Lucifer a.k.a Luke Hemmings

Chapter 7

Saturday
July 19
11 am

I woke up on the couch of the boys' apartment. We stayed up talking, playing, and eating until around 2:30 and by then, I was too tired to drive all the way back to my place. Quite frankly, even at that late in the morning, I was still tired. I rolled off the couch, literally, and fell on top of a body. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Calum. All of them boys had brought out pillows and fell asleep on the floor last night. Cal groaned and turned his head, eyes drooped with sleep.

"What the heck Scarlett?" He spoke in a gritty morning voice, which was kind of funny considering his normal voice wasn't very deep.

"Sorry," I said, sounding just as tired. "I fell." He rolled over, pushing me off of his body. I was then laying between him and Ashton.

"Can we make some breakfast? I'm hungry." It was true. My stomach was growling like a wild animal.

He sat up and wiped his eyes before answering, "Yeah sure. Do you want to make stuff or go out?"

"I'm way to tired to go somewhere," I told him. "Will you help me make some food?" He nodded and we got up, walking to the kitchen. Cal began getting the needed pans and utensils out of the cabinets while I got the food from the fridge and pantry.

"So what are we making?" Cal asked.

"How confident are you in your cooking abilities?" I asked him. He leaned his head on his hand for a moment in thought. After a few seconds, he smiled.

"Pretty darn confident, if I do say so," he answered triumphantly.

"Well good. Because I want to make French toast, pancakes, bacon, hash browns, and scrambled eggs," I told him. He laughed and waved his hand at me as if that was no big deal. "Pretty confident, huh?" He just nodded in answer, causing me to giggle at him while shaking my head in amusement. Calum and I started making breakfast, making conversation here and there. After the food was done, we decided to eat first before waking the other guys up. Sitting at the table, I decided to check my phone. I had so many Twitter notifications, it was crazy. I opened up the app while eating my food. I nearly spat out my eggs when I read some of the tweets I was mentioned in.

"Um, Scarlett? Is there a problem with the eggs or something?" Calum asked. I looked up at him, my face probably showing my shock.

"Your fans," I whisper-yelled, not wanting to wake the boys up. "They're insane. Someone got pictures of me and Luke the day we met apparently. Somehow, through the power of the internet, people figured out that it's me. This one girl said, and I quote, "Oh my god, if I find her, I'm gonna kill her, hide the body, and claim Luke as mine. Oh dear lord, help me." I dropped my fork and put my face in my hands. Calum just laughed.

"Let me see," he said with an outstretched hand. I gave him my phone and he silently scrolled through the tweets. One of them made his eyes widen so much, I wasn't sure it was healthy. "Wow. Um, yeah. This is kind of weird. But hey, what can I say? They're dedicated." He said with a sympathetic smile. I grumbled in agreement before getting back to my food. When we were done eating, we woke up the other three guys. Cal and I decided to head back to his room and chill for a little until everyone was done eating.

We were laying on our backs, arms behind our heads, talking about nothing in particular, when I remembered something. "Today's my birthday," I said mostly to myself. Calum turned on his side to look at me.

"Really?" I nodded. "Well we have to do something then. You're 18 now, right?" I nodded again. "I'll be right back," he said. He jumped off the bed and went out the door. I heard a quick conversation between the guys before Calum reappeared in the bedroom. He plopped down next to me, legs crossed. He looked pleased with himself for some reason. "I told the boys it's your birthday. They're going to go get ready, because we are leaving in twenty minutes."