help //m.c.\\

chapter twenty-five

         Right when we got to the venue, Harry came up to me and started apologizing. I continued to walk so that I didn't have to listen to him.

"Teegan, stop walking." He grabbed my wrist so that he could look at me. I refused to look at him.

"Let go of her mate." Luke came to save me. He looked at Harry and grabbed my other wrist.

"I'm sorry." Harry muttered as we walked away. I leaned on Luke's shoulder as we walked. I didn't know where we were going so I just followed Luke. I'm glad he was in my life. He actually cared for me. He believed me too.

"You've got to go hang out with mom because I gotta go. I'll see you after the show." Luke said to me as he walked away. Hanging out with moms is fun. I didn't want to talk to the other boys and I didn't want to talk to Liz. So I was just going to chill on the side of the stage and watch the boys do what they do best. I wasn't in the greatest of moods right now and you could tell. I mean, I've always got a resting bitch face so don't fuck with me.

        I didn't even realize the boys had finished until Luke came and sat beside me with sweat dripping down his forehead. He looked tired and really happy. The rest of the boys came and sat down with us. Ashton was on my left, Luke on my right along with Calum. Michael didn't come over to us until later on, but he sat as far away from me as he could. I looked down at my cut up hand just to get my mind off of things, when I noticed my sleeve was a little too far up. I quickly pulled it down, hoping that no one saw. They needed to be covered up better. Luke laid his head on my shoulder and sighed. I wrapped my arm around him and hugged him tight.

"Did you enjoy the show?" He asked, looking up at me.

"Of course." I smiled down at him.

"I thought you had a thing with Michael, you player." Ashton said poking my side.

"What? I don't like Luke like that. He's pretty much my brother." Luke nodded.

"What happened with you and Michael?" He asked trying to pry it out of me.

"I don't really want to tell you..." I said looking down.

"That's okay. I'll hear about it eventually."

        Hamlet ran up to me, asking for attention. I picked him up and sat on the couch. Calum turned on the TV and came and sat with me. 

"We have to go record tomorrow so make sure you get some sleep." Liz said to the boys before walking to her room. I laid my head down on the arm rest, curling into ball. Now I see why the Hemmings do this. Its comfortable as fuck. Hamlet crawled over to Cal so that he could snuggle with him. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but couldn't because the boys were being loud as fuck. I opened my eyes to find Luke stuck underneath the desk that was in the corner of the room. Ashton's giggles were spilling out of his mouth and he couldn't stop them. Calum was still beside me with Hamlet. Michael was throwing things at Luke making it harder for him to get out. Jesus, they were all so stupid. I got up and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Hamlet jumped off of Calum's lap and followed me. His head was up to my knees and he was going to get bigger. I sat down on the floor and he walked in between my legs so he could lick my face. Every time I leaned back, he would follow me and attack me with kisses. It got to the point where I was laying on the floor and all I could do was move my head side to side. I was exploding with laughter. I tried to push him off of me, but failed.

"Help! Please!" I said in between giggles. Hamlet was wagging his tail at a fast pace and he barked at me. Ashton came into the kitchen with his phone up, taking a video and not helping me whatsoever.

"Do you need some help?" He giggled.

"Please!" I tried scooting away from Hamlet, but he jumped on me, knocking the air out of me. He stepped on my gut and I winced in pain. Ashton was still laughing. Hamlet sat down and barked again. Ashton held his hand out for me to grab. I got up and flipped him off, giggling slightly.

"Hey! I helped you!" He started poking my sides, still holding the camera in my face. I slapped it out of his hand and ran. Ashton ran after me and I hid underneath my blankets, but Hamlet gave away my hiding place. He jumped on the bed and started tickling me. I squirmed underneath him. I  pulled the blanket off of my face and he was giggling.

"Hamlet, help me!" He barked and jumped on the bed and ran into Ashton. He was barking and licking his face all over. Once I thought Ash had got enough, I pulled Hamlet's collar and he sat down.

"Holy shit, that dog is tough." He said slightly panting.

"Did I break your phone?"

"No, I caught it before it touched the ground."

"Good, now get out so I can change my clothes." I tried shoving him off of the bed, but it didn't work out because he was probably twice my size.

"Alright, I guess I'll leave." I locked the door behind him. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a rag to wash my face with. The cuts had scabbed over and they didn't look horrible. I grabbed an oversized shirt and put it on. Hamlet was waiting for me to cuddle with him. I laid down and turned on my phone to scroll through Twitter. The trending hashtag was about the tour. There were pictures of the boys preforming and the boys with some fans. Seeing these made me happy. There was one tweet that caught my eye. It was a video of Michael talking to some girl about me. She asked him if we were dating and he said no, of course. Then she asked if we were going to. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. What the fuck was this boy up to? I thought he was done with me. I mean, its okay if he's not. But I don't want to seem like I'm desperate. Fuck, I don't know what I want.