Cyber ~ 5sos

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Ashton's POV

'I'm sure seven minutes is over now' She says, toying with the screen of her phone.

'Oh shit yeah' I reply, getting to my feet.

I fumble for the door knob in the dark, feeling the surface of the walls, why is it so freaking dark? The only light provided was from the small slit at the bottom of the door, occasionally sections being blocked by legs on the other side of the door.

'Its so bloody dark' I mumble, still fiddling with the wall, skimming my hands up and down.

'My songs know what you did in the dark' She whispers, holding back a laugh.

I spin around and sigh loudly. 'Do you really want to reference to a song every fucking time I speak'

She stands up, sliding up the wall. 'I can do whatever the fuck I want' She cocks her head to the side smirking.

Jesus Christ this girl.

I lean back against the door, a large lump digging into the bottom of my back. I push my hands behind my back. The door knob, thank god.

I quickly turn around and twist my hand, only for the door knob not to spin as well.

I repeat my previous action but the door knob doesn't budge.

'Fuck' I shout, kicking the base of the door, the blaring music outside silencing my shout of despair.

Molly walks forward, standing beside me. 'It's fucking locked' I sigh.

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Isabella's POV

The sharp pain hit my head as soon as I gained consciousness, but it felt more like a throb. Jesus Christ, I drank too much last night.

I peek one eye open painfully and see the rest of my room, light flaring in from the sky light windows, thank god I made it back up to my bed.

One thing I didn't think about was having a white room means any small light in here is then intensified by the darn lightness of the room, making a bright day like today impossible to see in.

What makes my head throb even more is the fact it feels like my head keeps moving up and down, slowly rising and then slowly falling. It just makes the headache 10 x worse.

Wait no, my head really is moving. The pillow i'm cuddling around isn't smooth and mouldable, its more hard and warm, it almost feels like an actual-

Oh fuck.

I snap my head up, fuck my headache, how did I forget, and see a naked torso, of which my head was resting on with my arm draped around the mysterious body. As much as I'm so comfy right now, I can't just lay here cuddling with some random person.

Fuck I need to do something.

I slowly peel myself away from the torso, crawling up my double mattress – quitle literally chucked on the floor. Oh for gods sake, the dress is so darn sticky, why am I still wearing it?

Thankfully it actually gives me some comfort knowing that if my dress is still on, I must have not done anything, therefore no need to feel guilty, woo hoo.

I crawl up commando style on my elbow careful not to disturb the other person. When I reach the pillow, I sigh for a second and catch my breath.

I look over carefully, meeting the same black lip piercing which does some weird shit to me.

Wait, what am I on about, no no, stop.

Luke.

It's only Luke.