Chances

Two

"What?" Mickey asks.

"You heard me. Can I go on tour with you?" I ask again.

"Uh...I don't know, Liv. Like, I'm all for it, but we need to ask our parents." Mickey says.

"So... It's a yes from you?" I ask, slowly leaning forward for the answer, we have stopped jogging,

"Yes." He says with a huge grin on his face.

"Okay, let's get home!" I squeak. I run as fast as I can all the way home. I can't wait to talk to mom and dad! Oh, wait, fuck. Totally forgot they're getting Mickey a present. His girlfriend, Louis, is away at a boarding school about three hours away. She doesn't have a car to drive all the way here and she thought taking a couple buses was too expensive. Both Mickey and her were extremely bummed, so mom and pa went to pick her up and should be here in about two hours.

I bust through the door and into my room. Once I walk into my bedroom, I see Luke rummaging through my shit.

"Luke!" I scream.

"Shit." He mutters.

"What are you doing?" I walk up to him and close my drawers. "You know what? Don't even answer that, just get out of my room!" I scream.

"Where am I going to sleep?" He asks. I stomp out of my room and into Calum's.

"Calie, can you sleep in my room? I don't trust Luke." I ask.

"Yeah, sure. Why don't you trust him?"

"I caught him going through my drawers, and I'd rather not have my guest, who is staying in my room, going through my stuff. Especially without my permission!" I am trying not to yell.

"God, dammit. Luke is changing, and I don't know why." He gets up and starts packing up his suitcase again.

"Well, I'm going to push it even further. He's being a cunt," Calum gasps, "and I can fight back."

"What do you mean?" He stops packing and looks at me.

"I'm asking my parents if I can go on tour with you!" I try not to be too loud.

"That's great! Everybody in the band sees you as a little sister, especially Mikey, obviously, but seriously. The second we leave, we miss you like crazy. It's like being home sick, but, like, Liv sick." Calum laughs.

I push his shoulder, "Stop, you're making me blush." I kid.

"But you're cute when you blush!" He chuckles.

"Come on, I'll show you to my room." I grabbed his hand and walked down the hall. Luke was still in there, lying on my bed. He was on the edge of my mattress, half of his legs were on my bed and his other half were on the ground. His phone was in his hands and he was typing something with his phone over his head.

"Get out." I direct.

"Why? Just because I went through your stuff? I was looking for space to put my clothes." He says. That's a lie. I know Luke, and he respected my privacy. Also, my closet door is open, and I emptied it out for whomever was staying in my room.

"I call bullshit, Luke." I say.

"Whatever, Liv." He says and continues typing.

"Luke, can I talk to you for two seconds?" I ask.

"Sure." He groaned.

"Give me a moment, Cal. I'll be right back. Settle in while we talk, okay?" I flash him a smile.

"No problem, babe. If you need me, holler." He chuckles and walks toward my closet with his suitcase.

"Luke, meet me in the loft." I say. I stomp out and sit on the couch in the loft, which was three steps away from my bedroom door.