"Get off of me!"
"But I'm warm and cozy."
"Luke Hemmings, I do not care. I'm hungry!"
"And I want to stay in bed where it's warm and cuddle my girlfriend."
I groaned and let my face fall into the pillow below me, cursing Aunt Brenda for making everyone sleep over at her house and forcing me and Luke to share a room; I don't mind, really, but after waking up to him literally on top of me to try and wake me up, I wanted to stab everyone in the neck. I was having an amazing dream about meeting Harry Styles and Niall Horan, and Luke ruined it by waking me up right before they were about to hug me. Also, with Luke laying on top of me it was kind of hard to breathe because he was a guy and a foot taller than me. Though, the main reason I wanted him to get up was because I smelled pancakes downstairs and I am more than hungry.
"You're crushing my insides," I choked out into the pillow.
Luke chuckled and put his face right next to mine asking, "What?"
Then, I lifted my head and layed my cheek on the pillow so I could see him. I glared slightly before repeating myself. "You're crushing my insides and it's not pleasant."
He let out a sigh, quickly rolling off of me and taking some of the blankets and sheets with him. "You're no fun in the mornings."
"I'm not a morning person, Luke."
"Neither am I," Luke replied.
I then sat up and got out of the bed, fixing the pajama pants and shirt Aunt Brenda let me borrow for the night. "Then why are you so happy at eight in the morning?" I asked, grabbing my clothes at the end of the bed and going towards the connected bathroom.
"Because I'm with you."
At first I started blushing when he said that but then I ran face first into the bathroom door thinking I had turned the knob when I clearly didn't. I mumbled a few curse words under my breath as I covered my face with one hand, taking a few steps away from the door and squeezing my eyes shut from the pain going through my nose and forehead.
"Holy shit, are you okay?" asked Luke, and quickly heard footsteps coming towards me.
I waved the hand that wasn't covering my face (but the one that held the clothes) towards a random direction and nodded. I was tearing up a bit and I'm pretty sure there was going to be a bruise somewhere on my face. "Dandy," I replied, "You know, just running into a door doesn't hurt one bit."
"So much sarcasm lately," Luke muttered. I opened one eye a bit to see him standing close to me, and to see him put his hands on my cheeks and make me face him. "Now, let me look at that."
"You're not a doctor," I told him as I moved my hand. I scrunched up my nose from the dying pain and sniffed, hopefully not seeming like I'm about to cry.
"Are you usually this stubborn?"
"I'm letting you look at the damage on my face, aren't I?"
Luke gave me a slightly annoyed look and sighed, "It's just red."
"Is there gonna be bruising?"
"You just said I'm not a doctor!"
I groaned and removed his hands from my face, "Usually you can tell if it is."
"How?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I shrugged. I then opened the bathroom door and walked inside – without running into anything – then closing and locking the door before I started getting dressed in yesterday's clothes. I didn't get them too dirty and I'm mainly with friends and family today so it doesn't really matter. After the zoo we left to go to Goldstar's Chili (a small fast food place that serves chili stuff) and went back to Chris' before we all left; that's when Aunt Brenda texted everyone to stop at her place because there would be a snow storm in about thirty minutes and she didn't want members of her family, Luke, and Nick to get in a wreck.
