airports // 5sos au

xxv.

[emily]

I wake up slowly and almost immediately regret doing so. My head is pounding and all I can think of is getting to a toilet. I slowly open my eyes and try to sit up. I then quickly realize that I can't get up. Partly due to my disoriented senses and my throbbing skull, and also due to Luke's arm wrapped around my waist. I sigh and rest my head back onto Luke's chest. Our legs are tangled together under a blanket and I can hear Ashton's quiet snores coming from the couch behind Luke and I.

"Morning," Luke whispers sleepily.

"Good morning," I smile.

"How do you feel?" He asks.

"Like I need to puke," I sigh and look up at him without lifting my head from his chest.

"C'mon," He nods and begins to sit up. I don't move, but I'm brought up with Luke as I hold onto him.

He chuckles and presses a small kiss to my forehead before standing up. Taking my hand in his, he leads me to the bathroom.

"You sit down, and I'll go get some water for you," Luke gives me a worried smile.

"Thank you," I sigh as I sit on the cold tile by the toilet bowl.

A minute or so later, Luke comes back with a glass of water and a damp washcloth, "I was gonna get you some ibuprofen for you, just in case you had a headache, but then I figured that you'd probably just throw it up. We might have to wait a little before taking any medicine."

"Okay," I nod. Luke sets the water and the washcloth down next to me on the bathroom counter. As he sits down next to me on the edge of the bathtub, I groan. Luke reaches forward and gathers all of my hair together in his hand. He places another hand on my upper back and rubs small, calming circles into the fabric of my shirt. He already knows what I can feel coming. I quickly get on my knees and lurch forward, spewing the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl in front of me.

"Aw, you have to get on your knees to puke in the toilet, that's so cute. Get it? Because you're so short and everything," Luke laughs.

I take a deep breath and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand before glaring at the toilet and then at Luke, "Are you seriously making short jokes right now?" I turn back to the toilet and puke once more, before sitting back down. Luke lets go of my hair, but keeps rubbing small circles onto my back.

"Hey now, no need to have a short temper," He laughs so hard, his eyes are squeezed shut and his grin stretches from ear to ear.

"That's awful," I glare and smack his arm. I realize that I'm not going to puke again, so I stand up and drink from the glass of water that Luke got for me. Luke stands up and steps closer to me.

"I get it, you've had it up to here with the short jokes," Luke giggles as he holds up a hand next to my head, to signal how high I've 'had it up to'.

"Fuck you," I groan.

"I'm sorry, babe, I really am," He holds back his laughter. I raise an eyebrow and set the now empty glass back onto the counter.

"Babe? Wow, you cuddle with a guy while watching Disney movies once after you get drunk together and suddenly, he thinks he can call you babe."

"Is that not okay?" Luke asks with a surprisingly worried look on his face.

I somehow keep myself from laughing as I shrug, "Of course it's okay, babe."

"Oh, fuck you," He groans and steps forward, quickly wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Luke," I whine, "I can't move."