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Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Do You Know?

“Valerie,” Luke whispered, his fingers tangling in my hair as he ran his fingers through the knotty strands. I let out a soft groan, burying my head further in his chest. His body vibrated from a laugh while his hand moved from my hair and to my back. “Wake up, baby.” His voice was low and raspy. He began rubbing circles in the fabric of my shirt. His other hand found its way to the hand I had set on his chest. He picked it up, bringing it to his lips and placing a delicate kiss on each finger.
“My hand is so cold.” Luke chuckled, removing his hand from my back and pulling the blanket over my shoulders. His hands rubbed against mine as he blew hot air on them. I couldn’t help but laugh, finally lifting my head up to look at him.
“Your hair looks absolutely ridiculous,” he teased, causing me to laugh and swat his chest.
“Well, that’s what you get when you wake me up too early. Can’t we sleep in just a little bit more?” My head fell back on his chest. Why am I so tired?
“Baby, it’s already noon.” My eyes shot open and I jumped out of bed.

This is probably the only time that I’ve ever been excited to sleep with Luke in my twin sized bed, and it came with me being late in the morning.
“What’s wrong?” Luke asked as I pulled my hair into a ponytail.
“I’m late,” I muttered, running around and shoving things into my backpack.
“Late for what?” I didn’t even notice him getting up and following me, only dodging around him to find what I needed. “Baby.” I didn’t answer, too consumed in the rush. “Baby!” he repeated with a laugh, catching hold of my waist and turning me around.
“Luke, I can’t do this right now. I’m very late!” I ran a hand through my hair, ignoring the bumps and stray hairs I missed. God I must look awful. “I hate being late.” I brought my hands down, rubbing my eyes.

“What are you late for?” My panicked state didn’t seem to worry him, he still had a smile drawn on his lips.
“I need to be at the train station at twelve-fifteen to get on my twelve-thirty train so I can be at my mom’s by four-thirty for dinner at five with my family and-” I rambled, suddenly stopping and looking down at my pajamas. “God, I can’t wear this! I can’t even have my hair like this! My mom will freak out!” Luke smiled at me as I wriggled out of his grip and rushed to the mirror, pulling my hair down and attempting to make it look decent.
“It’s okay, Val-” I cut him off.
“No, you haven’t met my mom. You have no idea how strict she is about our appearance.” Again, Luke spun me around, pressing my back against the closet door.
“But I could…” His voice trailed off. “Meet your mom.” I stopped dead in my tracks, setting my bag on the floor.
“Luke-” I began, but was cut off.
“I could drive us… Then, you’d have time to get ready.” I couldn’t tell if he was serious, so I cocked my head.

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious,” I confessed as he set a hand on my cheek, allowing me to lean into his touch.
“I am. I mean… You already know that I want to meet your parents… Maybe now is the perfect time.” Maybe I shouldn’t overthink this. If I didn’t give mom any warning, she wouldn’t be able to overthink it either. That’s how I need to introduce Luke, right? Without any warnings. Would that be horrible of me? No… Mom does want to meet Luke, afterall…
“On one condition…” I told him, a smile playing on my lips. Luke raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to continue. “You have to bring Petunia so she can play with Parker and Warren.” Luke laughed before nodding.
“She’d love to come. She even has a pink ribbon for special occasions.” I giggled, getting on my tippy toes and wrapping my arms around his neck before pressing a kiss on his cheek.
“I’m so excited that you’re coming,” I said.

He snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me forward. I laughed when our chests collided, smiling into the kiss he was pressing on my lips. Although it was such a rough kiss, it had so much passion.
“Now that we have time…” His voice trailed off as he walked backwards, pulling me with him and swinging us around before plopping me on the bed. I laughed, watching as he walked over to the door and locked it. The broken door, my old friend, was no longer broken. I couldn’t help but chew on my bottom lip. When he got to the bed, he hovered over me, pressing his lips on mine. Our tongues battled for dominance, and his definitely won.

His hands nudged up my tank top up, his lips moving down to my neck. I drew in a sharp breath when he got to a sweet spot on my neck. His lips left my skin before my shirt was tugged over my head. Then, he was back to this gentle attack. He kissed down my breast bone, his hands palming my breasts as I moaned.
“Luke,” I whispered, my breathing heavy.
“Yeah, baby?” he spoke against my skin, his hands snaking down my waist and hovering over my panties. I couldn’t speak, I was too focused on how good Luke’s lips felt against my skin. He kissed over the lace, his lips hovering over my heat. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his fingers nudging my panties aside as he traced circles in my skin.
“N-No, please.” A smirk formed on his face as he slowly withdrew his touch. “Please don’t stop,” I begged, rolling my head back.

Luke stood up, walking to the head of the bed and sitting down, his legs outstretched and his hands hooked behind his head.
“Come show me how much you want it.” He flicked his head to the side and I crawled over to him, straddling his lap. Holding his face in my hands, I pressed a quick kiss on his lips before moving to his jaw then his neck. He let out a throaty moan, grabbing my hips and grinding them against his. He was hard, rubbing himself against me in the sweetest way. My breathing was short and sharp, my hands burying themselves in his hair. “Do you know how bad I want you, Val?” he asked, kissing my shoulder as I threw my head back. His boxers and my panties were too restricting. I wanted to feel him. All of him. If only we had more time. “Hmm?” He encouraged me to speak, bringing his hips into contact with mine. I moaned from the contact. “Do you know?” He repeated, bucking his hips into mine again.

“Y-Yes,” I rasped, pinching my eyes shut.
“Are you close? Look at me.” I obeyed, forcing my eyes open and trying not to focus on his wonderful the contact felt.
“I wish I could feel you,” I whispered, my forehead pressing against his as he kept his movements up.
“Shhh, soon baby.” He cooed, one hand finding the back of my neck to keep me in place. His movements became quicker and rougher as we both got closer to the edge. I finished moments before him, my fingers clawing into his shoulders as his grip on me tightened, all movements stopping. We stayed still for a while, trying to calm our breathing.

“God, do you know how much I love you?” he asked, the hand that was on the back of my neck moving to my cheek. “I love you so much that I don’t even have the words to explain it.” I held his hand against my cheek, giving it a light kiss. “I mean it, Val. I never thought I could be with someone for this long and not have sex. Hell, I mean, I used to fuck on the first date. But now… Shit like that doesn’t matter anymore.” I gave him a light smile, giving him a quick kiss.
“I love you, too.” I whispered. How were we supposed to part when things are going like this? So peaceful and happy. Am I ever going to stop teetering back and forth on the topic?
“I really think we can make it. If we stay in contact, I think-” I cut him off.
“This is a conversation for another time, okay?” He stared at me for a long moment before finally nodding. “Let’s just be happy today and have dinner with my crazy family.” He smiled, ushering my body off of his.
“I’ll go shower and get ready,” he said, pulling his pants on before picking up his shirt. “When do you want me back?”
“We should probably leave around one-thirty.” Pulling his shirt on, he kissed my cheek.
“I’ll be quick, then.” And with that, he left me to get ready.

***

Luke was back in my room by one, knocking on the door and being pulled in once Petunia saw me. I gave her a quick hello before looking at Luke.
“Did you get a haircut?” I asked walking over to him and running my hands through his hair. It no longer reached to just above his shoulders. Instead, lying in the middle of his neck. Luke pulled away from my touch with a bashful smile.
“Yeah… Well… I just wanted to look nice.” He shrugged, shoving his hands in his dress pants. He looked so handsome, his hair freshly cut and gelled, his light blue dress shirt that perfectly matched his eyes, and black dress pants and dress shoes. He really tried.
“You look great.” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, laughing as he rubbed the lip gloss away. Grabbing my hand, he spun me around.
“I look great? Look at you!” He complimented. I was wearing a white and gray striped shirt that ended at my elbow crease, a yellow skirt that fell to just below my knees, and black heels with a simple strap in the front.

My makeup was simple, as mom hated it when we wore makeup. I only put on mascara and lip gloss. My hair was neatly curled and pinned away from my face.
“You look beautiful.” He kissed me, his arms securing around my waist. Petunia sat at our feet, staring up at me and panting.
“And Petunia looks absolutely lovely!” I laughed, fixing her bow. “Are you ready to go?” I asked, straightening my posture as I held my hand out. He took it with a wide grin and we headed out the door.

Notes

I'm sorry I've been so bad at updating lately.
I've been very stressed with college and work.
Also, I know I said that Pretty Girls would end at chapter 60, but I lied.
It's actually ending at 65.
Thank you all for the support and sticking with me.
I WILL FINISH THIS BOOK!
HOPEFULLY SOON!

Comments

I've just read this story in about 24 hours and all I can say is Oh My God! How have you written something (and someone) so perfect?

urgh I love this

@Alisha_PArrish101love
Arrogant Boys!!!

Can you tell me what the next One will be called please?

@Prinny1321
I promised I would finish it, and I'm finishing it!