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fifteen

-Luke-

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, suprised to why she was standing outside my house on a Friday night at midnight. She was wearing a black, beautiful dress and I couldn't help but look at her. It was so difficult, all I wanted was to kiss her right there and then.  

She had just been here one time before and I really didn't plan on it to be more times, but she had obviously other ideas as she walked into my house, pushing me to the wall and pressing her lips to mine. 

It was an odd feeling to be honest. Emily's lips were so perfect and soft against mine. I had never felt this before, but I was fucking scared to be honest. It was so weird how she had this effect on me. My heartbeat fastened, I got nervous and I just felt those damn sparks. 

I couldn't help but continue to kiss her. The kiss got more heated and I tugged at her bottom lip, earning a moan from her. I smiled a small smile. I didn't know that kissing someone would feel so good and I would not want to kiss anyone other than her. I was in deep shit.

We pulled away, our foreheads touching. 

"Why have you been ignoring me?" she asked, hurt in her voice. 

I sighed, looking away from her beautiful blue eyes. 

"I know what you are doing." she stated.

 I raised an eyebrow at her.

"You're trying to hide away from your feelings." she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. How the fuck did she know that? 

"I-" I began, but she interrupted me. 

"Luke Robert Hemmings, I am sick of your behavour right now. I fucking know that you feel something too!" she slurred.

It then hit me, Emily was drunk. Really drunk too. 

"You think it's okay to just kiss me, give me this hope and just pretend like nothing? If you didn't feel anything for me why did you come to my house a few days ago, yelling at me because you felt something when we kissed!" she yelled. 

"Emily, calm down." I said slowly. 

"Don't tell me what to do Luke!" she snapped, crossing her arms. I rolled my eyes. She was stubborn when se haw drunk. 

"How did you remember where I lived?" I asked. 

"I asked Calum." she snapped, stumbling into the living room. 

"Emily, you should go home." I stated but Emily shook her head. 

"NO! I am going to yell at you for being such a jerk to me all the time." she pouted.

All I wanted was to kiss her pout away right now. 

"Emily, we should probably talk when you are sober." I warned. 

"Shut up!" she shouted. 

I raised my eyebrows at her, but followed her into the living room. She was so controlling right now, but she was hot though. 

"Sit down." she snapped. I rolled my eyes, but her expression made me sit down. 

"You can't just play with my feelings like you do! You know I have feelings for you and I know you don't believe in love, but for fuck's sake Luke! You can't hide the fact that you actually feel something when you are with me. You told me that and I am so sick of what you are doing. You hurt both me and yourself because you're hiding your feelings away. I know you don't believe in love for some weird reason but I am willing to show you how great it actually is. I'm not leaving Luke, you can't hide away from me." she spoke up, her voice strong and serious.