Masterpieces {Book 2}

i was running back to you

Credit; HylianCoffee

can someone pls jus write a long, happy cake one shot, Cri.

Last year around this time there was like 15 new ones day, those were the days, man.

i AM SO HAPPY iTS DeceMBER OMFG

Enjoy :)

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"Calum, why aren't you dressed? The car's going to be here in five minutes." Luke's hands are held out from his body in confusion as he stands in the doorway of Calum's hotel room. He's wearing that stupid leather jacket that makes him look way more punk that he actually is and his pupils are already blown from the alcohol he consumed while pregaming.

"I'm not going." The guys had been talking about the AMAs after party for a while, and Calum had wanted to go. But, Cake partying train had been derailed when Luke's girlfriend came into the picture. Now, she's the first one Luke goes to when he wants to go out and Calum's just there to get the blonde to sleep when he returns. But, as much as he wants to believe that's his only reason, it's not. He kind of figured out a while ago that he loves Luke. But Luke's with her. And even if they break up and Luke loves him back, it would cause too much of an uproar in the industry. So, he's been avoiding being around them together.

Luke's eyebrows furrow and he does a quick shake of the head. "You're not going? Michael's going. How could you not be going?"

Calum shrugs, looking down his phone mindlessly. He doesn't want to have this conversation. Can't Luke just accept that he doesn't want to go and be done with it?

"C'mon, it'll only take you a minute to get ready. Just throw on some jeans and a buttonâ"

"I'm not going, Luke," he says sternly, looking the blonde in the eye. The blue orbs gaze down to Calum's shoulder unable to hold his intensity.

"Can you just tell me why?" Luke asks softly.

"Is she going to be there?"

"I don't know, we kind of had a fight."

"But you'll probably forgive her like always, and she'll be there." Luke stays silent, chewing nervously on his lip as he stares at the ground. "Just leave, Luke," he says, already telling himself that he'll turn his phone off so he won't have to deal with the blonde when he comes back fully smashed. He's not going to be there to take care of him again.

Luke turns around and closes Calum's door behind him without another word. Calum knows he was harsh, but sometimes that's the only way he can be with Luke. Otherwise, the boy will annoy him with cute pleading puppy dog eyes, and jumping on his bed while tugging on his arm until he can't help but say yes. But today, he wasn't having it.

Calum jumps at the banging on his door. A quick glance of the clock tells him it's 2am. "Calum, please." The brown haired boy doesn't waste a minute climbing out of bed and opening the door.

"Luke, are you okay?"

The blonde's hair is mighty disheveled and his jeans have a drink stain on the right leg. He's bent over slightly, with his hand gripping the doorframe to hold up his weight. "I'm just, I'm a little, I'm..."

"Okay, come in," he puts his arm around Luke's waist and guides him to the bed. He wonders how Luke hasn't learned by now to manage his alcohol intake. "I'll get you some water."

He scolds himself on his way to the fridge. He wasn't going to do this again, but this is the worst he's seen Luke in months. And realistically, nothing could really keep him from helping Luke. He grabs a water bottle out of the fridge and twists the cap off before handing it to Luke. The blonde takes quite a few gulps, but due to his clumsiness, some of it drips down his chin. Calum rolls his eyes, laughing, and grabs a tissue off the nightstand. He leans down to wipe off the boy's face.