Murderer✖️c.h.

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As Calum takes me back to where Luke, Ashton, and Michael are standing on the porch I'm giggling about something unknown.

"Does anyone know how much she's had to drink?" Luke sighs, holding me steady.

"Mmm. I did- a lot of shots- and then drank a lot of- of punch." I smile, hiccuping between my sentence.

"She hasn't had anything to drink for the last 45 minutes, she's been dancing with me." Calum tells them. "I found her coming downstairs, luckily the doors were all locked. Cameron took her up there." Calum says annoyed. He must not like Cameron very much.

I think Cameron's nice, he picks out nice drinks too. Plus he dances with me. But Calum dances with me too.

"Thank you for dancing with her." Luke sighs, digging his keys out of his pocket. "Let's get you to bed." He points to me, swinging me over his shoulder.

I giggle, but realize he's walking away.

"Luke," I whisper, but he doesn't hear me. "Luke," I speak loudly, getting his attention. He hums, waiting for me to speak. "I don't wanna go to bed. I'm not tired."

"You're really drunk though," he chuckles, unlocking his bedroom door. I like Luke's room. It's nice and dark. And he has a comfortable bed.

"I can't sleep in this," I pout, crossing my arms once I'm back on the ground. It's fun when Luke puts me over his shoulder. He has broad shoulders. He's tall. I like Luke. Luke is nice.

"Fine, fine." He rolls his eyes at me, making me giggle. Tossing me a long shirt, I thank him.

I slip off my shorts, but can't get my shirt off. I struggle with it for a moment, before I hear Luke groan. He walks over to where I'm sitting on his bed, lifting it over my head for me and pulling his long shirt over my body.

"Thanks, Lukey. You're nice to me," I smile hearing him let out a deep chuckle. Luke isn't really drunk, he doesn't really get drunk. "Goodnight," I wave, lying in his bed. His comforter is very warm, and his pillows are very soft.

I lie in his bed for a few minutes, before deciding I don't want to sleep. I leave Luke's room, just wearing his long shirt, and go back to where him and his friends stand.

As soon as he sees me he groans, his friends laughing. Well, Calum isn't laughing. Why isn't Calum laughing with his friends?

"I just put you upstairs, Lexi." I shrug, taking his drink and chugging it down. "You're a fucking child," he mumbles, making me giggle.

"I'm not tired," I say, realizing I'm now barefoot. When did I take my shoes off? "Luke, where are my shoes?"

"Upstairs. In my room," I furrow my eyebrows. "You took them off before you changed."

I did? Humph.

I turn around, skipping away and bumping into someone. I giggle, looking up to see Cameron.

"You've changed," he raises his eyebrows, gesturing to me now wearing Luke's shirt.

"This is Luke's. I borrowed it. All of my clothes are in my house, across the street," I giggle, pointing in where I think is the direction of my house.

"You live across the street?" He mumbles, eyes widening in realization. "Do you want to finish what we started over there?" I shrug, feeling him grip my hand and lead me through the crowd in Luke's house.

"I should've said bye to Luke," I hum, letting out a giggle as I trip over my own feet.

"Luke won't be able to find you until the morning, it's okay." He whispers, taking me into my unlocked house and up the stairs, toward my bedroom. After locking the front door, of course.