Submissive • 5sos

Chapter 17

"I thought you were clever." The voice on the other end of the line replies. I feel myself at a loss for words, he sighs,
"Steal his card, then take out all the money you can." He spells out like I'm a child,
"Steal it?" I squeak. I like to pride myself on my honesty, so stealing is not something I do often,
"Considering what your father did, I think this will be easy for you." He laughs, I feel myself get angry.
"I ran away from him. He is a disgrace." I shout, he continues laughing,
"Glad we agree on one thing. Anything else?" He asks.
"No." I whisper, feeling apprehensive about stealing. With that he hangs up, I nervously bite my lip, then return my phone into my bra. I walk into the living room, checking the time on the clock on the wall. It's half past 9. I eat a packet of crisps while watching some romantic movie. The movie finishes at 11 and I feel incredibly tired, the boys never told me what time they would return home, so I just retire to bed.
I wake to the sound of talking coming from the living room, I feel my heart rate speed, but then I relax, realising it's probably just the boys. I look at the digital clock on my bedside table, it's 2 o'clock in the morning, I yawn and sigh, falling asleep quickly.
"Courtney. Psst." I feel someone push my check, I wake and see myself staring into sea blue eyes. Luke.
"Hi." I whisper, my voice thick with sleep. Luke looks really drunk, and is smiling lazily, he touches my nose,
"What are you doing?" I say, louder than before,
"Sh! The other boys are asleep." He giggles, "We drunk a lot." He frowns,
"Why aren't you asleep?" I sigh, he smiles wider,
"I need to tell you something." He giggles, he sounds adorable, but my half asleep brain finds it annoying,
"Can't you tell me in the morning?" I mutter, his eyes widen.
"No, I'll forget." He replys, I remain silent, waiting for him to answer,
"Before I even spoke to you that day I had the fight with Niall, in lessons and stuff. I thought you were pretty and stuff, but before I knew it, I started noticing other things. Like when you were bored you'd twirl your hair, or when you were asked a question you went red and got nervous even though you always got it right. I did notice you before all this, but now I know you better I think I like you a lot." He whispers, he looks and sounds drunk but his eyes look quite sincere. I widen my eyes in realisation at what he's saying,
"No Luke. Your drunk, just go to sleep, and if you remember in the morning, we can talk about it, just go into your room and go to sleep." I stutter, trying to sound confident, he looks bemused but goes out of my room. I sit in thought for what feels like a minute, but is actually half an hour. I'm disturbed from my thoughts by my door opening, I look up and see Michael, he also looks drunk, he stumbles into my room and slumps down in my chair,
"Michael?" I sigh, he looks at me and blinks slowly,
"What?" He mutters,
"What are you doing?" I whisper, I seriously need a lock on my door, he looks at me and I see his eyes get dark, he suddenly lunges at me and places his lips on mine, at first I feel stunned by this sudden act, but then I push him off me,
"Get out." I say, louder than I hoped, pointing towards the door, he looks conflicted, then stumbles towards the door. I lay my head back down on my pillow, and sleep. I have a dream that I'm falling, and no one is there to catch me, but on my way down I see faces of the people I know, observing me fall. I wake with a start, it's 10:05. I sit up and stretch, walking into the living room I hear something I haven't heard in a while on a Monday morning, silence. All the boys must be still asleep after their eventful night, I sigh recounting both encounters I had last night, I know both Luke and Michael were drunk but it still not acceptable, even though they won't remember, I decide I'll ignore them. I look in all the cupboards and find a medicine cabinet, inside is some Advil, exactly what I need, I take eight tablets, 2 for each boy, and 4 cups of water. I then lay them out on the side, organising them. I wait in the living room. The first to emerge is Ashton, he shuffles in,
"There's some Advil and a cup of water on the side." I say, eating an apple,
"Please don't talk to loud." He mutters, I roll my eyes and ignore him. He comes into the living room holding the cup of water, obviously he's already taken the tablets,
"What time did we get in last night?" He asks,
"About 2 o'clock." I reply,
"Shit." He says, rubbing his temples to help relieve his headache. I continue to eat my apple, next to walk in is Luke, I'm not sure how to act with this one.