hotline // luke hemmings

three.

Luke

Calum and Michael extended their hands to me. I shook them, giving them a weak smile.

Beside me, Skylar clapped her hands together. "Let's get wasted!"

I let her pull me to the kitchen. Coolers full of every alcohol you could think of sat on the hardwood floor.

She reached in, pulling out two drinks I'd never heard of. She handed one to me, but I handed it back.

"I'm not really a drinker," I admitted shyly. She just stuck her tongue out playfully. "More for me then," she giggled.

She then pulled Michael out to the dance floor, leaving Calum and I alone.

"She usually gets pretty drunk. Be careful with her," Calum warned. I nodded. "I don't drink. I'll make sure she gets home in one piece."

He nodded. We stood in silence until Skylar came over amd grabbed my hand, dragging me onto the crowded dance floor.

I could tell she was beyond drunk. Her eyes kept rolling to the back of her head and she could barely stand.

"I don't feel good Lukey," she complained, poking my cheek.

"Let's get you home then," I said, leading her back toward the kitchen. Michael and Calum gave me knowing looks as I picked her up and carried her out to the car.

Once she was safely in the passenger side, I started the drive to her house.

"Lukey," she blurted randomly.

"Yeah?"

"Don't let him hurt me," she cried.

"Who?"

"Him! Don't let him, please," she begged. I wanted to ask again, but I knew I wouldn't get anything more out of her in her drunken state.

"Okay, I won't."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

That was the last of that topic. She was quiet for the rest of the ride.

Once we arrived at her house, I went around to the other side of the car to help her out, only to find her asleep.

I picked her up, bringing her in the house as swiftly as possible.

We were almost to her bedroom when she woke up.

"Lukeyyy, I don't feel good," she groaned covering her mouth. Oh great, I thought.

I got her to the bathroom just in time for everything she drank that night to come up. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she laid on the tile floor.

"Aw, come on. Let's get you to bed," I said, helping her over to the sink. She brushed her teeth before allowing me to take off her makeup.

She didn't bother changing out of her dress, just climbing into bed instead.

I found the pain killers in her bathroom, and set a glass of water beside two tablets on her bedside table.

I covered her with a blanket before turning to leave.

"Wait," she said groggily.

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Sure," I said, kicking off my shoes and climbing in next to her. She wrapped her arms around my torso and laid her head on my chest.

Soon enough, I could hear her faint snores. I took that as my cue to leave.

I planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight," I whispered before walking downstairs.

Considering I didn't have a car, I grabbed a blanket and settled in on the couch. I closed my eyes, and let sleep to overtake me.