"friends" » cake

seventeen

Luke

Harry and Louis acted pretty awkward in our last show, but I was the only one who noticed apparently. Niall and Michael decided to throw a party as a celebration for the end of the tour, but I wasn't really feeling it. I shrugged it off as I watched Calum excitedly agree.

[X]

I stared at all of the drunken friends, laughing stupidly. Katy Perry was on replay, blasting through the TV speakers. It was slightly irritating me that I didn't know where Calum was, he told me he'd be right back. I decided to look for him, so I pushed through the crowd over to the kitchen.

As I walked in, I grabbed a glass of water, and walked out.

Then I dropped the glass and ran out.

calum

"Luke, wait!" I finally pushed off her and shot a disgusted look towards her.

"This is why I hate you! You're almost like my last girlfriend!"

She smirked and waved. "Call me, Cal." And stalked off.

Tears were now streaming down my face, and I was blindly looking for Luke. All I wanted was Luke. I missed him.

I was standing under a street lamp, sobbing as I ran, looking for a park where Luke would be.

"L-luke!" I called.

I swear I saw a tree branch flinch but the tears in my eyes were probably just playing tricks on me. I sobbed harder under that tree, it was the worst mistake letting anyone invite anyone.

"L-luke, where ev-er you are, I-i love you s-so much-h. It w-was all of her fault. I should've listened to you Lukey, I'm sorry. I love you." I whimpered and curled up in the grass. I dreamed I was being carried.

I was being carried, bridal style by Luke, up to our hotel. "Why are you carrying me like this, Luke?"

Luke smirked and opened the front door. "A king needs his king, and that king needs to be pampered by the king."

"That made no sense, Luke."

"Really? In my head all I could think about is you sooo..."

"Smooth, Luke, Smooth."

"Thank you, Thank you very much."

We laughed and finally got up to the hallway separating our rooms.

"Which room, Lukey?"

"Yours?" I nodded and was dumped on my bed softly. Luke caressed my cheek as my breathing got steadier and calmer, then I felt a timid kiss on my lips.

"I love you Calum Hood."

But I was asleep.

I woke from my dream in my bed, thinking last night, too, was a dream. But when I visited Michael's room, he was groaning and griping to Ashton about his headache. I smiled sadly and proceeded to look for Luke. He might be eating breakfast, so I checked the kitchen. There he was silently eating my cereal, from one of my mugs, in my sweater.

"Luke?" My voice came out all nasally and choked up, like I had been crying.

He didn't even bother to look up.

tbh i hate editing