Royalty // Luke Hemmings [English Translation]

0.7

"Oh my God! What happened to the prince?" Ashton desperately exclaims while watching me and Calum dragging Lucas's body into the room.

"Shut up and help us carry him to bed." I mumble. I'm slightly more clear-headed now.

Ashton rushes toward us, ready to take my place and hold the prince. "Can I let go?" I ask him.
"You sure you got him?"

He nods. As soon as I loosen my grip on Luke, Irwin misses to take him and the prince's head hits hard against the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Oh God, I've killed the prince!"

Once again I have to smack him to prevent him from panicking, I already can see it in his eyes. "Sorry bro, you know slaps always help you control your panic attacks."

"You're right, sis, slaps always calm me down." he says, visibly calmer now.

Calum draws our attention to him. "Hello! Can you weirdos please sort your shit out later and help me? I feel like I'm stealing a dead body or something."

I walk into the room, letting Ashton take my place and carry Luke to his bed, helped by my friend. Calum is the first one to enter, but Ashton accidentally bumps the door causing Luke's blonde head to hit the jamb. "Jesus Christ!"

"Fletcher, stop it!" I scold him.

I open the bedroom door to give them free access. As they gently drop Lucas onto the bed, he's already regaining consciousness. He slowly glances around, looking as confused as a pug that has been called a beagle for years would be.

Since I know Ashton is going to drive him insane with his questions, I stop him before he has a chance to ask anything. "Let him have some rest now." I whisper.

Calum caresses my arm. "I better go, before Louis claims his right on the toilet and starts throwing up like there's no tomorrow."

A smile a little. "Thanks, Cal." He shrugs and leans forward to kiss me on the cheek and I do the same. We end up kissing on the lips under Luke's smurfy eyes.

I step back right away, my face as red as his. "S-sorry, I was going to kiss you on the cheek..."

"Yeah, same, sorry... 'Night guys." he rushes out of the room, leaving me standing there, embarassed as hell even though I don't really know why I am. I mean, my mouth and Calum's got to know each other quite a while ago, well not just our mouths. Yet this kiss was awkward.

"Are you two together?" a whisper startles me.

I turn to His Royal Highness the Giraffe and meet his gaze, he's curious and much more clear-headed now than he was half an hour ago. I sit cross-legged on the floor in front of him. My head is pounding and I sigh. "No, we're not together..."

"But...?"

"But we slept together at a party a while ago." I tell him, not sure why.

Luke goggles. "Mary... Miss - he corrects himself - I knew your habits are quite peculiar, but I didn't think they involved you spending the night with random people."

I roll my eyes. "He's not some random guy, he's Calum Hood. I had a crush on him. He was drunk, I pretended to be drunk as well. End of story."

Silence.

"Oh crikey! It's even worse than I thought."

I ignore that "crikey", I'm getting more and more used to his ways of saying. "You better go to sleep, Luke."

"No, tell me more. Do you still fancy that boy?" He whispers. What I don't particularly fancy right now is that greenish tone on his face.

I shake my head no, then yes, then no once again. "No, I mean, I think I don't, maybe a little... But that night meant nothing so it wouldn't make any sense."