The Bad Boy

Ch 1- They're Probably an Old Couple

[So before I begin, there probably isnt going to be a lot of chapters. Because the first couple chapters are long as hell. So yeah, enjoy]

*Luke's POV*

"Luke Hemmings! Wake up! It's one in the afternoon!" His mother voice rang up the stairs. Luke groaned and covered his head with his pillow. He did not want to get up. There were two more weeks of summer still. "Do you need me to come up there Luke?" His mother yelled again.

"Fine! I'm getting up!" Luke yelled back, his voice low and rough from the previous night's events. Him and his friends had gone out clubbing to the best club and bar in town. First Michael had disappeared with red-head in hand, then Calum with a Brunette, Ashton with a random blondy, and finally Luke, who had a quickie in the bathroom with a girl he couldn't even remember. Luke was surprised that he was able to get home, much less climb through his window and get into bed without waking up the entire house.

He swung his legs over the bed, standing up quickly, but regretting the decision quickly. A wave of nausea and dizziness washed over him. His body leaned against the wall for support as he stumbled into his bathroom, bending over the toilet and vomiting up a mixture of vodka and hot wings. It felt like an eternity before it stopped. Luke stood up shakily and looked at himself in the mirror. His usual neat, quiffed hair was flat against his head. A bit of drool was dripping down his chin. Luke quickly rubbed the back of his hand over it, a disgusted look on his face. His bare chest was covered in red lines all the way down to his v-line, which was cut off by his sweatpants. This was going to take a while.

After a good hour of cleaning himself up, Luke was in his normal attire and ready for the long, boring day ahead. He chewed on his lip ring as he pulled his black, leather jacket on over his All Time Low t-shirt. His skinny jeans were ripped at the knee's, like the rest. The stairs creaked as his feet pounded on them, the smell of cookies entering his senses as he slid into the kitchen. 

Luke's mother was washing some dishes, cake batter, flour and other ingredients were spread across the island in their kitchen. "Why the hell are you making cookies?" He scowled, his hands running through his quiff. His mother rolled her eyes and turned to face him.

"Because we have some new neighbors and I'm planning to invite them over." She said flatly, shuffling around to start cleaning up the mess she made.

Luke blinked, his jaw clenched, before answering. "When did we get new neighbors?"

"They just started moving in this morning. You can see their truck if you look out the living room window." His mother answered, as she started organizing the spices and herbs... again.

Luke sighed and leaned over his mother to get some medicine for the pounding in his head. He grabbed a diet coke and flopped down on the couch, leaning his head back and popping the pill in his mouth, before downing it with some soda. Luke laid their for a moment, his head leaning on the arm rest, his legs slightly dangling off the side of the couch. His chest rose and fell, trying to ignore the hangover he was feeling.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed loudly in his back pocket, making him groan and pulling it out. The screen flashed Michaels name. He was obviously calling to talk about last night. Luke pressed the green button and pressed the phone the his ear.

"What's up man?" He asked first.

Michael laughed, "Dude, last night was awesome! I can't believe how lucky we all got last night!" Luke chuckled at his friends response. Hazy memories from last night running through his mind. "Hey, I'm still coming to your house right?" Michael questioned, pulling Luke out of his daydream.