Grilled Cheese

Luke was staying over my house for the weekend – or, well, he was supposed to be. My parents were celebrating their 20th anniversary this weekend and, despite the strict orders I had to not let Luke over, everything just fell into place. He had just gotten back a couple of days ago with his band, ending their long tour with One Direction, and I hadn’t been able to see him much since he was catching up with his family and whatnot. But then Luke told me that he didn’t like the idea of me being alone for the weekend and insisted he stayed with me to make sure I was okay and I obviously couldn’t say no.

So Luke told his mom that he was going out to celebrate being home with his band mates and some other friends and then he was going to stay at Mikey’s for the weekend. The going out part wasn’t a lie – when Calum mentioned a boy’s night out, Luke made sure I didn’t mind and then promised he would be back before midnight. I didn’t have a problem with that whatsoever.

I began to have a problem with it when it was 3 am and I hadn’t heard a word from him.

I had already tried calling him but eventually grew sick of hearing his voicemail and gave up. I had Mikey’s, Calum’s and Ashton’s numbers, but the last thing I wanted to do was sound like a crazy, clingy girlfriend who wanted to ruin their fun. “Whatever,” I mumbled to myself, locking the front door before dragging my feet to my bedroom. I was far too tired to be angry; that would come tomorrow. I fell onto the bed, sighing contentedly as I curled up in the blankets. I was dozing off, only a few seconds away from falling under completely, when I heard banging on the front door. I jumped, nearly falling off the bed before I groaned, pushing myself onto my feet and heading toward the door. Only a small part of me feared who was behind the door; I knew who it was.

And as soon as I unlocked the door ad opened it, I was right. “Baby!” Luke gushed, a wide grin etched onto his face. He wrapped his arms around me, dropping most of his weight on me. I stumbled a bit but managed to stay on my feet. “I missed you!”

I could smell some alcohol on his clothes but when he spoke, alcohol was all I could smell. “You’re drunk,” I stated, pushing him away.

He tripped over his feet, grabbing the doorframe to steady himself. “I think, I think maybe,” he replied slowly. “Maybe a little, I think.”

“I heard you the first time,” I mumbled, moving him to the side so I could close and relock the door.

He furrowed his eyebrows at me, a frown on his lips. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, his voice full of concern. I didn’t answer; instead I grabbed his hand and led him into the living room. I gently pushed him onto the couch, though in his drunken state he crashed on it. I bent down, taking his shoes off. “You’re mad at me, Brenn. Do you hate me? Are you going to breakup with me?”

I couldn’t help but pause what I was doing and look at him. His blue, bloodshot eyes were wide and innocent, full of worry. I couldn’t help but smile. “No, Luke. I don’t hate you and I’m not going to breakup with you,” I assured him.

“But when I said I missed you, you didn’t say it back,” he pointed out, playing with strands of my hair as I leaned back down to take off his second shoe.

I dropped his shoe next to the other one and stood up, sighing. “I missed you too, Luke,” I announced. “I just wished you would’ve called and told me you’d be three hours late,” I whispered, not intending for him to hear.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “See, you are mad. But it isn’t my fault!” he defended, eyes wide. “I was going to call you so you could come get me and then we could come back here and cuddle, but I lost my phone. So you’re not allowed to be mad at me!”

Most of my anger had faded when he came banging at the door, but the remaining melted away as I realized how worried he was about me being mad at him. It was cute, really. “I’m not mad,” I promised. “But right now we need to get you to bed.”

“You promise you aren’t mad?”

“Yes, now come on,” I insisted, grabbing his hand a pulling him up. He cooperated more this time, not attempting to rest all of his weight on me as I took him to my bedroom. I closed the door and when I turned around, I found him lying across the bed, still dressed. “You can’t go to sleep in jeans, babe. You have to change.”

He groaned, his face buried in the pillow. “I don’t wanna,” he complained.

I giggled. “But you have to,” I instructed, shaking his leg a bit.

After letting out a huge sigh, he dramatically lifted himself up and sat at the end of my bed, staring up at me. “Only if you promise to cuddle with me,” he bargained, grabbing my hands and swinging my hands back and forth.

As if I’d actually say no to that. “I promise.” With that, he went to pull his shirt off. He struggled a little and I needed to help get it over his head, but when he finally got it off he stood, stumbling a little. He tried unbuttoning his jeans and failing miserably. I laughed. “Here,” I offered, undoing the button and zipper, pulling them down to his ankles. He tried stepping out of them, tripping over the fabric and falling back onto the bed. I managed to pull his jeans off completely and dropped them beside his shirt.

I got under the blanket beside him, his arm immediately pulling me close to him. I couldn’t help but smile as he nuzzled his face into my neck and let out a content sigh. “You’re a good cuddler,” he mumbled, his breath on my neck causing me to shiver. “Thank you for being a good cuddler.”

I chuckled tiredly, moving my arm so I could run my fingers through his hair to get him to sleep faster. “No problem,” I whispered. “Now it’s time to go to sleep.”

He was silent for awhile after that, his breathing even. I was sure he had fallen asleep and even I had started to doze off until Luke spoke up. “Brenn, baby; you awake?” he asked. I stayed quiet, hoping that he would think I was sleeping and would just go to sleep himself. But drunk Luke obviously wasn’t one for coming home and passing out. ”Psst, Brenn. Wake up,” he said, lifting his head and poking my cheek lightly.

I opened my eyes to find him looking at me excitedly. “What? I’m trying to sleep,” I half-whined.

“You know what would make this night even better?” he asked, answering himself before I could say anything. “A grilled cheese. I fucking love grilled cheese.”

“No,” I said without hesitation. “You’re drunk and I don’t trust that you won’t burn my house down. I don’t know if I’d trust you if you were sober, to be honest.”

“I always burn my grilled cheese, so I won’t, bossy,” he replied childishly. “But that’s why you’re going to make it for me. Because you love me and like making me happy.”

“I’m not making you grilled cheese,” I told him, turning my back to him and closing my eyes. “If you stop interrupting my sleep, then I’ll make you grilled cheese as soon as you wake up. But not right now.”

“Bu t I want it now,” he argued. I ignored him and continued to do so as he pressed himself against my back, an arm winding around my waist to pull me as close as possible. “I know you’re awake. Please?” he whispered close to my ear.

“Luke, it’s bed time. I don’t care if you go to sleep or not anymore, but I’m beyond tired and need sleep.” I tried focusing more on my words and less on how close he was to me.

“If you do something to make me happy, I’ll do something to make you happy,” he whispered before running his lips along the side of my neck.

I couldn’t help but laugh and turn my head to face him. “You’re really trying to sell your body for grilled cheese right now?” I mused.

He frowned, falling back onto the bed. “I’m hungry,” he grumbled. I let out another giggle, turning my body around completely. I wrapped my arm around his waist and tangled my legs with his. I glanced up at him, more than happy to see his eyes growing tired. I closed my eyes in attempt to fall asleep. “I’ll go down on you if you make me a grilled cheese,” he offered, his fingers moving through my hair. I kept my laugh to myself, amused. Luke was normally borderline awkward and hardly ever mentioned anything sexual out loud. He just wasn’t really vocal about stuff like that and I wished I had my phone near me to record him.

He continued for at least another half hour or so, offering any and every sexual act as a bargain for his grilled cheese. Halfway through his suggestion of pleasing me while I made the grilled cheese, he trailed off. I waited to see if he’d continue before lifting my head to find him asleep. I grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “’Night, love,” I mumbled, falling asleep not long after.


The next morning I woke up before Luke. As promised, I went into the kitchen and began preparing his grilled cheese. I figured even if he was too hungover to eat it, I had woken up with a grilled cheese craving thanks to my boyfriend.

I was flipping the almost finished sandwich when I felt arms slid around my waist. “Mm, what are you making?” Luke asked tiredly, his head resting on my shoulder.

“Grilled cheese,” I answered, setting the spatula down before turning around in his arms. Apparently he’d found his book bag and changed, now dressed in sweatpants and white t-shirt.

His arms tightened around me. “Really?” he asked, checking over my shoulder to confirm. “You’re seriously the best girlfriend ever. I woke up craving grilled cheese for some reason, and you’re already in here making it? I fucking love you.”

I laughed. Apparently he didn’t recall much of last night. “I know,” I responded, pressing my lips to his. It was meant to be quick but as I pulled away, his hand went to my neck and brought my mouth back to his. He deepened the kiss, running his tongue along my bottom lip and I obliged. I didn’t pull away again until I smelt something starting to burn. “Your sandwich’s gonna burn,” I warned, turning around to the oven.

“But I’m craving something else more right now,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to the back of my neck.

“Oh, no no,” I argued, turning off the stove and putting his sandwich on a plate. I stepped away from him, holding the plate out to him. “After all the trouble you put me through for this damn sandwich, you’re gonna eat it.”

He raised an eyebrow at me but took it anyway. “What trouble?” he asked.

“You don’t remember last night?” I asked him, smirking slightly.

He looked at me a little worried, leaning against the counter. “I remember being at the bar and drinking a little too much – sorry about that, by the way – and then Calum took my phone from me so we wouldn’t have a repeat of last time. After that, it’s all fog-“

“What happened last time?” I asked, curiously.

His cheeks darkened slightly. “I got a little drunk and accidently texted Calum’s mum some, uh, interesting things,” he explained quietly.

It took a few seconds before it dawned on me. “You mean sexually interesting?” I asked, a smile already beginning to form on my face. His cheeks grew darker and that was enough to give me my answer, causing me to burst into laughter.

“Moving on,” he emphasized after I’d calmed down a bit. I shook my head, a grin still on my face as I looked at him. He looked a little scared at the point, his eyes wide. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing, no reason,” I replied. “I just love you, that’s all.”

He smiled, turning to his sandwich and ripping a piece of it off and shoved it into his mouth. “You’re weird,” he stated.

“I’m weird?” I repeated. “Let me tell you how my night went after you got home last night…”