"Charlie!" Calum calls.
I rush through the crowd of people and try to make it to the front door. I was done partying for tonight. Someone grabs my hand and pulls me towards them.
"Hey babe," he slurs. "Do you want to go upstairs?"
"Get off of me!" I say.
His breath spelled like alcohol. I try to pull away but his grip was strong.
"You heard the lady. She said to get off." someone says from behind.
I look behind the guy, and see Luke. His hands were balled up in a fist, like he was getting ready to fight.
"What will you do if I don't?" the guy asks.
His lips attach to my neck and I try to push his chest away from me. Luke growls and declares, "That's it."
He jumps up and tackles him to the floor. Luke already had a bruise on his stomach and eye, and I cringe when the guy punches him there.
"Stop it!" I yell, trying to pry them apart from each other.
A crowd was forming around the fight and I was getting nauseous. Suddenly, I see a fist hit me in the jaw, and then my leg. I crumple to the floor and clutch onto my jaw.
"You dumbass!" Luke screams.
Tears were forming in my eyes but I didn't let them to drop. It hurt, a lot. I look down to the floor so no one could see my face. Someone kneels to the floor and rubs my back.
"Are you ok?" they ask.
I look up to see a pair of familiar blue eyes. His face had another bruise forming on his cheek.
"Can we go home?" I ask softly.
"Yeah, come on."
He pulls me up and I take a step, but instantly fall back down. He helps me up again.
"Ow." I whisper.
"Put your arm around me." Luke instructs.
I do as I was told and he does the same. The crowd disappeared, leaving the beat up boy on the floor. Luke did a pretty good job on his face. I limp over to the front door and Luke helps me. When we step outside, I collapse to the floor.
"Do you want me to carry you?" he asks.
"No, you're still drunk. You're going to have trouble walking too."
"I was sober enough to beat up that guy and help you."
"You were drunk enough to try and kiss me."
"Says the person who kissed me."
"That was only because Calum was there."
He lets out a huff, and bends down so that his back was facing me.
"Climb on." he says.
"Like, on your back?" I ask dubiously.
"Where else doofus?" he says as if he was disappointed in me.
"What did the guys do to you?" he chuckles, referring to Calum, Ashton, and Michael.
"And you too."
"I did not do anything!"
"Whatever, hurry up and carry me home." I say, climbing onto his back.
He gets up and I wrap my arms around his neck. Luke hooks his hands around my legs so that I wouldn't fall.
It took us about ten minutes to for us to get home.
"I'm gonna crash at your house tonight." Luke says, as if he knew I was going to say yes.
I silently nod my head and I limp up the porch with Luke guiding me. I look through the potted plant on the floor for the key and I grab it.
"You still have that, eh?"
Luke looks at the potted plant. The pot had our hand prints on it.
"Yeah." I say, opening the door and walking in.
"Mom?" I call out.
There was no reply. I let out my breath that I didn't know I was holding in. Luke follows me into the kitchen where a sticky note was placed on the table.
The office called me in to work the night shift. Sorry, I'll be back in the morning. Love you.
"Mom's not home. We better take care of our injuries before she sees them. We have until morning." I say, opening the freezer to get ice. "And can you please get me the sandwich bags? Thanks."
I heard no response, only shuffling and the cabinet being opened. The sounds stop, then a pair of hands wrap around my torso from behind. Luke rests his chin on my head.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
He doesn't respond again.
"Are you ok?"
I turn around and stare at him. He stares back at me and grabs my hand.
"I don't need the ice, can we just go to sleep?" he whispers, tugging on my arm.
He leads me into my room closes the door. I get out my sweatpants from my closet and tell Luke to turn around.
"Ughh." Luke groans, turning around so he's not facing me.
I quickly take off my pants and step in my sweats, pulling them up to my waist. Then I unbutton my flannel and throw it on the floor, leaving me in my tank top.
"Done." I say, signaling Luke that he could turn around again.
He does, and stares at me.
"You're really beautiful." he whispers.
I roll my eyes then say, "You're still drunk."
Luke walks up to me and says, "But I'm sober enough to be kissing you right now."
Before I had time to respond, Luke's lips were on mine. This time, I didn't pull back. How many times have we kissed already? Three? This would be our fourth.
"I'm sorry." Luke says in between the kiss. "I really like you Charlie, ok? I'm sorry for acting like a total asshole to you."
I shut him up by kissing him back, and his eyes widen with surprise. He pushes me onto the bed so that he was laying on top of me. Was this really happening? I, am kissing, the Luke Hemmings. My crush. My best friend. My everything.