Who Knew? // 5SOS [ #Wattys 2015 ]

Chapter 35

I woke up to an annoying alarm blaring on Ashton's phone. He smacked his hand around the little table by the couch and the phone fell on to the floor.

"Turn it off!" I said, gradually getting louder as I said off. Calum reached his big hand over and covered my mouth and a lot of my face. I slapped his wrist, making him retract his hand.

"Ashton!" I screeched again, covering my head with my pillow as the annoying consecutive beeps got louder. He finally turned it off and I settled back down.

It wasn't long until the lights flicked on and I groaned even harder. I shoved my face in the pillow and yelled, "ASHTON!" I woke Michael and Luke up because of my screaming.

"Jesus Lauren, calm down," Ashton groaned.

"I'm so tired," I cried.

"That's what you get for being at the park at three am," Ashton fired.

"What the fuck? You were at a park at three am?" Michael was confused.

"Yeah, you guys came back drunk and we left and went to a park until three am," Calum sat up with me.

"That explains my killer headache," Mike rubbed his head and Luke nodded.

"Yeah I have one too," Ashton agreed.

"That's what you get for getting piss ass drunk," I shot at Ashton. He shot me a glare. We are definitely not morning people.

I laid back down but Calum pushed and poked at me until I finally rolled out of bed.

The room was filled with half naked boys. Michael was just in his underwear, seeing that he has no shame and the rest were just shirtless. I grabbed yoga pants with a pullover sweatshirt and other essentials while heading into the bathroom. I changed and pulled my hair into a messy bun, brushing my teeth, then applying very light makeup, just so I looked human.

When I walked out they were all dressed and Calum pushed inside after me. Thankfully the sleeves on my sweatshirt cover my mistakes so I don't have to wear the uncomfortable bracelets. My goal is to just not roll up my sleeves.

. . .

We had no time to eat breakfast and my stomach was crying out to me by the time we were at the airport gate. I held it as we boarded and I sat down in the middle of the three seater this time, in between Michael and Luke. I laid my head on Michael's shoulder and grabbed his hand that was in his lap. He looked at me but dismissed it. I measured our hands together and his weren't much bigger than mine, unlike the others. It was really cute. I then moved on to the "x" tattoo on his middle finger, brushing my thumb over it.

I then put it back on his lap and grabbed his other hand. His wrist covered in bracelets. I started playing with a few, and found one that seemed to be leaving indents in his wrists. I loosened it a little but he pulled his hand away, took it off, rolled up my sleeve, and placed it on my scarred wrist, tightening it. I looked at it and played around with it for a bit.

"I love it," I smiled, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. I wasn't done though, I started moving his bracelets around to inspect them all. He retracted his hand away when I started to move one buried underneath the rest. I looked up at him. He isn't hiding anything... is he? He seemed to read my expression when he shook his head no and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him, still wondering if he actually might have...

Michael dragged his hand up and down my arm while he was playing around on his phone. I put in my headphones and fell asleep as "Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off" By Panic! At The Disco filled my ears.