Hey, Angel. (Ashton's missing twin)

Chapter Seventeen. [edited!]

//Angela (Angel)//

The first thing I am all too aware of when I wake up is a splitting headache, and the fact that I'm in a room I've never seen before. I slowly sit up on the soft mattress and take in my surroundings. The bed is clad in a black plaid comforter and grey sheets, the dresser has various pictures of the boys at gigs and with One Direction, posters of rock bands litter the wall with no windows on it, and the bed stand is cluttered with change and an alarm clock that reads the time as 9:00AM. It's going off and since I can't see what button to press to turn the damn thing off in my tired daze, I quickly yank the cable from the wall. I recognize the drum box in the corner of the room, meaning this must be Ashtons bedroom.

"He must have carried me up here last night." I mutter to myself, standing from the bed and swapping my jeans out for a pair of Ash's sweats before I make my way into the bathroom between his and Luke's room. I take notice that the door to Luke's room is shut and I lock it before walking to the mirror to make myself presentable, no doubt in my mind that I must look horrible since I didn't have the chance to wash my make up off last night. I was definitely right, my eyes are surrounded by smudged mascara and eyeliner, my hair sticking out in various places.

Once I've combed through my hair and washed my face, I make my way downstairs. I actually didn't have the foresight to put my bags in a room before we started playing games last night so I assume they're still down here and I seriously need to get some concealer and eye make up on.

Once I make it to the bottom of the stairs and the living room comes into view, I notice Ashton sleeping on the couch with a blanket on the floor beside him. I walk over to him and pick up the blanket, draping it over his body and moving some of his hair out of his face.

"What are you doing?" I hear someone whisper behind me. My hand flies to my chest in surprise and I whip around to see Luke holding in laughter.

"Holy crap, don't sneak up on me like that you- you crouton!" I whisper shout.

"Crouton?" He giggles quietly. "What are you doing though?"

"Just, I don't know. Taking care of him I guess. That, and I'm also still in a bit of a state of shock." I look down at Ashton to see that he's still sleeping peacefully. "I think looking at him and how much he really looks like me helps me accept that this is real life." I turn from looking at Ashton to face Luke again, and he's smiling fondly at us. "Anyway what are you doing up?"

"I'm making breakfast, what are you doing up? You had more alcohol last night then I did, I figured you'd at least sleep longer then Ashton."

"I would have, trust me." I roll my eyes. "He had some stupid alarm set for 9, I am so exhausted but theres no way I could fall back asleep after that."

"You wanna come join me for breakfast then?"

"Sure." I smile and follow Luke to the hallway I'd seen the boys take to the kitchen multiple times last night. I stare at the glass sliding doors that lead to a porch and backyard for a few moments, taking in the scenery, then follow Luke to the left into the kitchen. There was a window facing the backyard and porch on the right, above the sink and dishwasher. The fridge was on the left with counters that led to a stove straight ahead. And there was an island with bar stools around it in the center, overall this was one of the bigger kitchens I'd been in.

"What are you making?" I ask.

"I hadn't actually started yet, but I was thinking pancakes. Only problem is whenever I make them they don't exactly come out right." He explains.

"Do you rush it and then wonder why they're raw in the center?" He nods sheepishly. "If you get the ingredients out then I can make them for us."

"Really?" His eyes go a little wide with excitement over not having to cook his own breakfast, it's honestly endearing. I nod and he gets to work opening cupboards for the ingredients. I take in his appearance as he moves around the kitchen, admiring his witty muscle tank until I realize he's only wearing briefs, I immediately avert my gaze and make sure he's taking out everything I'll need. Walking over, I begin mixing all of the dry ingredients and he helps me mix in the wet ingredients. Judging by how big the batch is, I'm making breakfast for all of the boys but I don't mind.