"I wanna be high all the time

Would you come with me?

Used to stick together

You're my best friend, I'll love you forever

It doesn't matter if we're never rich or famous

High all the time"

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"One shot." Calum flashes Arlo a big brown pair of puppy dog eyes, already glimmering with intoxication. The party was loud, but his heartbeat is hammering even louder in his ears from the intense crowd surfing he'd just done.

"I should really find Luke." Arlo winces, looking around for the blond. He'd left her inside to assist Ashton, who had pregamed a little too hard and blacked out already, but that was nearly an hour ago.

"C'mon, Abbs." Calum whines. "I leave for London in like five hours!" He argues.

Arlo feels herself caving and ultimately she decides one shot wouldn't hurt. "Fine. Nothing too strong please." She rolls her eyes playfully at the boy who'd quickly become one of her best friends.

She really was going to miss the boys while they were gone, especially Calum's humor. They'd spent all day cleaning up the bookstore and Calum definitely made the task less upsetting. Arlo was afraid that having to look at the destruction constantly would ruin her mood, but Calum kept her giggling.

Calum looks around the counter of the crowded kitchen in search of a shot glass or a cup only to come up empty. There were tons of bottles of alcohol scattered around, but it seems as though they'd underestimated the number of cups they'd need.

Or the lack of cups could be attributed to the giant cup tower Michael was constructing in order to impress a group of girls in the basement, but nobody had to know that.

"No cups." Calum pouts, reaching for the first unopened bottle of alcohol he could find. "Sorry sweetheart, this one's gonna burn." The tan boy grins, his tattooed arm flexing as he pops the cap off of some type of rum. It was no wonder it was the only unopened bottle left, this shit was strong- almost too strong.

"Does it have to be that one?" Arlo winces, eyeing the bottle suspiciously.

"Yup." Calum pops his lips, his tipsy mind causing his coordination to be off as he stumbles, spilling some of the alcohol onto Arlo's bare thighs. Luckily, it doesn't get on the fabric of her skirt, but it does take her by surprise.

"Cal!" Arlo gasps, cringing at the feeling of the alcohol on her skin. "I think you need to be cut off."

Calum simply lets a laugh leave his lips because the boy was nowhere near as drunk as he usually was. If Arlo thought he needed to be cut off now, he'd hate for her to see him at his worst. "My bad." The boy smirks, running his finger across her thigh to collect the alcohol before slipping his finger past his lips.

To the two of them, the action was nothing more than friendly. Calum was joking around, only working to annoy Arlo with his crude action. On the inside, it was a friendly exchange between two friends.

As Luke Hemmings leans against the doorway of the kitchen, watching Calum pop the finger that'd just slid up his girl's leg into his mouth, he feels his blood boil. Luke was a jealous person and he wasn't afraid to admit it, but that side of him never got a chance to show. Arlo was usually always at his side and she looked at other guys as if they didn't even exist.

After watching Ashton throw up for an hour, the only thing Luke wanted to do is whisk Arlo upstairs to the guest room and have her in his arms, savoring her until he had to leave for his flight in the morning.

It takes everything in him not to step in and tell Calum to back the fuck off and to teach Arlo a lesson for letting someone besides him touch her like that. But he doesn't, he sits back and watches.

"Listen, you've got to stay still." Calum's words slur slightly as he holds up the bottle of alcohol. "I don't have the best aim."

Arlo giggles as she tilts her head back, bracing her hands on the counter behind her to steady herself. Every time Calum goes to pour the substance into her parted lips, the girl giggles, her head falling forward or her teeth capturing her bottom lip

Eventually, Calum's own giggles consume him too and his arm begins to tire of holding the bottle. His next move is purely instinctual. His inebriated mind registers that Arlo can't stay still and the next thing either of them knows, Calum's tattooed hand is wrapped around the girl's throat, holding her still.

Arlo nearly chokes on her own breath, her brown eyes going wide as Calum takes the opportunity to pour the alcohol past her lips. Neither of them can quite register what had just happened as Calum slowly lowers the bottle and Arlo swallows with a wince at the taste.

Calum clears his throat, his drunk mind beginning to from thoughts that he definitely should not be having about his best friend's girl. "Well, you stayed still." He laughs lowly, taking a drink from the bottle for himself.

Just as Arlo opens her mouth to tell Calum that the substance he poured into her mouth was quite literally the worst thing she'd ever tasted, the girl is yanked off of the counter. She looks up to find a fuming blond, his blue eye's narrowed at the tan boy to her right.

Arlo's heart nearly jumps right out of her chest as Luke's arm snakes around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. "We're going to sleep." Luke informs Calum, his voice low.

Maybe it's due to Calum's intoxication, or maybe it's just the boy's innocent cluelessness, but Calum merely nods and wakes goodbye. "See you guys in the morning." The boy grins happily.

Luke doesn't give Arlo a chance to respond before he's tugging her through the crowded party. In fact, Arlo doesn't even think her feet are making contact with the floor due to how fast he's walking. Her mind is still downstairs in the kitchen when Luke makes it to the top of the stairs and drags her down the hall to where the guest bedroom is.

In mere seconds, Luke has the two of them inside the room. Before Arlo even has a chance to let a gasp leave her lips, Luke is slamming the door shut and swiftly locking it, and then her front is pressed against the door, her cheek coming into contact with the cool wood.

Luke's presence is behind her in an instant, his body pressing hers into the door as his strong hands take both of her wrists and pin them behind her back. He leans in, the cool metal of his lip ring brushing her ear as he speaks lowly. "What the fuck was that?"

"I-" Arlo attempts to stutter out an explanation, only to have her breath stolen once more as Luke flips her around so her back connects with the door, his large hand gripping her jaw in his grasp.

"How much have you had to drink?" He asks sternly, blue eyes searching her brown ones for any signs of intoxication. He wasn't going to do anything if she was inebriated, but if she wasn't... Arlo Abbott had hell to pay.

"Just that little bit." Arlo somehow manages to find her voice, albeit it isn't strong in the slightest.

Luke takes his time, allowing his intense eyes to drag over her body as she stands pinned against the door, her chest heaving, and her eyes wide with anticipation. She'd never quite seen Luke like this and she didn't know why her heart had suddenly begun to beat so fast.

A low groan leaves Luke's lips at the sight of her right where he wanted her, at his mercy. He could see the way her legs were trying to cross already and the boy has no problem slipping his knee in-between her legs, preventing her from doing so.

Luke revels in the gasp that leaves her lips as he swiftly takes her wrists in his hands and pins them against the door above her head. With one hand, he keeps them there, causing her to writhe in his grasp as the other reaches for the buttons of her shirt.

"Do you know how goddamn insane it makes me feel to see somebody else touch you like that?" Luke scoffs lowly, his hands deftly beginning to undo the buttons of the cropped sweater she wears.

"Lu-" Arlo begins, only to be cut off.

"Not a fuckin' word. Not unless you want me to stop, understand?" His voice sends a chill down her spine and Arlo nods eagerly, sucking in a sharp breath as his knuckles graze her stomach in the process of unbuttoning her shirt.

Luke's lips find her neck and she whines, the sound going straight to his cock as he continues to unbutton her shirt expertly. By the time he's done, her neck is a wreck and his girl's chest is heaving with ragged breaths. She's about the prettiest fucking thing he's ever seen in the moment, her wrists pinned above her head as her back arches towards him, the pretty little lacy bra she'd been hiding underneath her shirt on fully display.

"Fuck, Lo." Luke praises her lowly, his free hand tracing over the front of her bra. The barely-there contact elicits a whimper from her lips that quickly dies in her throat as soon Luke's hand finds her neck.

Arlo's eyes go wide, her lips parting in surprise as Luke applies the slightest bit of pressure. "What's wrong, baby? Thought you liked to be choked?" His tone is nothing but condescending and they both know it.

Arlo looks to him unsurely, her brown eyes begging for guidance. Her head was spinning because she had Luke's hand wrapped around her throat and her hands pinned over her head and she really, really liked it.

"You can talk." Luke says, releasing her neck in favor of taking her jaw in his grasp. "Tell me how much you love my hand around your fuckin' neck."

A near whine leaves Arlo's lips and she writhes, the lack of mobility of her hands and his body pressing against hers was overwhelming in the best way. She can feel him pressing against her stomach and the look in his blue eyes is intoxicating.

"Luke please, I need-"

"I'll give you what you want baby, you just gotta do what I say first." Luke says lowly, his lips brushing her neck as he begins nipping at the skin. The longer she waits, the lower he goes, his hand momentary leaving her jaw in order to snake behind her back and undo the clasp of her bra, leaving her top half bare for him.

Arlo inhales shakily, her heartbeat pounding in her ears as Luke's breath fans over her chest, his nose skimming in-between the valley of her breasts as he teases the skin. With a groan, she gives in. "I love your hand around my neck, Luke." She pants. "Please just-"

Luke releases her wrists and his lips are on hers, stealing her breath in a second. Arlo's freed hands find his hair, tugging at the blond strands and causing him to groan in her mouth. "Open your fuckin' mouth." Luke instructs lowly.

Arlo obeys immediately, her swollen lips parting as she looks up at Luke with wide, clueless eyes that nearly drive him insane. Luke's thumb ghosts over her bottom lip as he briefly makes eye contact with her before swiftly spitting into her mouth. He watches with a groan as her eyes go wide and she shuts her lips.

Luke presses his body impossibly closer to hers, needing some sort of relief for the torture that teasing her was putting him through himself. "Swallow." He grits out, his jaw clenching almost painfully.

As soon as she does, Luke blows out a harsh breath. "Good fuckin' girl. Fuck, you're perfect, Lo." He mutters, kissing her one last time before he sinks to his knees in front of her, taking the girl completely by surprise.

"Luke, what are you-" Arlo inhales sharply as his hands travel up her thighs, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. "What are you doing?" She stutters out.

Luke's eyes are fixated on the sight in front of him- her legs already trembling, the lace covering her lower half clearly soaked as his mouth sits only inches away from where she needs him the most. The view was fucking incredible.

"Just relax for me, Lo." Luke says gently, reminding himself that she was still fairly new to this sort of thing and he'd never had her in such a position before. "I've got you, just keep yourself up."

Arlo's view is equally as incredible, the sight of him literally on his knees for her, his lips nipping at her thighs as his blonde waves tickle her skin is nearly too much. He slides the lace down her legs, quickly shoving the soaked fabric into the back pocket of his jeans before leaning forward and pressing a kiss exactly where she needs him the most.

Arlo nearly chokes on her breath, her hand instantly finding his blond hair. Luke groans against her, the vibrations going straight to her center as her hips jolt towards him. He takes everything she gives him eagerly, burying his face deeper between her thighs when she allows it and pulling her closer when the sensation becomes too much and she tries to draw her hips away.

"Luke-" Arlo whines, her back arching off of the door as he becomes particularly relentless with his tongue. "I can't- I need more." She pleads.

Luke is shocked, pleasantly so, and he takes a moment to pull away and send her a heart-stopping smirk. "Yeah? You want my fingers?"

A near whimper leaves Arlo's lips as he continues to place open-mouthed kisses against her center, all the while he keeps his blue eyes right on her. "No, more." She stresses, not being able to collect her words due to the skill of Luke's mouth.

Luke, however, understands perfectly and the boy freezes, his heart nearly stopping in his chest. "You mean?" He can't even find his own words, too stunned and even more turned on to form a coherent thought.

"Luke, please." Arlo whines, having been worked up for far too long. She hoped Luke wouldn't make her beg or say the words aloud, for she didn't think she could handle it.

Luke's demeanor flips entirely, going from intense to soft in a matter of seconds. He places one last kiss to her center before making his way up her thighs, trailing up her stomach and between her breast with his kisses until she was writhing against him again. "You sure, Lo?" He asks when he's towering over her again.

"Yes, positive." Arlo nearly whimpers, the neediness in her tone apparent.

Luke was never one to leave his girl waiting for too long, so the boy doesn't waste another moment, his hands finding the backs of her thighs as he hoists her up, allowing her legs to wrap around her waist.

The feeling of her bare center against his rough jeans causes her to jolt in his grasp and Luke laughs lowly as he walks them towards the bed, pressing soft kisses to her cheeks the entire time. "You sure you want this, Arlo?" He asks again as her head rests among the pillows.

Luke slots himself between her parted legs, taking the time to shed his shirt and jeans so she doesn't feel so exposed. Her eyes follow him with everything that he does, her body impatiently shifting underneath him.

"Yes, I'm sure." Arlo pouts, her fingertips toying with the slight curl of hair at the bottom of his neck. "But I need you, now."

Luke pinches his eyes shut, a low groan nearly leaving his lips. Who was he to deprive his girl of what she wanted, no needed? "Okay, fuck, okay." Luke mumbles against her skin as he places one last kiss on her cheeks,

He can feel the way she tenses underneath him as he grabs a condom from the bedside table and slides it on. He looks up to her, worry in his eyes as he sees the slight nervousness on her face. "Arlo, baby." Luke takes her face in his hands, forcing her eyes to meet his. "Kiss me, please."

And she does. Arlo's lips are on his own in an instant, using him as an outlet for her nerves. She kisses him desperately, her body arching needily against his own as she grows restless. Luke doesn't mind though, considering the boy was still trying to figure out how he was going to manage to last.

Luke's lips trail down to her neck and he continues down to her breasts, taking one in his hand and paying attention to the other with his mouth until she's crying out for him again. "Oh my god-" Arlo whines, her body aching for him to do something.

A high-pitched whimper leaves her lips when Luke trails a finger up her center, toying with her clit for a few moments until she's gasping out. "Luke, please- I can't wait any longer, I need you."

"Fuckin' hell." Luke groans, the tone of her voice has never been quite this desperate and it was nearly enough to make him finish alone. "I'm just making sure you're ready for me, sweetheart." Luke reassures her, kissing up her neck until he reaches her lips.

He pulls back enough to find her eyes. "Tell me one more time, Lo. Are you sure?" Luke chews on his lips nervously.

Sex was his element- he excelled in it. But, he'd never had sex like this, with someone he cared about. He'd never been quite so worried that he might hurt the person he was with. He'd never been so invested in the other person before and that made the experience feel as much like his first time as it was hers.

Luke had never had sex with someone that he's in love with before.

"I'm sure." Arlo nods, her hands reaching out for him, seeking comfort. He meets her halfway, entangling their fingers as he hovers over her, pressing their connected hands into the mattress beside her head.

"If it's too much you tell me, alright?" Luke says, nervousness and lust and everything in between clouding his mind.

"I will." Arlo nods eagerly.

As Luke teases her entrance a gasp falls from her lips and a low moan leaves his. Hell, he felt like he could fall apart already, the feeling of her chest brushing up against his own only adding to the sensation.

Luke places sloppy kisses along her cheeks and her neck, doing his best to distract her as he slowly begins pushing his hips forward, sinking into her. "Fuck, you're tight, Lo." Luke moans shakily, his jaw clenching painfully as he does his best to go slow.

Arlo winces at the foreign feeling, her nose scrunching up as a burning sensation becomes present. She shifts her hips, the feeling of him only just barely inside of her somehow making it worse. "Keep going, Lu." She pleads. "Please, I need you." Her voice is a whine.

"Fuck, I'm sorry baby." Luke nearly whimpers, guilt flooding his system at the slight wince on her face when he was feeling better than he had in his entire fucking life. "I've got you, Lo. Fuck, I'm sorry. Are you okay? Talk to me, sweetheart."

As Luke bottoms out, his hips connect with her own as he stays still inside of her, giving her time to adjust. Gasps and pants leave Luke's lips as he squeezes her hands, continuing to kiss her skin. "'M good." She mumbles in a daze. "So good, Lu. You can move, please move."

Luke draws his hips back slowly, reveling in the gasp that leaves her lips as he begins thrusting inside of her. It's when he grips her thigh, lifting her leg up to her chest to allow him to get impossibly deeper, does a near scream leave her lips.

"Fuck, there it is." Luke moans lowly, throwing his head back in pleasure as he focuses on hitting that same spot inside her over and over. "Good fuckin' girl- Fuck, So good for me, Arlo. You're so goddamn perfect for me. Can't get enough of you." He rambles, through small gasps as his release builds at the bottom of his spine.