"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"This Is Our Reality"

The next morning I woke up with Calum's arms still around me, him fast asleep.
I looked out towards the bed Luke had slept in, and found his eyes open staring at me.
"You actually do that?" I asked in a whisper, not wanting to wake Calum.
"Do what?" He whispered back.
"Wake up early and stare at people until they wake up," I answered softly.
"Oh, yeah, all the time," Luke answered.
I rolled my eyes with a smile. "You're such a weirdo."
"I'm a creep, yeah I'm a weirdo..." He sang quietly.
"I was thinking the same thing," I confessed.
He gave me a floppy half smile, his lip ring more protrudent than ever.
"Do you do that often?" He asked.
"Only 60 times in every conversation," I said with a grin.
"Me too," Luke smiled. "It's a music thing. You must sing then."
"A little," I lied. I was always singing. "I'm okay, nothing special."
"Can I hear?" Luke asked politely.
"No!" I exclaimed, a bit more forcefully than I'd meant to. "I mean, uh, you're a professional, and I'm not even that good, so it'd be pretty embarrassing."
"No it won't be! please!" Luke begged.
I gave him my famous "I would stop if I were you" look and he quit asking.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and checked the time (8:30). I gently pried myself from Calum's arms and got out of bed.
"I'm getting in the shower now," I whispered to Luke.
He nodded and I grabbed my duffel bag and headed into the bathroom.
I grabbed my soap from my bag and then I got undressed and hopped in the shower.
I started to wash my hair and absentmindedly started singing. I sang a random assortment of songs, forgetting professional musicians were just outside the door.

Luke's P.O.V.
I heard a melodic voice floating towards me from the direction of the bathroom. I stood up and quickly walked over to the door. I pressed my ear against the door and listened to Paris sing. She totally sold herself short, she was amazing! I heard her start Just Saying and just couldn't resist joining in.

Paris's P.O.V.
I didn't realize how loud I was singing until I started on Just Saying, and I heard Luke do the background bits (me: got a big house, says he lives alone, but when I drove by I could see his mom was home, I got my own place- him: he totally lies to you- me: just saying). I immediately stopped singing, and I could hear Luke pounding on the door. "Why'd you stop our duet?" He called, pounding in the door.
"Because compared to you I sound like a dying whale!" I shouted back.
"No you don't!" Luke protested.
I ignored him.

After 10 minutes I was done in the shower, and I turned the water off and stepped out. I hissed at the cold air touching my skin (I like really really hot showers) and quickly wrapped a towel around my body and put my hair up in a towel snail-style. I dried off quickly and pulled on black ripped stretchy skinny jeans, my Urban Outfitters version of Luke's You Complete Mess shirt with a red and black checked flannel shirt over it, and a pink American Eagle sweatshirt because I was kind of cold. I brushed my teeth quickly and hurried out of the bathroom.
I found Michael (with newly pink hair) ready to go laying on Luke's bed. "Jeez, Paris," he said, smirking. "You can shower and get dressed faster than Luke can do his hair."
"Amen brother," laughed Calum.
"Hey!" Luke complained from in front of the closet.
"Perfection takes time, Mikey." I laughed. "Sorry, I have a weakness for quiffs or anything remotely close to one. They're all-" I made wild gestures with my hands. "-ASDFGHJKL."
Luke smirked. "Let me guess, you also love Niall Horan's hair?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed. "I can't help it! It just looks all gorgeous and soft and ugh!"
Michael laughed. "My hair's soft too!" He pretend pouted.
I walked over and sat down beside Michael's laying down figure. I ran my fingers through his hair. "Oh my God it is!" I said, wide eyed. I kept on playing with his hair as "I'm getting in the shower!" Luke declared.
"Okay," I said, distracted with playing with Michael's hair.
Michael looked up at me through his lashes and grinned. "Like my hair?"
"I have this thing where I'm obsessed with playing with people's hair," I admitted.
"Well it feels nice," Michael told me.
"I'm glad you approve," I giggled.
Calum laughed watching us from the other bed.