Wasted » luke Hemmings

chapter nine

Ash carries me into his car, his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me up, "T-thanks Ash, you're my favourite brother," I ramble on, spluttering and stammering every so often.

"I'm your only brother," he laughs a little, reaching over my lap, clicking my seatbelt in, shutting the passenger door for me. My head hangs down as Ash climbs into the drivers seat, driving me back to his in my drunken state. "Why did you get so drunk?" he asks, hoping to get at least a little sense out of me.

I shrug, my arms and hands flailing everywhere in the process, Ash letting out a small sigh, still smiling so at least I know he's not pissed off. "I don't know why I asked," he lets out another laugh, smiling to myself this time.

Ash helps me into his flat when we reach his building, probably the worst site Luke has ever come across as he opens the door for Ash, and me in his arms. "Someone drunk?" Luke asks as he swings open the front door, standing in baggy sweatpants, a black t-shirt with some writing which is too blury to read, and flat hair, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Shut your face Lucas Hemmings," I giggle to myself after the words leave my mouth.

Luke lets out a small groan, shutting the door after Ashton bringing me further into the apartment, directing me down to the sofa, "It's not Lucas," he whines.

"Sorry Lucifer," I retort, giggling again, thinking I'm the funniest person in the world at this moment. Luke just rolls his eyes, going into the kitchen, grabbing me a glass of water and a slice of bread, handing them to me as he takes a seat next to me.

"Ash go to bed, I'll take care of her," Luke shrugs, as I begin to nibble on this slice of bread he's given me, not really paying attention to anything but what seems to be the most amazing tasting bread.

"Mate, she's my sister it's fine," Ash shakes his head,

"You went to pick her up, honestly don't worry about it," Luke shrugs again, patting Ash on the back as he walks past into the kitchen again. Ash kneals down to meet my gaze, causing me to let out another giggle, for whatever reason.

"I'm gonna go to bed, are you alright here or do you want my bed?" Ash asks, resting his hands on my knees, shaking my head rapidly from side no side with a wide smile across my face. "Alright," he lets out a small laugh, shaking his head slightly at my drunken state, walking off into his room.

Luke comes to sit next to me again, as I finish eating the piece of bread he gave me previously. "Do you wany another one?" he asks, just shaking my head slightly, looking down to my fingers.

We sit in silence for a while, in my drunken state this is very difficult as I can't keep still, figiting and constantly picking at my finger nails, "How comes you got so drunk tonight?" he asks, curious.

I shrug gently, my eyes fixated on my fingers, "I hate my mum," I whisper, sighing, before lying down on my side, pulling my arms up to my chest. Luke brings his arm to my thigh, rubbing it gently, not in a sexual way, more comforting than anything, "can I have a cuddle?" I say gently, my voice low, with my eyes closed.

Luke doesn't say anything, but the rustling of his clothes suggests he's moving as he slides in the behind me, lying down between my back and the back of the sofa, his arm bringing its way across my stomach, his hand sliding under my hip, resting there, his warmth radiating onto me.

"Thanks," I whisper, with a small smile on my face as he nestles his head into my neck and hair, a comforting feeling. "You and Violet are really cute," I mumble, not really paying attention to what I am saying.

"Violet?" Luke asks, not moving from our comfortable position.

"Yeah, I can tell you're into her," I ramble on, all my thoughts just spilling out of my mouth, "I'm happy for you," I whisper, falling asleep as we spoon before I can hear his response.