THE first thing Noelle noticed when she woke up was the warm body next to her. Her hand was pressed on Luke's chest and her face was in the crook of his neck, his arm draped on her shoulder.
She restrained herself from screaming because she didn't want to wake him up.
He was sleeping, his mouth parted and his brows furrowed and oh, God, he looked like an angel.
And then, Noelle found herself saying a word she rarely (and barely) used. "Fuck," she swore, her headache washing over her.
Luke moved a little bit, but went back to sleeping right after.
Noelle moved his hand off of her slowly, untangling herself from him. She then realised she was in her underwear.
Getting off the bed, she picked up her clothes from the floor. She was pretty sure they hadn't had sex because she remembered falling asleep when Luke went to get a condom.
Holy crap, we almost did the deed. Key word, almost.
Suddenly, the door burst open as Noelle tugged her jeans on her legs.
"Ahoy mate-," Ashton sang, opening the door.
"Shut the fuck up, Ashton," Noelle hissed, buttoning her jeans.
Ashton whispered, "What the hell is going on here?" He didn't seem fazed that Noelle was once again, only in her bra.
Noelle then slipped her top back on, pushing Ashton out of the room.
Thank God, Luke was a heavy sleeper.
"What in the world happened?" Michael exclaimed, as soon as they came into the kitchen, where he was having breakfast. Out of all of them, he was the only one without a hangover.
"Would you stop shouting for a fucking minute? My head hurts," Noelle complained, sitting on a chair at the counter.
Michael's eyes widened as he glanced at Ashton, who just shrugged.
"What's wrong with her?" Michael whispered, cocking his head to the side.
Ashton moved his shoulders. "I have no idea man, she was in Luke's bed this morning."
"Ooooooh," Michael chanted. "Oh, no, that's bad."
"I have ears, idiots," Noelle said, biting from a piece of toast Michael had cooked.
Calum then came down, ruffling his hair. He sat at the table, taking Noelle's piece of toast from her hands. She smacked him and he said, "This tastes like shit."
"Fuck you, Calum, I made that!" Michael protested.
"Oh," Calum sighed. "That explains it."
Michael rolled his eyes. "So apparently, this little one," he gestured for Noelle. "Was in Luke's bedroom. Might telling us what you were searching for, there?"
It was Noelle's turn to roll her eyes. "Nothing," she muttered, her cheeks getting hot.
"Oh, I think I know," Ashton wiggled his eyebrows. "You two had sex, didn't you?"
