Clara's POV

I admit. Sleeping with Luke is kind of.....nice.

But he was back to his own mean self (to me, at least) the next morning which completely nullifies what happened last night.

Sleeping = nice

Waking Up = brutal

This pattern went on for about a week and a half while staying in the house. Fortunately, they go to the studio and record and do their work for most of the day. I chose to stay at the house, sometimes by myself, since I've had too much exposure to the media that lasts me a lifetime.

Speaking of media, there are a few photographers practically camping outside during the night so we still had to sleep together on one bed.

I don't quite object to it. In fact, I long for the day to be over so that I may be allowed to lie down next to Luke.

Oh my God.

I can't believe I'm not stopping myself for thinking that.

Do I like Luke?

Uhmm...Well, he's not bad.

He just makes me feel.....not bad.

ANYWAY, I'm wearing a white strapless bikini top and short shorts while floating and lounging on the pool. I got the floatie so I'm not worried about drowning.

It was a great day and the boys are out. It was one of those times where I'm by myself at home. I felt so relaxed and peaceful and calm and serene and placid and tranquil and---

"CLARA!"

---utterly pissed.

"CLARA?!!"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT, LUKE?!" I shouted back. He walked over towards the pool where I'm at. "What are you doing here and where's everyone?" I asked.

He stared for a moment then cleared his throat. "Go get dressed. We have to go somewhere."

"With everyone?"

"No. Just us." he replied. "They went out."

Oh. So this is one of the publicity stunts we're supposed to do. You know, go on fake dates and stuff.

I had no choice but to go.

"Where are we going?" I asked. I'm still floating on the pool with my shades on.

"Just go get dress, Clara."

"No. I'm not getting out of this pool if you don't tell me where we're going."

"Are you kidding me right now?" he looked exasperated.

Yup. He's having a bad day.

And an idea came to mind that I shall make it worse.

"Luke, I have a right to know." I started to rile him up.

"Get out of the pool, Clara." Oh his voice is getting stern.

I matched his tone. "Where are we going?"

"Oh my God." Luke said as he ran his hands through his hair, making it a bit messy...and sexy.

"I'm waiting for an answer." This is more fun than I thought.

"I will drown you."

Ooohh...Angry Luke is sexy.

I remembered how we first started fake dating. Luke was the one making me all mad and flustered.

My, my. Look how the tables turn.

"I have a floatie." I told him.

"You do realize that you're in the middle of the pool where it's too deep for you."

"Like I said, I have a floatie." I pointed at the thing that's keeping me safe from the water.

"It's not gonna stop you from drowning." he said.

Then Luke suddenly took off his shirt and his shoes. I had little time to marvel at the sight since he quickly jumped into the pool, splashing some water on me.

Oh my God.

"Luke? Stop what you're doing right now! I swear to God!" I shouted with panic rising in my voice. But it's no use. He's under water and swimming towards me.

"Please, stop. Dammit, Luke!" I tried wade away from him. He swimmed fast. Damn! Maybe getting him mad was a bad idea.

Then he resurfaced beside me, holding on to my floatie, the one keeping me alive at the moment. Luke grinned wickedly and looked at my fear-stricken expression.

"Don't you dare, Hemmings." I pointed a finger at him.

"You should've gone out of the pool." he said.

Suddenly, Luke flipped the floatie underneath me and with a yelp, I fell into the water.

Fuck!

I'm gonna die!

I struggled to stand up while I was being a wet sputtering mess. My pulse quickened when my feet couldn't reach the pool floor.

Oh no.

My arms were up flailing and I couldn't breathe as my body kept being oushed down to the water. This is it. I'm doomed. I've always known Luke Hemmings will be the death of me.

But then I felt his hand grabbed my waist and pulled me up to the surface.

"Oh God." I sputtered as I was wiping the water off my face and eyes all the while trying to breathe normally.

"Wow. You really can't swim." Luke said as he smiled smugly.

"You fucker! I almost died!" I balled my fists up and started throwing pathetic punches at his chest. I was furious.

"Don't be over dramatic! I told you to get out of the pool."

"I was asking you where we're going." I replied. But that was a lie. I wanted him to get mad.

"You are annoying."

"And you are....." I stopped as I realized that I was holding on to his bare shoulders and he was keeping me up with his strong hands on my waist.

I glanced up at his eyes and got lost in it. They are so blue and so beautiful. Drops of water were on his eyelashes and they make his eyes even brighter as he stared back at me.

Suddenly feeling conscious about how I probably looked like a dripping wet horse in front of this blonde god, my face turned red as blood rushed to my cheeks.

Our faces were so close, I could hear his heavy breathing.

"I am what?" Luke whispered, referring to our forgotten conversation.

"The death of me." I murmured.

I could kiss him.

I could kiss him right now.

I don't care if there's any photographers outside probably watching us. OR even if there's no one at all. I could kiss Luke. Publicity stunt or not.

We've been in this situation before and I just realized how I hate not having to finish it. So I moved my face slowly closing in and felt all warm inside as he does the same.

Then we were moving closer.

And closer.

And clo---

"Ahem."

Luke and I quickly snapped our heads towards the direction of the person who interrupted us.

"Jack!" Luke called out his name.

"Luke." the tall man with a scrappy beard nodded at him. "I can see you're occupied."

Luke glanced down at me then back at his brother Jack.

"Uhh..." he said, all flustered and red. "Clara, this is my brother, Jack. Jack, this is Clara, my uhh...girlfriend."

"Yeah. I've heard." he grinned at both of us. Wow. He has a great smile. Damn Hemmings' family gene. "You really know how to get yourself in the spotlight there, Luke. Come on then. Mum's waiting at home."

"Alright." Luke said as he got out of the pool and assured his brother that we'll be ready in 5.

Oh. So we're going to their house. To visit his family.

He could've told me that.

When Jack was gone, Luke turned to look at me. He was still shirtless and wearing his wet skinny jeans, which by the way, hung sexily in his hips.

Finally!, I thought. I was allowed to gape at this wonderful creature and I blushed knowing that we almost made out on the pool just a while ago.

But then a realization hit me.

Oh my God.

"Luke?"

"Yeah." he smiled but it faded as soon as he saw my shocked expression. "What is it, Clara?"

"I.....I'm f-floating." I said.

Then his eyes lit up and he mirrored the same goofy grin on my face.

"Oh my God. Clara! You're floating!"

"Does this mean I can swim?" I asked. It must've been because I was holding my breath the whole time.

Luke nodded at me.

"I can swim! I can swim!" I shouted with glee as Luke chuckles at my childish joy.

Oh.

Luke Hemmings.

How ironic is it that you are the death of me yet you keep me alive.

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A/N:

I've had so much fun in these chapter

like in the part where luke takes off his shirt, I literally had to take a breather before continuing again.

it was too much okay.