The Swear Jar // luke hemmings

8//"don't tell me you're a morning person"

  I wake up to the sound of Harry Style's singing the opening to 'Heart Attack' as I do everyday and groan, mumbling "I really gotta change that" as I do everyday and then scrunch my face up at the taste of morning breath in my mouth. Keeping the morning routine alive, I roll over on my bed and check my phone but there are no notifications, probably due to the fact that for some reason probably only Satan himself could explain, I am awake at 7AM. Or maybe it's just because no one likes me. Or the more likely, Satan set my alarm to 7AM because I sure as fuck did not. Regardless, I am now awake and cannot fall back asleep.

  Still refusing to leave my bed and brush my teeth (the morning breath is REAL), I facetime Dallas knowing Bailey would murder me if I woke her up this early on a Saturday. She doesn't pick up so I finally get out of bed and head for the bathroom. I open the door and- "HOLY SHIT I'M SO SORRY!" I shout, immediately throwing my hands over my eyes and back out of the room, closing the door behind me. I pace back and forth in front of the door for a few seconds until I hear it open and turn around to face the blonde boy in shame.

  "Well why the fuck didn't you lock the door?" I ask, my cheeks still red from embarrassment and Luke laughs.

  "Tori, it's fine."

  "Luke, I saw your dick."

  "Even better." He adds and begins to walk downstairs but I grab his arm to stop him.

  "Why are you here?" I ask as he looks down at my hand on his arm and smirks, causing me to immediately remove my hand. Why the fuck does he have to smirk. DOES HE NOT CARE I JUST SAW HIS DICK?

  "Harper would not stop crying. Like I fucking swear she was asleep but still crying, so Cal said I could stay here." 

  "Wow, boyfriend of the year. I can see why she loves you." I snort.

  "Shut up, I'm so over her." He says, running a hand through his hair in annoyance.

  "Listen we can be friends and all, Luke, but just 'cause I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm gonna be your relationship therapist." I say and Luke smirks again, his eyes cloudy and hard to read.

  "Well that's good 'cause I already promised Calum he could be our therapist." We both laugh and I walk into my room knowing Luke will follow. I sit in my bed and unlike the last time he was here, Luke lays down on it.

  "Why are you up so early?" I ask him, shifting my position so I am now laying down next to him, my head at his feet.

  "I cannot sleep in." He says.

  "Don't tell me you're a morning person." I say with fake disgust, resting my head on his legs.

  "Clearly you aren't. Are you gonna fall asleep on me?" Luke asks, a smile clear in his voice.

  "Maybe. You have really soft legs." I say with a yawn.