The Lost Boy l.h.

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"You can sleep in my room, okay Wendy?" Luke says shyly, opening the door to his room.

The other boys claim they've gone to bed but I can faintly see them spying on the two us behind the counter.

So much for privacy.

I thank him quietly and he moves aside awkwardly for me to enter. Before I can say anything else, he closes the door in my face without another word. Not even a "goodnight" was said in the process. I shouldn't complain.. after all... that punk has a stupid crush on me. I still can't believe it.

Picking up my bearings, I look around Luke's room. Nothing too special. There's a bed in the corner and a pile of dirty clothes next to it. Typical boy habit. There are a few posters hung on the walls and a picture frame catches my eye.

Walking closer, I see that the photo contains a young, pretty woman with a handsome lad next to her, a baby girl in her arms, and two kids sitting in between them.

One of them looks exactly like Luke. Except that this little boy's smiling widely and his hair's swept to the side instead of upward.

No doubt this was his family. I can tell that's his mother because of their similar pretty blue eyes. Seeing Luke's younger siblings breaks my heart, knowing they're not around anymore.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper to the photo, feeling my eyes water.

Why do I care so much about this? Luke's a jerk. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I sigh in disbelief that I'm really here, and carefully lie down at the edge of Luke's bed. It smells just like him..

"Focus Wendy," I pep talk to myself," you're only here because you want to find Peter. That's it. After this.. well.. I don't know. God, I'm an idiot."

It's true. My only desire from this adventure is to find Peter. Falling for a jerk like Luke, isn't in my agenda that's for damn sure.

But his blue eyes..

"They're dreamy so what?" I whisper angrily to myself.

But his perfect blonde hair..

"Peter's hair is way more attractive!" I continue.

But damn.. that lip ring...

"PIERCINGS ARE FUCKING STUPID!" I practically yell.

Calum rushes into the room after he hears my accidental yelling. I quickly shut my eyes and pretend to sleep. I hear the doorknob open with a creak and I can tell he calms down when he sighs with relief.

"Must be a nightmare.." he notes to himself," about.. piercings?"

I try to contain my laughter until he leaves the room with a low confused chuckle. When the door shuts, I face palm myself and bury it into a pillow.

"What am I even doing here?" I groan into the pillow before falling asleep.

...
|luke's point of view|

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I ask Mikey as he settles on the couch in the main room. Calum and Ash stick around in the back to watch us argue.

He lies comfortably and turns on the TV to play xbox.

"I'm going to camp out in the main room tonight, what's it look like to you smart ass?" he banters back, testing my patience.

"Where am I supposed to sleep? Wendy's sleeping in my room since you three didn't want to offer your room." I grunt angrily, while Calum and Ash snicker.

"We did that on purpose. God, you really are an idiot." Calum laughs, walking towards his room.

Wait.. what does he mean on purpose?

I look at them with confusion," What do you mean on purpose? What does this mean for me?"

Ashton giggles like some teenage girl and pokes me uncontrollably, "This means, you get to sleep next to Wendy; a.k.a the girl you're secretly in love with!"

I grit my teeth and look at the boys with rage. Calum and Ashton rush into their rooms before I can do anything, leaving me with Michael.

You're a dead man, Clifford.

"There's no way I'm sleeping with Wendy." I mutter, catching Michael's attention from a game of fifa.

Michael raises his eyebrows at me,"Fine, you can sleep with me. Gotta warn you though... I fart a lot when I sleep and I'm a fan of cuddling."

A vision of Michael throwing his arms around me while he farts loudly makes me shudder at the thought.

"Fine," I grimace," I'll go sleep with Wendy."

Michael laughs," Use protection."

"Not like that, you dumb ass!" I swear, punching him in the arm.

He rolls his eyes and focuses back on the TV screen. I scratch my head in annoyance and grab myself a drink before heading to my room. Before opening the door, Michael mumbles something.

"You should be thanking us, Hemmings. She already thinks you hate her. Redeem yourself, fool." Michael says.

Did he just call me fool? Wait no, that doesn't matter. Wendy thinks I hate her?

This sucks.. I'm kind of in love with her..

I panic before entering the room and thank Michael for doing this. He stifles a laugh and shrugs it off.

Taking a deep breath, I head into the room casually and lie next to Wendy who's fast asleep.

"God, you're even gorgeous when you sleep." I whisper intently.

"What?" she asks, her eyes suddenly opening.

I fall out of bed from surprise and Wendy giggles loudly. My cheeks blush a deep red and I raise my head from beneath the bed.

"Nothing.." I mumble under my breath.

She looks at me humorously and nods, "Sure, Hemmings. Whatever

Well.. This is going to be a hell of a long night.