"What in the world?" I asked myself before climbing out of bed and going to check what the noise was. I looked down to see a shadowy, lanky, tall figure throwing small bits of gravel at my window. I ran down the stairs and opened the door, the cold night air rushing in at me. "Hey!" I screamed.
The figure stopped. He turned towards me where in was standing in the doorway. He started to walk towards me. "Who are you?" I called nervously. "What do you want?"
"Chill sweetheart," came the thick Australian accent.
"You?" I snarled at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Feisty," he chuckled, still walking towards me.
"Go. Away." I said, before pointedly slamming the door. There was a knock on the door almost immediately.
"Don't be like this," he said. "Let me talk to you."
"Well, I think we talked enough earlier!" I yelled before walking up the stairs. I stalled. "How did you even find my house?"
He laughed. "I'm famous, I can do just about anything." I rolled my eyes and continued walking up the stairs, letting his voice fade into the background. I shut my curtains before crawling back into bed and drifting off to sleep.
The next day
I woke up with my room bright with light. I rolled over groaning to check the time on my phone. Half past eleven! All of a sudden, the memories of last night came flooding back into my mind. I jumped out of bed and ran over to the window. A strange car was parked just outside my house. Slipping on my Ugg boots and throwing on a jacket, I ran down the stairs and out the door, leaving it ajar behind me. I took off across my front lawn before reaching the strange black car. I peered into the window to find Luke stretched across the drivers and passengers seat. Trying the door, I found it unlocked and leaned slightly inside. "Luke?" I whispered harshly. "Hey!" I said shaking him awake
He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes blearily and twisting around to look at me. "Morning beautiful," he said, a lazy smirk spreading across his face.
"Are you crazy?" I half screamed at him. "If a fan walks past and sees you here, rumors are going to run wild!" I grabbed his wrist and pulled insistently. "Come!"
He looked down at my hand on his wrist as he slowly maneuvered himself out of the car. "Can't keep your hands off me, hey?" He said.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't be such a jackass," I muttered, dragging him towards the house.
"You're so cute when you're angry," he chuckled, infuriating me even more.
"Yeah? Well I'm about to get real f****** adorable if you don't shut up." I swore at him. He laughed. When we reached the house, I dragged him inside before shutting the door hard. "What do you want?" I growled at him.
"I wanted to say thank you for last night," he said grinning lazily at me. I raised my eyebrows, asking him to explain. He sighed. "You are the only one that's brave enough to tell me that I'm being an asshole when I am." He said, looking down. "I guess it was nice, most of the other girls just Fangirl until I push them away."
"Yeah, well, you're not a very nice person." I grumbled, looking into his eyes. It struck me just how tall he was.
He laughed at me. "Do you want to go and get breakfast?" He asked me.
"Um, no." I said rudely. "You can't just treat me like that and then expect me to fall in love with you." I said when his face fell. "Just because you have the rest of the world is wrapped around your finger doesn't mean that I am." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Give me another chance," he pleaded, looking down at me. "Please?"
"Look, maybe some other time or something, but not right now. Last night is still too fresh in my brain for me to even look at you without wanting to slap that stupid smirk off your face," I fumed at him.
His mouth fell open in shock. "Wow," he said. "You know this is just making me like you more right?"
I rolled my eyes again and sighed frustratedly. "Just get out," I said, opening the door and half pushing him out of the house.
"Taylor!" He said just before I shut the door.
"What?" I snapped.
"Can I get your number?" He asked, a cheeky half grin spreading crookedly across his face.
"Um, no." I said pointedly.
His grin remained on his face. "I guess I'll have to look you up then. Have a nice day!" He called as I shut the door on him again. This boy was already giving me headaches.