Who Knew? // 5SOS [ #Wattys 2015 ]

Chapter 45

I woke up to Luke tapping my shoulder, whispering, "Lauren, get up."

I groaned but slowly opened my eyes. The bath had grown cold and my skin was all wrinkly. Luke pushed me off of him and stood up, retrieving two towels. He wrapped one around his waist and took my hand, pulling me out of the bath. He put the other towel around my shoulders and I snaked my arms around his waist. His went around my shoulders and placed a gently kiss on the top of my head.

"I love you Luke," my voice was barely audible.

"I love you Lauren," he said, his voice matching mine. He left the room, bringing back pj shorts and a shirt of his then leaving me to change.

My stomach growled as I put on my clothes because of my lack of food intake. I walked out of the bathroom and saw Luke still shirtless but in gym shorts on the bed. I laid next to him and he brought me close to him.

"You're getting life back into your face and your lips," he said quietly, his thumb rubbing across my bottom lip. I nodded and closed my eyes. I decided to not tell him I was hungry because I know he would get me food and I'm afraid I'm just going to puke it back up. I don't feel like being sick right now and I want it to stay that way for the rest of the night.

Luke shuffled us under the duvet and he turned on the TV. The soft hum slowly tuning out as I fell back asleep.

. . .

My eyes fluttered open to see the three boys walk through the door. They all did a small wave, trying to be as quiet as they could. I know they aren't super drunk, probably just a little buzzed. I laid back down but planted a small kiss on Luke's cheek.

. . .

I woke up, lights gleaming through the window, and myself sprawled across one side of the bed while Luke was on the other side curled up in a ball.

I sat up and swung my legs over the edge and I almost died right there. My stomach dropped and I felt like I was going to vomit just because of my lack of food. A few unnecessary tears found their way down my cheek and I gripped my stomach. I walked to the bathroom, trying to be quiet so I didn't wake anyone.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I did have life back in me. I didn't feel as crappy as before but I still don't feel great.

My stomach growled a fierce growl, making me double over, my arms over my stomach. It felt like I had just been punched really hard in the stomach. I didn't want to wake Luke because he was so tired but I need food, badly.

I looked at myself one last time through my glossy eyes before making up my mind. I walked over to Ashton who was sleeping on the couch. I weakly shook him, trying to wake him up. His eyes slowly opened, looking confused.

"Ash, I really need food," my voice cracked at the end. "It hurts really bad." His hazel eyes traveled from my eyes down to my arms wrapped around my stomach. He caught on and stood up, throwing on a random shirt and taking me down to the restaurant, quietly and quickly. He probably knew it was really bad because I was crying.

I didn't care that I was wearing Luke's shirt and pj shorts. What I didn't take into account was that I wasn't wearing bracelets. I linked my hands together and kept them in front of me, making sure nothing showed.

Ashton and I were in silence. If I were to speak I know I would cry, it hurts that bad. We made it downstairs and he sat me at a table while he got us food. I kept my hands under the table, looking around. Some people were down here and I feel like everyone's staring at me. I came down here with an older guy, both of our heads have mops on top of them, and I'm wearing a guys shirt. I can see how it looks bad.