A week later...
Harry and I had been hanging out a lot due to Gemma's baby shower. I had never realized how fun Harry could be when other people weren't around. He had honestly been a huge help with helping find things we could use and keeping the stress levels low. I didn't know there were so many corny baby jokes until I had spent about an hour with him. He was seriously just a cheese ball.
Luke hadn't been around much because he's been busy writing songs with Calum. I have a feeling that Luke is still mad at me because of Harry. It was sort of immature, but I had been spending a lot of time with Harry recently. It wasn't exactly like I was allowed to tell him about the baby shower just yet. Gemma was waiting for a bit before she broke the news to everyone.
Today is the only day I've been able to hang out with Luke. Thankfully, we have a small date planned for tonight. He asked if I wanted to go to Nightlock with him again, and of course I said yes. I mean, who wouldn't?
This boy will be the death of me.
My hair is wavy and a little messy so I decide to put it up in a ponytail. We had finally arrived at the club after a dreadfully boring day. I was thankful that I was finally getting out again to do other things than baby business.
The club is pulsating with sweat and the bass. Luke is holding onto my hand and is grinning wildly. We both are a little bit drunk.
"Want another drink?" Luke yells over the music.
"Yes, yes I do." I say, trying to not trip.
He goes to the bar and comes back with a fizzy purple drink. It honestly looks really good, so I take it and chug it. He leads me onto the dance floor and I can barely breathe. We sway to the tempo and I let myself go a little bit. My intoxicated mind could only think about the pulsing music and Luke's body pressed up against mine. I think that tonight I was going to have a little more fun than I should.
Luke's hands travel up and down my body as we dance to the music. I bite my lip and let a few drunken giggles escape my mouth. I lean in until my lips are inches away from his ear.
"Do you want to get out of here?" I whisper in a suggestive tone.
Luke and I stumble off the dance floor and out of the club. He then calls a taxi to come pick us up as soon as possible. I could tell he could hardly wait to get back to the hotel. Boys...
Time passes quickly and soon, he is taking me back to a little motel room. The boys are staying in the room next to us because the bus broke down, and we can't deal with the fumes and gas. Luke leads me into the hotel room and shrugs off his jacket. He offers to take mine, so I take it off and give it to him smiling. He puts them down on a chair and leans in, kissing me with a sudden confidence that wasn't there before.
I'm thinking that maybe we should drink more often...
Luke plays with my hair as my head rests on his bare chest. He was so gentle and kind, and most of all, loving. I don't know what to think. I don't want to admit that I love Luke. The thing is that I have no idea if he feels the same way. I mean, I've only known him for a little while, only three weeks, but I already can't stop with this thought of telling him I love him. I won't. I won't say it until he says it first.
"Emma?" Luke asks, his voice a little tired. "What are you thinking about?"
I look up at him. Should I lie? Most definitely.
"Just about life. You."
That wasn't technically a lie. Right?
"Emma?" He says again.
"Yeah?" I reply softly.
"I love you."
Did he just say that?
No. He couldn't have. He didn't.
"What?" I lift my head up quickly, telling myself that I heard him incorrectly.
He looks down at me and smiles, nervously playing with his lip ring,"I love you."
"I love you too Luke." I grin at him, resting my head back on his chest.
My eyes shut closed as I listen to the gentle beat of his heart. We are drifting off to sleep holding each other and the only thing I can think in my mind is Luke saying that he loves me.
I love you too.
I woke up this morning thinking of one thing.
Did we use a condom?
With shaking hands, I pull my hair back. I guess I'll just have to wait a while to find out if I'm pregnant or not. Great.