling them.
"Thanks," you whispered. He placed you down carefully, keeping his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You hated to admit it, but you were grateful for his support.
"No problem. Come on, we're going to the hospital." He said, his voice low and authoritative. You just nodded.
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"Miss [Y/L/N] has sprained her ankle rather badly. It's actually a miracle it isn't broken, looking at her X-rays." The doctor told you and Luke. He then proceeded to give you some medicine for it, and told you to stay off your feet for two weeks.

When you were back in the car, Luke realised you hadn't eaten yet so insisted on buying you a McDonald's.
The only sounds around you were that of the two of you munching on your food. Neither of you had attempted communication. He finished his burger and cleared his throat.
"[Y/N]... About last night... I shouldn't have kissed you, you had just gotten back from a date. It was wrong of me. I'm sorry." He mumbled.
"That's why you said sorry?" Was the first question you could think of.
"Well yeah, why did you think I did?"
"Because maybe you were just caught in the moment and you did it without really thinking about it. Maybe you didn't actually want to kiss me, you just wanted to be kissed. When you realised you would have to deal with me every day, you stopped."
He laughed. Great, he found it funny.
"How could you even think that, [Y/N]?"
"Well why did you kiss me then?" You gulped. His answer would either fix your heart or break it again.
"Because I couldn't think of anything other than kissing you. I never can. I can't get you off of my mind, [Y/N]. You keep going on dates and it kills me. I can't stand seeing you with guys that aren't me. I don't want anyone else to be able to make you happy. Seeing you with other guys makes me so mad, sometimes I can't even see through the rage in my eyes. I know that nobody can make you as happy as I can, nobody. You're always on my mind, [Y/N]. I just had to kiss you, alright? I'm sorry."
You were stunned into silence. Did that mean that he liked you? What the fuck were you supposed to say back to that? Your mind flooded with questions, but only one response seemed appropriate. You leaned over to him, cupping his jaw in your hand to turn his head towards you. You kissed him lightly, waiting for him to make the next move. He deepened the kiss a little, showing that he really did want this. You pulled back.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You whispered.
"I'm scared of rejection. Especially from you. You're the only one that matters." He replied, his beautiful eyes fully focused on yours.
"But I like you too, you idiot. Luke I've liked you for ages. I dated other people to try and get over you, since I didn't think you liked me back." You admitted. Relief etched it's way into his expression.
"Really?" Disbelief flooded his soft voice, making you feel guilty for doubting him.
"Really, Luke."
"Be my girlfriend, [Y/N]?"
You smiled.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for you to ask that, Luke. Of course I will."