Nothing But You [COMPLETED]

Are You Joining Me?

The house was finally clean at 6pm. The guys tried to make dinner, but then set the smoke alarm off, so they gave up on that and ordered takeaway, watching films in the now spotless lounge.

Brad had been checking his phone every ten minutes, but Luka's Whatsapp still hadn't changed. He was sat forward, his leg jiggling, keeping half an ear out for any sounds in the driveway.

It wasn't until 8.30pm that they heard the sound of a car door shutting.

The guys immediately sat up, looking over like a group of meerkats at the front door, which soon opened, and Luka's figure appeared in the foyer.

"LUKA!" They all yelled, jumping over the sofa and crushing her in a giant group hug.

"Whoa! What the hell?" She squealed, her voice sounding croaky and tired. They released her after squeezing the life out of her for a few seconds, then all of their faces were in front of hers, bombarding her with questions.

"Where have you been?"

"Why didn't you text us?"

"Have you eaten?"

"How do you turn the washing machine on?"

They all looked at Tris after he asked the last question, but he just shrugged. She laughed and pushed past them to kick her shoes off.

"Sorry, sorry I didn't know I'd be gone so long, my phone died sometime after lunch and didn't have my charger." She flicked her hair out of her eyes, and Brad instantly noticed her eyelids were half hooded over her eyes, and had a slight purple hue. He immediately frowned at her with concern.

"You look exhausted, love." He commented. "Time for bed?" He couldn't stop the question from falling out of his mouth, but she looked so tired that he was just worried about her. She looked like she was about to collapse. She hummed, a lazy smile forming on her lips.

"Yes, god yes. But I need to.." She stepped away from him and looked around. "You cleaned." She said, frowning at the room.

"Yeah we figured you're always cleaning up after us, was the least we could do." Connor smiled.

"Where did you go?" James asked from beside Brad.

"Oh," She rubbed her forehead. "They somehow only put 8 songs on the demo CD."

Each boy's mouths dropped open.

"What?!" Brad yelled.

"Yeah, I went over to fix it. Wouldn't leave until it was printed and played all the way through in the order you wrote down the other day. All 11 are on there now." She yawned as she rummaged through her bag, pulling out a copy of their album and handing it to Tris. "Sam called me as soon as he got in telling me, cos he didn't think it was right, came to pick me up. Seems like someone didn't scroll down on the file all the way last night."

"Fucking hell." Brad muttered. Then, Tris launched himself on her and hugged her.

"What's this for?" She mumbled, her face buried in his neck.

Then James joined in. Then Connor ran over. Brad watched the three of them hugging her, and then Connor looked back at him and gestured for him to join. He did. He was so grateful. Imagine if their album was released missing three songs?

The boys all squeezed her in the group hug until she squeaked out that she couldn't breathe. She kept saying it was no problem, but this was honestly a big problem. And she fixed it. Brad reminded her to go upstairs to bed and then they watched her climbing up the stairs, yawning into the palm of her hand as she went. When her bedroom door closed, Tris let out a loud breath.