Luke's POV: I grabbed Samantha's hand and we ran to my cab. "Where to?"
I look at Samantha
. "Don't look at me. I don't know where anything is."
She puts her hands up in defense. She's so sexy.
" Um... How about Lakeshire hotel"
I look at my phone 12:37. I have 13 minutes until I have to be at my hotel,checking in and then text the boys where I'm at. "
That will take about 15 minutes,"
the cab driver says to us so I text the boys.
(Meet me at Lakeshire hotel. I'll be running late. Sorry and bring food. I'm starving)
"We left my bags."
I know baby,"I grab her hand. "I know."
Why would he just leave my bags at the airport? What is going on? When we arrive at the hotel, pays for a room and asks to talk to the lady at the desk alone. He comes back with something in his hand. "
Ready?" He asks.
When we arrive at the room he looks at me. Then,he smiles that devious,sexy smile.
I'll never get over that he calls me baby. Eeep! "
"I need to ask you something." Oh god. What.
She has a panicked look on her face so I just stare at her. "What?" She asks. "Um. Nevermind. I'll talk to you later." "Okay?" Great she probably thinks I'm a freak now. I unlock the door to the room and she looks like she's going to cry. "You okay?" "I think I know what you were going to ask me about." Great... "Baby I-" "you were going to ask me about why I was here." Phew. "And?" "I ran away. I was mad and angry. I was just so confused. Nobody knows I'm here. I like it this way." She messes with her bracelets but then pulls her sleeves down to cover them. Then,she starts crying. "I really like you." Crap. Did I just say that out loud. Samantha smiles at me and blushes. "Y-you do?" "Yes. Yes I do." "You're lying." Wait what? She can't be serious. Though the look on her face says otherwise. She looks at the floor and cries. "Nobody could ever love a girl like me. Fat. Ugly. Stupid,and-" I silence her by kissing her.
Woah. He's serious he's kissing me. I give him another kiss with everything I've got and he grabs my waist. He pulls me closer and kiss me again, and again, and again. His lips taste like strawberries. Shiny,shimmering,sexy. I pull back and smile. Luke takes a hand off my waist and puts a strand of hair behind my ear. We are interrupted by knocking. "Go into the bath room and put on this tank top and shorts it's hot in London,"he whispers. He gets into his bag yelling,"just a minute!" He pulls out a pair of basketball shorts and a 5 seconds of summer tank top, his band probably he looks like he'd be in a band. I grab my phone from my carry-on and head to the bathroom. It was a relief to be wearing shorts and a tank. It's hot in London.