Footage // Mr. Hemmings

1.7

I sat up clutching my head. "Ow" I whined continuously. "Sh" I heard a grumble beside me. I seen Luke with his head between two pillows. I rolled my eyes before lying back down and closing my eyes. If this is a hangover. I'm never drinking again. I'm becoming a nun to clarify that. Actually, I got a D in Religion, never mind.

I was rolling around trying to get this headache to go away. I stopped and huffed before throwing my arms to the side dealing with my throbbing head. "Why can't you just be quiet?" Luke groaned and then whined before he thrashed around the bed hitting the pillows and duvet.

"Why am I in here anyway?" I asked him when he stopped whining like a baby. Not that I was doing that minutes before... "Uh, I don't know" he sat up scratching the back of his neck. "Michael took the sofa" he told me. Calum has two sofa's in that room, and another two in his basement. "Calum has three bedrooms" I said and his cheeks tainted. He leaned back slightly, resting his hands behind him for support.

"Yeah, Ashton stayed in one, Calum was in his own room, and then this one" he said patting the bed. "Right" I mumbled. Never mind then, he had no choice. "Okay, well, I'm going to get some breakfast" I yawned and stood up, Luke's eyes traveled down to my legs as I stretched my arms. I looked down too and realised I was in his shirt. I put my arms down and swayed awkwardly.

I decided to go down for food. I began to walk towards the door before he spoke.

"Wait. Uh." he said looking confused slightly. I looked at him and when he looked back at me he looked beet red. "I'm coming too" he said before jumping up and walking over to me. "I'm going to need my shirt" he mumbled slightly as he towered over me.

"Right" I replied and still stood there. I wasn't just going to strip in front of my maths teacher. He'd probably have me arrested. I turned around and unbuttoned the shirt before I felt hands on my shoulders. His hands followed the shirt, that was now sliding down my arms. I felt his breath on the back of my neck as I nearly melted under his touch.

When it fell to my hands, it got swept off of me as shivers ran down my back. "Now, I don't think you can go downstairs like that" he muttered into my ear his voice raspy from how low it was, and the fact he just woke up. Not screaming or anything.

"I- I know. Duh" I said as was shaken from his affect. I side stepped away from him before turning around and finding my clothes. I pulled my top over my head and a hand was in front of me holding my skirt out. I looked into his eyes before taking the skirt and looking down. I took the skirt before shoving my legs into it.

I coughed before letting my eyes glance up to his face but regret it immediately as he is already looking at me. I look down before walking past him and unintentionally rushing, towards the door to get away from the weirdness. I open it and wonder why is it awkward?

Oh, I know! I'm in the same bedroom as my teacher while in the same house as 4 twenty something year old males. No reason to feel weird. I go downstairs to see a shirtless Ashton sitting at the counter, scrolling on his phone with a bowl of cereal in front of him. I stand there unsure of what to do.

I see my shoes, coat and bag on the floor and decided to walk over to them. Ashton's head jerks up as he notices me.

"Oh, hey. I wasn't expecting anyone to be up this early" he said crunching on his cereal looking embarrassed. "Heh, it's fine. I... was just leaving" I say deciding I wanted to go, kind of. I shoved my shoes on my feet and put my jacket on before turning around and smiling slightly at him. He looked disappointed before smiling. "It was great fun hanging out with you" he said before putting his phone down and standing up.

He walked over to me before embracing me in a hug, my face pressed against his bicep. Oh my God he smells so good. "I enjoyed it too, thanks for inviting me" I said trying not to pull away but also trying not to speak against his bare arm. Oh. Oooh. Hm his body is so warm and smooth. It took everything in me not to feel the rest of his back.