Trouble... (A Harries Twins Fanfic) Chapters 7 and on.

Chapter 19 (Jack. Jack Harries. Kick his ass.)

Chapter 19

Luke's point of View:

"Trust me when I tell you this sweetie." I began to whisper to her. "I want nothing in this world right now more than I want you. Nothing." Pausing, I tried to find the right words. "And it's taking a lot…and I mean A LOT of energy for me to not---" But I suddenly stopped myself from continuing when I saw Cher's eyes slowly close shut, her body falling limp underneath me as she suddenly fell into a deep slumber.

Chuckling quietly, I used my hands to gently push myself off of her. I couldn't believe crawling on top of her like that had actually worked, I thought to myself as I tiptoed around the bed and pulled the blankets over her exposed body.

Damn, what a night. I thought to myself as I turned off the lights and quickly stripped out of my clothes and shoes. Dropping myself on Beau and Daniel's bed, I pulled the blankets over to cover myself as I waited patiently for my boner to go away.

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Jack's point of view:

Opening my eyes slowly, I groaned as the bright sun light shone through the open curtains of the room. "Ugh… Someone close the curtains…" I mumbled as I pulled the blankets over my face, trying hard to fall back asleep. However, after a few minutes, I gave up completely as the curtains remained untouched. Sighing, I slowly pushed myself up as I squinted my eyes, scanning the room for Cher, Finn, or Andrea. But I soon realized that I was completely by myself. "What the fuck?" I ran a finger through my messy hair as I slowly stood up, however, a very familiar pain suddenly shot through my head, freezing me in my spot. Hung over yet again.

Ignoring the pain, I swallowed hard as I tried to remember what had happened last night, but to my despair, nothing came up. Feeling a sudden ting of worry dawn upon me, I quickly walked to the bathroom. "Cher?" I called for her as I hoped to hear her voice, however I soon realized the bathroom was empty as I slowly pushed the door open. Nothing. Where was everyone? It was only 7:30 on a Sunday morning. Everyone should be sleeping anyway…

Shaking my head in confusion, I walked to my closet and searched for a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. Taking my gray sweatpants out, I quickly pulled them over my briefs and started out the door, pulling the white tank top on as I rushed down the hallway.

"Sam?!" I stood outside Sam and Marcus' room as I banged on the door loudly. "Marcus!" I banged a few more times before I heard Sam's incoherent voice. "Shut the fuck up I'm coming." He lowly grumbled as he opened the door. "What the fuck you want dick head, we're sleeping." He rubbed his red eyes irritatingly as he yawned.

"Shut up, do you know where Cher, Finn, and Andrea are?"

Nodding his head tiredly, he moved away to let me in. Damn his room was a mess. There were plastic cups scattered everywhere as empty bottles of wine and liquor sat around the couches and tables. The kitchen was a complete mess as a variety of bags of drugs sat on the little table, most of which probably belonged to Charlie.

"Andrea and Finn are sleeping on Marcus' bed." Sam pointed out as he walked to his own bed, dropping himself next to a visibly passed out Demi and a disoriented Marcus who was sleeping on the floor, most probably because Demi had pushed him off of the mattress in the middle of the night.

Twisting my eyebrows, I looked over to see Finn's arms wrapped tightly around Andrea's small figure as she lay on her side, her back pressed against his front.

"Uh… alright… so where's Cher?" I questioned after a few seconds, but Sam was already dead asleep and snoring away.

Sighing in exhaustion, I walked out the room and decided to stop by someone else's door. Maybe Cher was sleeping over Zoe's… There was no need to worry, I kept trying to convince myself. But a voice in the back of my mind kept telling me otherwise.