Protect me - Luke Hemmings Punk

2.7 - The dress

The days passed by slowly one by one. How long is a week suppose to be? 7 days, right? Oh, and the gala weren't even a week away. More like four or five days. Well this felt like months anyways. But tomorrow was the d-day.

"Hey Michael?" I asked and sat on one of the tables in the basement. I was currently "helping" Michael to find some kinds of weapons to sell but since I had no idea how much value each had, I was no use. Michael kept on digging in one of the boxes with knifes in hope to find one that was big enough to sell.

"What?" His voice echoed from inside the box as the clinking sound of steel colliding continued which made me cringe.

"Do you guys maybe have a dress for me?"

"Are you talking about tomorrow?"

"Well, yeah. All I have is basically a t-shirt and jeans, which won't do at an award show/audition for rich people. If you guys don't want me to stand out I suggest you get me a gown."

Michael let out a small shriek and pulled out a long knife and quickly got up on his feet. I watched as he with a smirking expression jumped over to the sander. "Well, I have no fashion sense, so you'll have to discuss that with Luke or Ashton." He said right before he pressed the on button of the sander and suddenly the whole basement started to vibrate like crazy. The sharp noise made me cover my ears with both my hands.

Ashton? Luke? Fine, he did have a point. Michael and Calum pretty much shared clothes (which were pretty ugly) and both Ashton and Luke had these slim clothes that fit them perfectly. Thy knew how to dress. Oh, imagaine them in suits...

WHAT NO!

Em stop it.

You actually like neither of them.

And now you're talking to yourself.

But anyways. Back to topic. Why do I have to talk to either of them? There was no way in hell that Luke would help me with this and the tension between me and Ashton was still real.

Fuck it, Ashton it is.

I gave Michael a small smile before sprinting up the stairs with long steps to find Ashton. I mean the gala was tomorrow and the flight will take off tonight or early tomorrow. The clock was now almost 4 p.m. No time to lose.

"Ashton! I yelled once I had opened the small door and came in to the living room where he was lying across the couch with his ankles crossed over each other.

"What." he muttered and glanced between me and the tv.

"I really, really, really need your help!"

"Fine, Luke! Emmy needs your help!" Ash screamed and chuckled at my angry expression. "Ash I'm serious. I need YOUR help. Fuck Luke." He rolled his eyes and sat up straight on the couch.

"Fine. What's up?" He whined and stretched his long arms over his head which made his shirt pulled up, showing his v-line. Really. Bitch.

"I need a dress for tomorrow."

He looked at me dumbfounded and let his arms fall down his sides again. His eyebrow raised once he figured I was serious. "You're seriously asking me dressing advises for a girl?" I rolled my eyes and nodded my head.

"Well, yeah? It was either you or Luke, so help me out here." I whined and made a crazy hand gesture. He let out a small groan and stood up from the couch. "Fine! Come on..." He muttered and walked towards the staircase to get upstairs.

I followed him closely. Once we passed the kitchen I saw Luke glaring at Ashton and then at me, for some reason. Every time I am with Ashton he gets all angry and moody. It made me sick.