Moving In || l.r.h

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Hollie's P.O.V.

Luke and I spent the week together, sadly we did have to go to school the next day or it would look bad. I had already taken enough days off, if my parents found out I'm pretty sure I'd be beyond dead. They never really paid attention to me unless I was in hospital, had a new friend around or had a report in my hand. And I could not risk whatever they had in store.

"Luke," I whispered in his ear. I had slept over at his house yet again, wanting to just escape everything, he had that power over me. When I was with him I was me, whether we were having food fights, doing homework or watching movies, sometimes even just sat in silence with him I felt more comfortable and content than I ever had before.

He stirred beneath me and let a soft, groggy moan escape his chapped lips. I smiled at the sight. I pushed myself up off of his chest and he groaned as I pushed the breath out of him momentarily.

"Luke come on it's Friday again," I called as I walked over to get some clothes that I had taken from home.

I lent to the side to look at the whether outside and shivered just at the look of the small amount of white frost that coated the cars and the grass.

"Do you have a jumper I can use? I forgot to bring one, I didn't think it would be this cold today," I admitted shyly giving outside one last glance. I hated nature.

"You already have one of mine, use that!" he chuckled, his voice still husky and deep as they were the first things to leave his mouth other than moans and groans. His head was propped up with his hands, which were placed behind his, now flat, hair.

"You know that's at home in the wash," I said strutting over to him and sitting on top of his thighs, my legs either side of his.

"This isn't helping me get up you know," he whined looking down at where I had placed myself.

"You aren't helping me be warm you know," I mocked. He rolled his eyes and pointed over to a draw at the other side of the room. I shot him an overly thankful smile before sliding off of him and walking over to his drawers.

"Second down," he called as I began to open the wrong one. I shut the navy drawer before opening the one below it and grabbing the comfiest jumper I could see.

"This one?" I asked. Like he had a choice.

"That's my favorite!" he moaned, he seemed to be doing a lot of that recently.

"But it's cute and I want it, plus I'm already up so I get it," I smiled evilly at him before slipping the black, long-sleeved jumper over my head. On the front was a yellow batman sign and it was soft and perfect. It was similar to one of mine but it looked a lot older, and it smelt like Luke. "You know I might just have to keep this," I said rubbing the soft fabric against the skin of my arms.

"Nuh-uh not that one." He was finally out of bed and walking over to the draws himself. I quickly ran away so he couldn't take the jumper off and changed my sweats into a pair of matching black jeans.

"Oh hi, my names Luke Hemmings and I'm a bad ass punk rocker that wears all black," I mocked, making my voice as low as possible to try and get his tone and putting on an Aussie accent.

"That was awful." He just shook his head, laughing slightly.

"Don't lie, I could so pass as you," I challenged.

"Yeah a smaller, more feminine version," he commented, rolling his eyes slowly.

"Shut up."

"I would but then I'd be doing what you want." He stuck his tongue out like a five year old child and I couldn't help but laugh at his stupidness. I walked over and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing his lips to mine as I smiled still.