Face Down.♡ (Luke Hemmings)

Don't leave home.

Chapter 24.

"Don't leave home" -Dido.

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Why the fuck is Luke Hemmings kissing me?

It seemed as if I didn't need an answer to that question, because before I knew it, I had my arms wrapped around his neck and he made sure to put his around my waist so our chests were touching as our lips molded together. As my hand went to tug at his hair, I realised how good it felt to be kissing him. His lips felt so natural against mine and as our tongues fought for dominance, I couldn't help but feel my heart racing. This all felt too amazing.

When our lips finally disconnected, I felt disoriented. I stumbled back, feeling the dizziness in my head as I glanced up at the blonde that stood only a few feet away. He looked, to put it simply, lost.

His hair was pretty disheveled, the result of my hands that roamed around it, his lips swollen and red as his breathing was erratic. We were both such a mess.

''L-Luke-''

''Don't say anything.'' he interrupted, putting a hand up, ''Let's just go home, I'm tired.''

I nodded, wordlessly following him back to the car.

The rest of the drive was silent, filled with only some soft Mayaday Parade music as both of us were drowned in our thoughts.

My brain still couldn't process the previous happenings. Why in the world would he kiss me? Or better said, why would he make-out with me? I thought he made it pretty clear, we both did, that we wanted nothing to do with one another, except for the deal we had between us. So, what the fuck?

My train of thoughts was cut short as the car pulled to the side of the road, the engine going off. I kind of just awkwardly fiddled with my fingers, not really knowing what to say. I was basically always so bad with words and generally awkward person so having these situations happen to me was pissing me off.

''Uh, good night then.'' I finally mumbled, my hand fumbling with the door handle as I pushed it open.

But, my attempt to get out was cut dead as a hand wrapped itself around my wrist. My head rotated to the side slowly, as if I didn't want to face him and see the look on his face.

''Talk to me, Hazel.'' he demanded. I noticed the glint in his eyes, it was still there, it had not faded. He looked desperate, waiting for me to say something.

I released an exaggerated sigh, ''What do you want to talk about, Luke?''

He seemed kinda relieved that I spoke, but nevertheless, he looked nervous because he was biting his bottom lip and I couldn't help but think how hot he looked.

''Just... listen, I'm sorry'' he told me quietly, ''I'm sorry for saying that about you being a- a slut, I really am. We both know that you're not like that and I guess I just got carried away.'' he admitted, his gaze dropping to his hands that he fiddled with in his lap.

I smiled softly, then reached my hand so I could get a hold of him. He looked up, peering at me with hope radiating from his eyes.

''I'm sorry, too. I was being a bitch and... '' I exhaled in frustration, ''I just wanna get some sleep.''

And he just smiled before exiting the vehicle and appearing at my door. He extended his hand out for me and when I accepted it, he led me towards my front door. I unlocked and we walked inside without his hand leaving mine.

When we reached my bedroom, he tugged at the hem of his tee shirt and took it off, then handed it to me with a smug look.

''What are we doing?'' my tone was careful and slow, as if I was stepping onto a completely foreign territory.