tomboy ▪ hemmings

11.

so, i decided to try using POV's. hope it goes well. 

 LUKE'S POV

"get up mate, it's lunch time and I gotta head out," Calum said, bothering my dream about some penguin fighting another penguin and things were getting heated. he just had to interrupt it.

"yeah, I don't want anything," my voice muffled by the sheets that I was sprawled against. I jolted awake when the sudden light hit my bare torso making it heat up suddenly. damn, I was hot. (yep tru)

"mate, that means get out. stop sleeping here, Liz has a mansion awaiting for you." Calum chuckled at me, and I sat up against the headboard of the bed.

"ugh, the house has visitors and I'm not sure if I wanna stay anymore. I'm old enough, why should Liz even care?" I groaned, still drowsy in my sleepy thoughts.

"because she's your mother, dickhead. and I find Andy and Adam really cool, what crawled up your ass?" Calum smirked, pulling at my strings purposely. he sure knows why I despise them.

not really them, just the sister that I find awfully frustrating. I just can't stand it.

"shut the fvck up cal," I groaned, letting my bare feet touch the cold floor. I found myself lying down on the bed again, my feet hanging by the side.

"get up! we've had enough with this! just go home Luke, are you that blind?"

I jolted up, frowning with how serious Calum's voice changed and when I looked at him - I was right.

he was serious.

"can't you see it Luke? Liz took Adam and Andy in because she feels lonely. you going on tour doesn't really help things and you keep pushing her away whenever we're having time off! I know the lads and I keep you sane but for now we need you to stop depending on us and appreciate your bloody mother!"

Calum's ears were burning red, and his serious tone just made me pissed. as bad as I wanted to hit him in the jaw, I stormed out of the room, trying to manage and slip my shirt and jeans on in the progress. I was pissed, but I knew better than to hit him there and then.

I stormed out of the apartment that I had grown accustomed to and raced for my car that was parked in the streets.

as soon as I got in, I couldn't help but hit the steering wheel as hard as I could. I was enraged, and that was an easy way to put it. I just felt slightly betrayed by Calum, who does he think he is?

how dare he say that to me! how dare he say that was what the lads said! it couldn't be true, it just couldn't.

I gulp. right?

I groaned, as I found myself understanding what was currently happening. Ashton couldn't have me with him since he and Bryana were busy with each other and their families and Mikey kept denying my battles against him in FIFA.

and now Calum was throwing me out too. I had fuckin nobody. I had nowhere to go.

well, except for home. that was the only option I had, honestly.

but that was the place that I keep neglecting, that I keep finding excuses to not go. mom was just such a pest, asking me how's this and how's that. I don't need another fuckin interviewer in my own house. and her constant nagging about how I don't eat enough and how I never do the laundry just makes me so frustrated. I'm grown up and she expects me to act like a teenager.

but as I watched people walk by the sidewalk, I tend to forget that what Calum said made perfect sense. mom's doing this on purpose, isn't she? finding two kids by the road and taking them in as her own?