Friction || Luke Hemmings

Alli- 20

"But I love you."

"W-what?" I was staring at him, my jaw on the floor. He didn't actually just say that... did he? There's no possible way I heard him correctly. "Luke?" He hummed quietly, soft snores soon leaving his lips as he curled himself into a tighter ball on top of my bed.

I debated for a moment, whether or not I should let him sleep or wake him up. But my mind seemed to decide before letting me argue against it, my feet carrying me towards my bed. This was my only chance to even try to get the truth out of him, he was drunk. Completely wasted, actually.

"Luke." I shook his shoulder gently, receiving a groan in response. "Luke."

"Hmm?" He mumbled, rolling over and right off the bed. He landed with a groaned 'umph', a giggle escaping my lips before I knelt down to help him.

"You good?" He picked up his head, a frown on his face as he looked over to me. It took a moment for realization to pass behind his eyes, a smile replacing his deep frown.

"Baby, come lay with me." He slurred, his arm grabbing hold of my wrist before trying to pull me down with him.

"Luke," I giggled again, resisting his stone pull. "You're on the floor."

He stopped pulling on my arm, glancing around him to see he was, indeed, lying flat on the floor. "Huh, look at that." He sighed, surprising me by pulling on my arm again, this time successfully pulling me down with him. I landed halfway on top of him, my chest pushing into his back. I was suddenly very aware I didn't have on a bra... or pants for that matter.

"Luke, you can't be comfortable."

"Oh, but I am. Very comfortable."

"Luke, my bed is right there."

"Oh, so you want to take this to bed?" He picked his head up off the floor, turning to look at me, his face suddenly extremely close to mine.

"Luke, just get up." I groaned, a blush rising on my cheeks as I pushed myself off the floor.

He sighed heavily before struggling to get up, his body even more uncoordinated with the alcohol running through his system. After a couple failed attempts, he pushed himself up only to fall back to the bed, his feet hanging off the end of the bed.

He whined loudly, kicking his legs, asking for help. I laughed as I walked over, picking his legs up off the floor and flopping them down on the bed. He rolled over to his back, resting his hands underneath his head as he lazily smiled at me. I ignored his burning gaze, pulling off his shoes.

"Thanks bebe." He mumbled, his eyes drooping closed. I couldn't deny the way my heart fluttered at the word, but I immediately scolded myself. He doesn't mean it. "Come lay with daddy."

"D-daddy?"

He opened his eyes to glance at me for a moment before letting them close again. "Yeah, that's more Ashton's thing. I ain't no daddy." He chuckled to himself, peaking one eye open to look at me once again.

"Luke, it is Tuesday night, you haven't been to school the past two days, and we have school tomorrow. Why are you drunk?" He ignored me completely, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers at me, motioning for me to join him. I wanted to... but Harry.

"Come lay with meeee." He pleaded, fingers still wiggling my way.

"Why are you drunk? And where's savannah?" I asked, suddenly nervous he would say he lost her.

"Sav is with uncle Ashton and Sara. I wanted some alone time with mummy."

I rolled my eyes, giving in to his gesture and crawling up my bed. I laid on my back next to him, my gaze set on the ceiling, even though I could feel him looking at me. I could see him yawn from the corner of my eye, his left arm shooting up before he rolled to his side, letting his arm flop down over my stomach.