AVA’S POV
After what felt like hours of just having fun outside, we all grew tired. “I really need some sleep.” I told the guys. Just for tonight, they somehow convinced me to sleep here.
“Ava, come on!” Calum whined.
“I’ve had a lousy day today, but I now feel better thanks to you guys. Remember that.” I said, as I walked into the house. The boys followed me inside, and we threw out the beer bottles, or mainly Luke’s. I couldn’t even keep count on how many he’s had.
“Alright, well goodnight guys.” I gave them each a hug. “Thank you so much for tonight. I really mean it.”
“We missed you, Ava.” Michael said. I gave him a small smile, for I missed them too.
“THIS IS SO EMOTIONAL.” Ashton said, faking a cry.
“ASHTON DON’T START.” Then Calum faked a cry. Soon they were all “crying” over me.
“You are all too much.” I laughed, making my way to the bathroom. We went our separate ways to get ready for bed, and the main lights were turned off. I opened the hallway light, and when I did, I saw Luke sitting on the floor, cross-legged, staring off into space.
“Luke?” I asked him. He slowly stood up, almost losing his balance as he made his way over to me.
Luke got so close to me, that my back was soon pressed against the wall. I could feel his heavy, alcohol breath near my cheek.
“Oh, Ava. I just want to kiss you.” He slurred.
My eyes widened. “Luke, how drunk are you?”
“Can I kiss you?” He slurred again.
“Luke, I don’t want to-“ He interrupted me, by moving even closer. His lips looked so plump tonight, and they were kissable. He began to tilt his head and closed his eyes.
But it didn’t happen.
I placed my hands on his chest, trying to push him away. Anything could happen right now, I thought, my heart beating extremely fast.
“Can-can I….I want to kiss you n-now.” He slurred his words, not even forming complete sentences.
“Luke, how many beers did you drink?” I asked once again, this time more aggressively. Then, Luke began to place his head in the crook of my neck.
“Luke, what are you doing?” I groaned.
“You're so warm and I’m sooooo tired.” Luke then fell asleep, with his head still tucked in the crook of my neck, while I was leaning against a wall. He was about to collapse, but I caught him in my arms.
I dragged him to his bedroom and set him down on the bed. His mouth was wide open, his breath still smelling like alcohol. My hand then moved towards his hair, but I slapped it down.
“Stop it,” I whispered to myself. I got up and was about to leave Luke, when I decided that it wasn’t right. I couldn’t leave Luke here, drunk, all night. He was going to wake up with the worst hangover from all of those beers, and I wasn’t even sure if he’s ever consumed so much alcohol before.
“Dammit,” I cursed at myself for getting stuck in these situations. I sat next to sleeping Luke, and ran my fingers through his messy hair.
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LUKE'S POV
I woke up the next morning with a killer hangover. My head was pounding and my shirt was so sweaty, it clung to my chest.
