haunted || l.h.

22

"Where'd you go P?" Luke yelled as he stumbled over to me.

"I just went for a walk with Caroline." I said as he tripped and fell into me.

"I'm not scaring you am I?" He asked and held onto me for support while I was almost falling from his large body needing support from my small one.

"Of course not." I said and felt him wrap his whole body around me unexpectedly.

"Good, the last thing I wanna do is scare my Paisey Pie." He said with a small smile.

"You hear that?" He asked and briskly lifted his head from my shoulder and looked at me with a wide smile.

"Hear what?" I asked and rested my hands on his broad shoulders.

"The waves. It's so calming... I could just drown in them. It's like- it's like your voice when you talk to me sometimes. It's calming and intoxicating and I could simply just... get lost in that perfect, perfect sound." He rambled and slurred a bit since he was so drunk but every word was clear to me. I couldn't help but smile and look at his dilated pupils that somehow seemed to dilate more as he looked at me.

"You're drunk Luke." I said with a laugh and tried to help him stand up but it didn't seem to be working.

"I know." He said with a goofy smile that just made me laugh more.

"Let's go sit." I said and held him up as we walked over to the blanket we were previously sitting on.

"You're pretty Paisley" He said and then started giggling like crazy.

"Pretty Paisley." He said through his fit of giggles which nearly made my heart burst.

"Instead of pretty penny you're pretty Paisley. You're my pretty Paisley." He said with a giggle and booped my nose.

"You're such a dork." I said and couldn't help but laugh at him as I put him down on the blanket.

"Can I be your dork?" He asked with a goofy smile on his face.

"Ask me again when you aren't wasted." I said and moved his hair out of his face.

"Well I'm not going to if you're gonna say no." He said in a duh tone and wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his head on my shoulder.

"I won't say no." I said softly and wrapped my arm around his shoulders to stroke his hair like he always did to me.

"I don't want you to say no." He hummed.

"I won't." I said and leaned my head on his.

"Is this you finally saying yes?" He asked with a hopeful look as he turned his head to look at me.

"This is me waiting to say it until you're sober." I said and pushed his hair out of his face once again.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked and looked between my eyes and my lips.

"No." I said with a laugh which made him pout.

"Why?" He whined.

"Because you're drunk." I said and kissed his forehead.

"Do that again." He said with his eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his face. I just let out a chuckle and placed another long kiss on the center of his forehead.

"Luke come here!" Ashton yelled and waved him over to the three of them.

"I'll be right back." He said and placed a sloppy kiss on my cheek and bolted over to them.

  I watched them as they had Luke do a handstand and him drink a ton of alcohol upside down. They all ended up doing that and timed it to see who could drink the most. I think Luke ended up winning, but he looked super sick after which made me slightly concerned.

"Luke you don't look so good." I said as we walked towards each other in the sand.

"Yeah I don't feel so good either." He groaned and collapsed into me.

"Come sit." I said and pulled him over to sit on the closest blanket.

"Ugh I'm gonna throw up." He groaned and held his head in his hands.

"Let it out you'll feel better." I said and rubbed his back.

"Then I'll have puke breath." He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut.

"That's okay, just let it out." I said reassuringly. Less than ten seconds later he began throwing up in the sand. I quickly
made sure his hair wasn't in this face and softly rubbed his back.

"I'm such an idiot." He groaned and fell back on the blanket with his eyes closed.

"You'll feel better after this hangover." I said and looked down at him.

"It's gonna take a year to get over this hangover." He said and covered his face with his hands.

"I bet you say that every time." I said with a laugh.

"P?" He asked and laid his head on my lap.

"Yeah?" I questioned and started rubbing his back.

"You're my best friend." He whispered, so softly that I almost didn't hear it.

"And you're mine."