DaddyLuke: Ballet Recital Part 2 (not daddy kink btw)
Okay everyone...I am REALLY sorry about how long this took to write. I had so much homework and midterms these last couple of weeks. I also was struggling with both physical and emotional ailments that were keeping me from writing, but that doesn't excuse my writerly tardiness. So I apologize, but anyways here it is. I apologize if it sucks. Please let me know if you want more parts, or not. If you don't let me know, I'll assume you all are mad at me for writing so slow. hahaha I would be too. I hope you enjoy it. It was fun to write once I got into the meat of it. Please let me know what you thought and what I can improve on if you do in fact want me to write more. Love youuuu xxx Michelle
There is one thing I can always count on, and that is the boys being loud and obnoxious. We are so loud with our clapping, hooting, and hollering that it's a bit obscene. But the little smile on my Haley's face makes it all worth it. "Dude, were you crying?" Ashton asks Michael as we start filing out of the seats. "Shut up. No I wasn't," Michael snaps back as we all look at his face. His eyes are a bit puffy, and I distinctly remember some sniffling coming from his direction. "You definitely were!" Calum laughs, giving Michael a jokingly sympathetic pat on the back, "Do you need a tissue? Or perhaps a tampon, Cliffy." "I wasn't crying!" Michael insists, clearly betraying himself through his overly defensive reaction. Any minute I think he'll start stomping his feet and yelling like a 5 year old. The rest of us erupt in laughter, and Michael winces a bit. He mutters, "And even if I was…Luke was too!" "So you admit it!" Calum exclaims, laughing hysterically. "It's Luke's kid. He's allowed to cry," Ashton explains, resting his arm on my shoulder. "She's like our kid too though. I'm an uncle. I'm allowed to cry," Michael explains with a tone of sentiment and softness rarely seen from him. "You're not going to cry again? Are you?" I tease. "I'm never living this down…am I?" Michael asks. All three of us laugh and shake our heads, "Definitely not."
Caught up the moment of teasing Michael (one of our favourite pastimes), we did not notice the crowd of lusty housewives circulating near us. Ashton and I exchange looks, obviously just now noticing the same thing. None of the eager mothers make a move, but they all watch us as we all wait for the girls to come from back stage. Michael, in an effort to restore his masculinity, decides to mingle amongst the milfs. Ashton and Calum follow suit, but I can't be bothered. A few women do approach me, but their flirtations just roll off of me. There are only two ladies on my mind: my little princess Haley and her beautiful dance teacher. Sure, the many milfs are attractive and very, very eager, but Y/N is better. She's different. She doesn't look at me like I'm some famous guy. She looks at me like a person, a father…something I want to be more than anything else in life.
"Daddy! Daddy! How'd I do?" Haley shrieks as she runs towards me. A proud smile instantly appears on my face as I catch her in my arms. "You were amazing, princess! You stole the show! I'm so proud of you!" I tell her, barely being able to contain how damn proud of her I am. She kisses my cheek and manages to say, "Thank you daddy," before Ashton, Calum, and Michael swarm around us.
With all the commotion of helping all your students get packed up and mingling with their parents, you almost forget your date. Your boyfriend Ethan and you had a special evening planned. It was going to be great, or at least that's what you told yourself. Things had been a bit rocky with him over the past year, but you'd been together since you were 16. You two were sure you were soul mates. That's what everyone said, or used to, at least. Now you two were fighting more and more, and he was getting more and more possessive and immature about your relationship. It was really hard on you, but you couldn't give up on him. Not on a soulmate.
So now you find yourself standing on the curb, waiting for Ethan's black Escalade to pull up. You check your phone. He's now forty five late, and hasn't texted at all. He had assured you he'd be waiting with outside for you with flowers. Part of you starts to worry, and another part of you is quite peeved. How could he forget to pick you up? He could've at least called you or sent a damn text, but no. He didn't. Instead he leaves you stranded on a curb, having your students' parents gawk at you as they drive past. Suddenly, you see Ethan's black cadillac drive into view, and you cannot wait to yell at him. Frustration boils up inside you, and you're ready to blow. You step towards the car as it comes to a stop and rolls down it's window. You are ready to chastise Ethan, when you are instead greeted by a familiar face. A familiar, incredibly attractive face that you may or may not have flirted with earlier in the evening. Your jaw drops. "Hey uh hi…I was just wondering if you were alright, because you are out here by yourself and all…and it's getting late. Not that you couldn't take care of yourself or anything. I just mean a pretty girl like you shouldn't be out here by yourself," Luke rambles as you begin to blush. All the anger you had pent up inside of you is streams out of you as you smile sweetly at him. He is so incredibly sweet you cannot even believe it. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and looks at you in a hopeless, pained way, "Wow uh I didn't mean to sound creepy or anything. I am not coming on to you. Not that you're not pretty enough to come on to either..I just meant tha-" "You need to shut the hell up, Luke," A redheaded male says from the passenger seat before giving you a cheeky smirk. "No swears, Uncle Mikey!" A sweet, yet stern voice coming from the back seat that you can only be from Haley calls. "Sorry Hales," Mikey replies sweetly, before looking back at you and explaining, "What Luke is trying to say is that he is wondering if you need a ride."
"Oh no that's sweet. I'm fine. I'm just waiting for someone," You explain. "Oh right. Of course. Sorry. We didn't mean to bother you or anything," Luke apologizes. "It's no problem. Thanks for coming tonight," You smile sweetly to Luke and the redheaded uncle Mikey, and then add, "Haley, you danced wonderfully!" "Thank you, Ms. Y/N!!!!" Haley exclaims excitedly. You notice Luke's eyes light up when he hears his daughter's voice, and quite honestly it makes you weak at the knees. You give him a sweet smile, and he starts to drive away. A pang of guilt hits you as think about how Luke gave you butterflies just now; you cannot stop smiling at how incredibly sweet he is. But that's a problem. You have a boyfriend. He may be a bit of a jerk sometimes, but he is your boyfriend after all. You look at your phone again in desperation. This feels like scene in a cheesy movie. The only thing missing is rain and a brave knight on a gallant steed to save you from your misery.
And as if someone in the universe heard your thoughts, rain starts to pour down on you. So not only are you stood up, peeved, and conflicted, but you are also drenched. Just your luck. All the pride and happiness you had felt for your students now washed away like your make up. You took out your phone once again and this time called your boyfriend. No answer. You couldn't help but think he better have a good excuse like an injury or something, or you'd be forced to give him one yourself. This wasn't okay. You felt so frustrated and annoyed that you felt like crying. In fact, you were sure the tears start streaming down any second, but they didn't. You were interrupted by a sudden lack of torrential rain on your head. You are confused for a second. How could it be raining around you, but not on you. You turn around to see your tall blue-eyed hero holding a tiny lady bug umbrella over your head. He himself is getting soaking wet, but doesn't seem the least bit put-out. Instead he just looks at you with a genuinely worried look that shakes you to the core. "Wh-what're you doing?" You ask, stuttering from surprise. "I couldn't let you stand in the rain like this! Come on." He takes hold of your hand, and runs with you to the closest shelter. You both stand silently, awkwardly for a moment, catching your breath. You wanted to ask him a million questions, but all that came out was, "wh-how?" "I'm sorry. I know you told me you were waiting for someone, but I couldn't let you stand out there in the rain like that. You'd catch a cold," Luke explains, seemingly switching roles with you. "Th-th-thank you." You are stuttering mess, and he is the confident one. You couldn't help but like this side of him. "My car is right over there," He says as he points to his escalade parked down the street a bit, "Do you want to make a run for it?" "I'm really sorry about this. It's really embarrassing. You probably have plans, and here you are now soaking wet!" You agonized, marinating in how embarrassing this was. "Don't be embarrassed. What's embarrassing is this umbrella. I swear it's not mine," He joked, holding it out in front of you. It was quite a tiny, silly-looking lady bug umbrella. A large goofy smile splayed across your lips as you reply, "Are you sure? I think it really contrasts with your eyes quite nicely. You have really lovely eyes, by the way."
"You have really lovely eyes, by the way," She tells me sweetly, looking into them. The eye contact makes me anxious in the best way possible. "Th-thank y-you," I stutter embarrassingly. For a moment there, I actually was keeping my cool, but now I have reverted back to my embarrassing ways. I swallow hard. And in order to diffuse the awkward semi-sexual(at least on my part) tension, I jokingly add, "No way. Lady bug umbrellas are for girls. Mine is a grasshopper one. It's so much cooler." Even though she laughs, I immediately regret saying that. I don't know why I am such a mess around this girl. My eyes sweep over her sopping wet body, and I realize that I do know why. She's probably one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. And not just on the outside, but the inside too. She's great with my Haley, helps children, and has a laugh that makes me feel like a giddy adolescent boy. It also doesn't hurt that her clothing is clinging to her body, and is slightly see-through. I do my best to divert my gaze from her. There is no hiding an erection in these pants. To add this increasingly dangerous situation, it suddenly occurs to me that we are still holding hands. Her small, soft fingers are laced with him. Uh-o. Her skin feels like silk.
I decide to get us into the safety of my car, before something does happen down there. "The rain's lightened up a bit. Do you think we should make a run for it?" "Yeah let's do it," she giggles, looking both nervous and excited about running in the rain. "Ready? 1, 2, 3," I counted, and then in unison, we scream "go" and start sprinting to the car together. In these moments, I feel happier with a woman than I have in a very long time. I didn't think I could feel this good, not after Aleisha.
We both hop into the car: me in the drivers seat, and she in the back with Haley. "Ms. Y/N, you're all wet!" Haley laughs as if someone has told her an incredibly funny joke, "Your hair looks funny, daddy!" "Y/N, Haley! Look away! Don't look at his hair! It's hideous!" Michael jokes. "Very funny, Mikey," I mutter, before turning around to look back at Y/N. She was playfully teasing Haley with her wet hair, causing Haley to giggle uncontrollably. It's so cute. I don't want to interrupt them, but I ask, "Where can we take you?" "Just the nearest coffee shop, please," She replies sweetly. "I can drive you home. It's no trouble." "No. A coffee shop is fine. I don't have my keys, so it would sort of be useless. My boyfriend has my keys…and he's not answering his phone. I think there is a starbucks just down the street. I could even walk from here. I'll just go there and wait for him to pick up his phone. He'll come pick me up," She explains as her hands move towards the door handle. "No!" I protest a bit more enthusiastically than I wanted to come off. Her hand retracts from the door handle. Michael chuckles at me. "I mean uh no. That would be silly. You can come with us. We're just ordering a pizza tonight…you can call him from my place. I wouldn't want you to be waiting in a coffee shop all by yourself." "I really don't want to be any trouble. I've already held you guys up from your plans," She informs us. "It won't be any trouble. In fact, we all would love you to join us…I mean you don't have to come if you don't want to, but the more the merrier. We wouldn't want you to be by yourself when you could be hanging with us. Right, Haley?" I ramble, feeling like an idiot once again. "Yeah! Please! Please come wiff us!" Haley exclaims, giving Y/N her best puppy dog face. "I don't know…" She replies obviously feeling a bit awkward. I wish I could say something to assure her, but anything I can think of is quite creepy. "I'll make the executive decision, and say let's kidnap her," Michael smirks to me, and then gives Y/N a grin, "You're coming with us whether you like it or not. Pizza awaits! Luke! Drive on, my good man!"
When we arrive at Luke's flat, Haley rushes you inside. "Uncle Calum! Uncle Ashton!" She shrieks as she pulls you into the rather lavish, but slightly messy living room. "Haley Bales!" A deep voice calls as two attractive guys come into view. They're sitting with their dress shirts unbuttoned and beers in their hands. "This is my teacher, Ms. Y/N!" Haley explains as she jumps into the dark haired one's arms. "Oh I didn't realize we were having guests," the other one says bashfully as he buttons up his shirt. The other one just gives you a sweet yet seductive smirk. "It's nice to know that you two make yourselves at home," Luke jokes as he and Michael enter the living room. "I'm Ashton," the one who had now buttoned his shirt tells you as he pulls Haley into his lap. "Nice to meet you!" "The pleasure is all mine! Anyone who is a friend with 5sos's princess is a friend of mine!" Ashton says as he tickles Haley. She giggles. "Would you like something to drink?" Luke asks you as Michael joins the other two on the couch with a beer. "Calum, button up your shirt, you animal. You're scaring our guest," Michael teases, which starts a war of PG insults between to the two of them. You laugh and mouth to Luke, "I'm fine," because you are unable to get a word in edge-wise. "Pizza should be here soon," Ashton turns around and yells over to Luke. He nods in response and bites his lip ring, which gives you guilt-ridden butterflies.
Luke gives Haley a cup of chocolate milk, kisses her on the forehead, and then turns to you. He comes to your side, and asks quietly over the boys' ruckus, "Would you like some dry clothes?" You nod, and he grabs your hand lightly, pulling down a hallway to what you assume is his bedroom. You are surprised about what is in it. The walls are covered with artwork, obviously done by Haley. There is a little table set up for tea parties with three teddy bears sitting around it in fancy dress. It looks more like a little girl's play room than a grown man's bedroom, but there is something really sweet about that. He lets go of your hand, and digs into his dresser. He hands you a pair of sweats and a tshirt. "Sorry I don't really have anything else. Hopefully these'll do…" Your hands touch as you gives the clothes, giving you goose bumps. Luckily, it doesn't seem out of place since you are sopping wet. "There's a bathroom right there. You can get changed if you'd like." He says, pointing to the door at the other side of his bedroom. You turn away, setting your purse down next to his bed before you make your way into the bathroom. Taking deep breaths, you strip your wet clothes off and pull his clothing on. You can't help but relish the musky aroma of the clothes.
You attempt to ring out your clothes as you think about just how fucked you are. Luke was damn near irresistible, and honestly if he made a move on you, you're not sure you'd be able to stop yourself. He's probably the sweetest guy you've ever met, and just seeing him with his daughter makes you swoon. You look at yourself in the mirror and give yourself a pep talk. Okay. He is gorgeous, but you are strong. You have a boyfriend, and you need to be strong. Resist. It's better that way. He is a student's father. You cannot sleep with a student's father. You have a boyfriend. You tell yourself all these things, and start to feel better. Maybe you can do this. You continue to tell yourself these things as you open the door to exit the bathroom. You can do this. Luke isn't that h-. Back. A muscular, exposed back is all you see as you open the door. You want to close it and give him privacy since he is obviously changing, but you cannot. You cannot do anything, but stand there and drool. He is rifling through his dresser, looking for a shirt. His skinny jeans are sitting low on his hips, exposing dimples on the small of his back. You swallow hard. You are in over your head.
Suddenly, he turns around and looks at you with an expression of a deer caught in headlights. "Sorry…I didn't realize you were uh getting changed," You apologize as you feel your cheeks get flushed. "I'll take your wet clothes…and put them in the dryer if you'd like.." He utters as he fidgets with his hands and looks at you in a way that no one has ever really looked at you. It makes you almost sick with desire and dare you say love for him. "Th-that'd be great," You reply. He nods and walks towards you. You hold your clothes out in front of you, but instead of grabbing them from you, he brings his hands to your face. His calloused hands cup your face as he looks into your eyes with his big blue ones. "I uh have a..boyfriend…" You painfully say, not wanting it to be true. He leans away from you and apologizes. He looks so sad and broken about it. He had given you this look like kissing you would have meant more than anything in the world to him. No one had ever looked at you like that. The image is burned into your mind, and every waking moment after you said those four horrendous words, you are in agony. It feels like eternity, watching him pull away. He feels rejected, unwanted. You couldn't let that happen. Even though your mind begs you not to, you cannot stop yourself from leaning in and kissing Luke. You kiss him passionately, and when he kisses it back, it feels like every molecule in your body is electrified. But he pulls away and reminds you breathlessly, "You have a boyfriend…" You nod, abhorring both yourself and your boyfriend for ruining this otherwise perfect moment. You look into each others eyes for a while, inches a part. Both of you conflicted about what to do next, but his lips answer that question when they attach themselves to yours again. He kisses you in a way that expresses all of his emotions: reluctance, fear, desire, love. You had never kissed anyone like him before. Your hands wrap around his neck as the kisses before less reluctant and more passionate. You run your fingers through his wet hair, and it all feels like some perfect dream. Like soon you'd be woken up by your alarm and have to redo the whole day over again. But that didn't happen. Something worse did. "Sex" by the 1975 sounds from your purse. It's your phone. It's your ringtone. The ringtone you picked out for Ethan, your boyfriend. Panic sets in. What the fuck are you doing?
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