"Hey! Your still up?" Luke smiled sitting across from me.
"You act like I go to bed early! Besides it's only 10 pm." I said, closing my computer.
"Well I forgot you've just been chilling and not been doing strenuous work like me." He said as though a valley girl.
"Bitch please!" I said matching his tone.
He chuckled at himself and I, and we just sat there starring at each other in silence. It was far from awkward. No, I guess it was awkward. Couldn't be any closer to awkward.
"I'm gonna go to bed." He stated yawning, so it came out more like 'Ima go'ta bad."
"Can I be your cuddle buddy." I said in a southern accent. Don't ask what's up with the accents, it's just what's happening tonight.
"Sure." He replied, giving me two thumbs up. I laughed while walking up to him and picking up his arms and placing it around my shoulder.
Once we got all situated in bed, we went into our separate social media worlds.
I looked at my recently uploaded video, on my account to find it had 205 views, in the forty-five minutes it's been up. Pretty good if I do say so myself.
It wasn't that surprising seeing people starting subscribing to me when we became '5sos's BAES'.
Just as thought love was coming, I scrolled through the comments- bad idea- there were a lot of hate comments, yet nothing I couldn't handle.
To be honest I've learned to push things aside, at least until a small 'something' happens that pushes me over the edge.
I rolled my eyes at people pathetic hate comments, I mean instead of "just die" you could go a little more clever and bring up some fancy terms. I was never one to write hate comments, I was more on the side of scrolling through and correcting and improving them in my head.
I turned my phone off and set it down, while causally turning on my side to face Luke. Who at this hasn't notice my stares.
I was starring at his jaw line, not chiseled, but not plumped. Every so often watching as his monotone smile went into an adorable dimpled mess. His hair was flattened even more than usual, and laid off to the right.
He peered out of the corner of his eye, and cocked his eyebrows at me when he noticed my stares. His head softly flopped my way, and his dimples grew with his smile. I giggle at the process. More like slightly snorting. He lightly chuckled and and turned his body more towards my way.
His arms soon snaked it's way around my waist and tugged me closer. He quickly pecked my lips, then stared into my eyes.
"Your to cute." I smiled, poking his one dimple that was on his cheek.
"Your cuter." He said poking my evident dimples. He only poked two out of my four.
"Are we really that couple." I laughed, while playfully rolling my eyes.
"What are we doing tomorrow?"
"Interview and a photo shoot."
"Cool." I said slightly yawning.
"You should probably go to bed, we have to wake up early tomorrow, and I know how you are waking up." He laughed, before pecking my lips and flipping the small light switch.
I snuggled closer to like and fell asleep in his arms, yet I knew he was was still awake.
I woke up to a slight pain on my wrist.
I opened my eyes to come face to face with Luke. I looked down his body realizing he was naked. He came inching closer to me. I shot my head to my arms that were above my head, realizing I was restricted by handcuffs.
"What the hell Luke!" I screamed. He placed a finger on my mouth, quietly shushing me.
I shook my head violently, tears whelming up inside.
"It's gonna be okay babe." He cooed.
"Why would you do this to me!" I cried, looking down, realizing I too was bare as well.
"Because I realized, other men want you, not just me anymore. I have to get there before they do." He said inching closer, placing his hands on waist.
"What the hell, I'm so stupid." I mumbled repeatedly to myself.
His nails dug into me, causing me to help in pain.
"Fiona! Shhhh. Fiona!" Luke yelled.
I shut my eyes awaiting for the future.
My eyes shot open to find blackness at first but as soon as it started to clear I shut them closed.
"Fiona, your okay. Fiona say something." I could hear, a voice say. Soon realizing it was Luke's voice, and I was in Luke's arms, I pushed him away violently.
"Ow!" Was all I could hear before opening my eyes once again and taking in my surroundings. I was fully clothed, on one side of the bunk, with the other side occupied by a hurt looking Luke. He had his hands on the back of his neck, and slightly curled up.
Before I could take in the situation any more I jumped out of the bunk and ran to the bus door. I was about to open it, when I realized that we are on a bus... a moving bus. Idiot. I turned around, making eye contact with the bus driver. His face was slightly concerned but more so amused. My cheeks burned red as I walked back.
I causally walked to the fridge, seeing is I ran I might make to much noise. To be honest I'm confused to as how nobody has woken up yet.
I grabbed a yogurt and sat at the miniature table.
My blank stares were interrupted by a obvious cough. My mind knew it who it was, but it also knew I shouldn't look at them.
I was scared, and I can't quite explain why. Maybe it was the fact I might believe in it coming true. Maybe it was the fact it seemed so realistic.
The cough happened again, and this time more noticeable, I peered my eyes up but quickly looking back down seeing my assumptions were correct.
Luke sat down, and I could feel his stares.
"What's wrong?" He questioned.
"Nothing..." I trailed off, scooping yogurt and plopping it back down.