Constellations | A.I.

13 - wishing

I dedicate each chapter to one specific writer who either inspires my writing and/or has written incredible books. This goes to overandovers because of her incredible writing style and ability to make all of her stories have a beautiful emotional connection.

-Emilie-

"Wake up," A voice shouted in my face, and I opened my eyes, scowling at the person. Calum looked down at me, poking my cheek with a smile on his face, "Goodness, you guys are hard to wake up."

I didn't reply, but looked over at Ashton who was stirring awake. I smiled at the sight of him pushing the blanket down and stretching his long arms up into the air before meeting my gaze and returning the grin.

"Morning," He mumbled, his smile lazily resting on his lips. Calum cleared his throat from in front of me, rolling his eyes at us.

"Fucking annoying already," Calum grumbled, shaking his head and started to stand up from the bed, "but if you two are done being all cute for two seconds, I made pancakes. And I'm quite proud of them."

And with that, he left the room. I let out a small, short laugh at that, and turned to look at Ashton again, who let out a long sigh before standing up himself. I watched as he made his way around the bed, holding out his hand to help me up and smiling cheekily.

"Wow, thank you so much," I sarcastically said, but took his hand anyway to get up, slinging it down jokingly after doing so. We both walked down the stairs, and I pretended not to care as Ashton slipped his hand in mine again when we got to the bottom of the stairs. Calum, of course, missed nothing, so his knowing smirk made me roll my eyes and fight off a blush as we made our way over to the kitchen table to eat.

Halfway through eating and casual small talk with Calum, Michael came stumbling down the stairs, shirtless, eyes half shut, sleep practically engraved in his face. It was understandable that he was so tired considering him and the other guys and Lilly had stayed up several hours after Ashton and I had gone to bed. But what I didn't expect was Lilly to come trudging down the stairs right behind him, clad in only a big Green Day shirt that fell down to the middle of her thighs.

"Whoa," Calum spoke, pretty much voicing all of our thoughts. It didn't really hit me until I noticed Lilly jokingly bump into Michael and smiling up at him, a blush forming on his pale cheeks as he bit his lip and looked away.

"Are you all just going to stare?" Lilly asked, giving us each a hard look one by one. I stifled a laugh, trying to act like I didn't notice the way Michael looked at her in admiration as she walked over to the table and sat beside me and pointed to my half-eaten plate of pancakes, "You gonna eat that?"

I shook my head, looking around to see if anyone else was figuring out the same thing I was. Michael sat beside Calum, still avoiding everyone's gaze.

"What're those?" Calum blurted, making me let out a laugh at his bluntness. I wasn't going to point out the scratches on Michael or the small marks on Lilly's thighs, or the fact that Lilly was wearing Michael's shirt, but Calum apparently didn't mind.

"Scratches?" Lilly raised her eyebrows, as if daring Calum to keep going. His eyes widened as he presumably finally realized that Lilly and Michael had slept together, and went back to eating in silence. All the while, Ashton stared blankly at the scene playing out in front of him. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but didn't push it.

Lilly had finished my pancakes for me, and her and Michael kept stealing obvious glances at each other. After several teasing comments from all of us aside from Ashton, Lilly seemed to be getting aggravated and Michael looked like he wanted to strangle everyone despite him not saying a word. Just as Lilly started to speak up again, we heard a crash upstairs and, of course, everyone turned to look.