Second Chance || Luke Hemmings

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~Luke's POV~

"Do I have to go home," Al groaned, slumping further into the leather couches.

"You told your brother you'd be home in the morning," I walked closer to her, tempted to sit on the couch. If I did though, I would never get her up, and I probably wouldn't get up either.

"No, he's a dick," she mumbles, looking out the window at the cloudy sky.

"Cmon, Al," I whine, tugging lightly on her arms to move her.

She looks up at me with those beautiful brown eyes of hers, and couldn't help but crack a small smile. God I love her smile. It's one of the most comforting and reassuring things to me. Hell, her entire presence is so comforting to me. It feels like home when I'm with her.

"I'll buy you McDonald's breakfast," I bribe her, knowing that she wouldn't resist. Food always does the trick.

"Really?" She looks up at me excited.

"My treat," I smile, and she purses her lips together, as if unsure if it's worth it or not, but it's 8am and I'm offering to buy her breakfast, aka a shitload of hashbrowns and coffee, she won't resist.

After a few seconds of debating, she sighs and agrees. I pull her up to her feet and we walk out of the house and to her car.

Man, I really need to get a car or something, I feel bad that she's always the one driving Calum and I everywhere.

Just before 9am, we pulled up into her driveway, and she was pissed (not actually of corse) at me because I ate like 3 hashbrowns and she wasn't able to have any yet... And I may have rubbed it in her face, a little. But she slammed the brakes on me so we're kind of even.

"Im cutting you off," she says to me, holding up the bag with our (her) food in it.

"Cmon," I laugh, shaking my head. Never mess with Al and her hashbrowns, ever.

We walk inside and the house was quiet and empty, like everyone was still asleep.

"I feel like this is some horror movie where we walk in, thinking everything is all fine dandy, but then an ax murder pops out of the kitchen," I hear Al whisper as we quietly walk in.

"Please, that stuff only happens at night," I laugh and she lightly hits my arm.

"You're supposed to reassure me, not tell me that there is a possibility of an ax murder," she gasps and I just laugh, causing her to shush me because it was a little loud.

"Sorry," I mumble and I follow her into the kitchen, but she suddenly comes to a halt, making me bump into her.

I felt scared for her when I saw Ashton sitting at the island drinking coffee, I assume, from a mug.

"I told you there could be an ax murder in the kitchen," she mumbles to me and it took so much will to not laugh at that. I mean, this isn't a laughing matter.

Ashton shoots her a glare because of the comment, but speaks anyways, "care to explain?"

I stepped up beside Al and spoke before she could even fumble the words, "it wasn't her fault okay? It was mine. I'm the one who suggested another movie and we fell asleep."

"I wasn't talking to you," he snapped at me. Al put her hand around my arm, calming from getting angry at him.

"Geez, who put a stick up your ass," she said and I wish she hadn't said that because I swear you could see his face turn red.