Every Fangirls' Dream || l.h.

Chapter Eleven: Chocolate, Chocolate. Yum, yum!

Warning to readers, this chapter involves a problem that every girl goes through. Ugh.

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Guess who woke up the next morning feeling like death? If you guessed me, Correct! If not, you're a special person.
Mother Nature decided to alert me of my lack of pregnancy. Yay.
So now I'm in the bathroom, feeling like my gut is being eaten inside out by maggots and bleeding non-stop. Fun.
"Zel, are you ok?" Ash asked, knocking on the door.
"Not really." I replied, pacing around the bathroom.
"Can I do anything?"
"Can you please grab me my Wal-Mart bag, a water bottle, and the bottle of Motrin." I asked, walking to the door.
I heard the sounds of footsteps trudging away, shuffling, and then footsteps coming closer. I opened the door and took the stuff from Ash.

"Thanks,"
...
Finally walking out of the bathroom, the only person awake was Ash. The rest of the guys were sound asleep. Everything was quiet other than the sounds of breathing and the occasional snore.
"Hi," I stammered.
"Morning," he replied.
"I'm guessing you got the couch?" I said, gesturing to the couch he was laying on.
"Yup. It was actually pretty comfy." He replied.
"Glad to hear, especially since I'm the main reason why you're sleeping there," I said.
"It's fine. Like I said, comfy."
...
"I'll be back," Luke said to me while kissing my forehead.
"Ok," I replied. "I'll just probably sleep and read,"
"There's food in the fridge if you get hungry or-"
"Luke, go!" I ordered.
He kissed me passionately and finally left.
It was just Calum and I. Ash and Michael already left.
"Where's he going?" Calum asked, his eyes not leaving his phone screen.
"I have no idea,"
Then it got really quiet. I hated it. But luckily it was interrupted by Calum asking, "So how's life?"
"Well, no one knows that I'm dating my boyfriend, I don't even know if Luke loves me, and I'm on my period, so... great." I said sarcastically.
"Wait, he hasn't told you that he loves you?"
I nodded.
"Well trust me, he does. You're all he talks about. It's kinda annoying."
"Well then,"
"Sorry. But I suggest that you say it to him first. Maybe that'll jolt him to say it back."
"Since when have you been a relationship expert?"
"Since forever."
Rolling my eyes I said, "Well, you solved one of my problems, what about the other two?"
"If you want the world to know that you guys are dating, consider the consequences, prepare for the hate, and just do it."
"Nike,"
Calum looked at me weird.
"Every time someone says 'Just do it,' I always say 'Nike.' It's only right."
He rolled his eyes.
"But anyways, what about my other problem?"
"Yeah, I can't help you with that one."
"Yes you can. Can you go get me my Wal-Mart bag. It's over there." I said, flailing my arm in the direction the bag was.
Sighing, he got up and gave me the bag. Going through it, I found the chocolate bar. I tore it open and took a bite.
Calum looked at me weird but I responded, "There is a scientific reason why I'm eating thing chocolate. I have to raise my blood pressure because of my lack of blood." But he still looked at me weird. "You wouldn't understand," I said. "You're a boy."
...
"Luke, can we talk? I said, looking at the guys in a way that said, Get out!
They got the message and left.
"What's up?" He asked uneasily.
"Are you satisfied with our relationship?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"What kind of question is that? Of course." He said, walking towards me like he was going to hug me but I pulled back. I didn't want to be touched until I was done.
"Are you ashamed of me?
"What? Why would you ask me that?"
"Why haven't you told anyone that we're dating?"
"Number one, you agreed to keeping our relationship secret. Number two, I didn't want you to be overwhelmed by the paparazzi."
"I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."
"Fine, then I'll post something on Twitter. Happy?"
"Why didn't you think of that sooner?"
"I thought you were fine with this being a secret."
"Well obviously not,"
"I'm sorry I can't read your mind."
"Luke, I'm not asking you to do that. I just want you to talk to me. When you saw that magazine, you didn't even say anything."
"You crawled straight into bed when I saw."
"I pretty much live with you! You could have brought it up anytime.
"Well-"
Luke was interrupted by Michael opening the door and asking, "Can we come back in?"
"Go away Michael!" Luke and I both yelled.
"Geez. I'm going, I'm going."
Luke looked back at me and continued his argument, "Well, I'm sorry ok!"
"Sorry? That's all you have to say? Sorry doesn't help."
Luke sighed and brought his hand up. I immediately flinched, and covered my face. Luke stood there in shock and brought his hand down. "You... You thought that I was going to hit you?"
"Well yelling at someone makes people do crazy things." I replied, still standing my ground.
"I... I would never do anything to hurt you. I was just going to run my hand through my hair. I... I would never ever do anything to hurt to you. I promise." He said, his voice cracking. "Please, don't be scared of me."
"I'm not scared of you. But anger can make people do crazy things and I didn't want to be inflicted." I said, slightly shuddering from previous encounters.
"Please, I would never hurt you, even if it was by accident. I'm sorry." He said, trying to hug me but I kept pushing away.
"You know what, this conversation is stupid." I muttered, coming out meaner than I expected. I walked over to the door and let the guys in. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I sat on the edge of the tub and thought to myself. Why am I so upset about something stupid like this? He obviously does like me. If he didn't, he wouldn't have asked me to go on tour with him. And he obviously cares about me since he's always taking me on dates (in secret so the paparazzi doesn't find us). I mean we've had over 7 dates, every time more romantic and heartfelt. Why do I even care?
...
Luke and I were in the "kitchen," cutting a chocolate cake into 5 "even" pieces (as you can tell, we've made up). Luke stuck his finger in the frosting and is attempting to get it on my face. I squealed and protected myself with a plastic, chocolate covered knife. He suddenly wrapped his arms around me from behind. He squeezed me with one arm and with the other he tried to get chocolate on me. As much as I flailed around, trying to free myself, I was unsuccessful. Next thing I knew, my nose was smeared with chocolate. I removed some of it with my finger and ate it. Why waste perfectly good chocolate?
Luke turned me around and licked my nose.
"Ew," I squealed.
"Whatever," he replied, cupping my face and kissing me even though he was still laughing. We stopped and started laughing like crazy since both of our faces were covered in chocolate. Luke licked some off of his fingertips as I said, "Oh Luke. I love you."
He stopped licking and looked at me in shock. The guys were also looking at both of us. I felt like the whole world was starting at us in silence. Luke had said anything.
"Luke?" I questioned, trying to shake him from his daze. All he said was, "What?"
Now I was pissed.
"I see how it is." I scoffed, grabbing my pursing and storming out of the hotel room.
I practically ran to the elevator, but over course it was lagging. And even still Luke didn't come out. I used this time to clean my chocolate face.
Wiping my cheeks, in felt like this were moist and then I realized that I was crying.
The doors finally opened and I walked inside, glad that I was in there alone.