All of Me

All of Me ~ Luke Hemmings ~ Three

Okay, before I start this chapter, I just want to apologize for all my spelling mistakes in my previous chapters. I was reading them over and omf, I really need to start proof reading this ish. So I promise that chapter will be better grammatically, and stuff. 😂😅

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I woke up in a tight space. I couldn't stretch my arms out as wide as I wish I could, and my toes brushed cool, smooth wood.

I realize that I must be in one of the bunk beds that was dedicated to me. I groan and push open the curtains, only to be greeted by a small walkway, concealed by darkness.

I was grateful Michael let me have a bottom bunk, I didn't really feel like climbing over whoever shared a bunk with me. Even though I had the top bunk at my grandmothers, it was different because I only shared a bunk with Michael. Now, I shared it with Michael and... Whoever else was in this strange bunk bed wall.

My bare feet pad against the cold marble floor, and I shiver. Despite my thick sweater and pants, this bus was incredibly cold and I made a mental note to remind Michael to turn the heat up tomorrow.

I walk my way towards the kitchen, my dry lips and throat in desperate need for water. When I reach the small room, I open a cabinet and grab a glass before getting water from the tap and I chug it down quickly, more thirsty than I clearly thought I was.

I fill my glass up again and put the cool glass to my lips when I hear footsteps coming towards the kitchen. I freeze and suddenly get self conscious at the fact that I was probably as much as a mess as when I first woke up earlier today.. Or yesterday...

"Delilah?" I hear a groggy voice call my name, I turn around slowly to see Luke standing there, rubbing his eyes and stretching.

My cheeks flush and my self esteem shoots down even more when I notice his gorgeous body only has tight boxers to cover himself.

God, he was literally perfect.

"I thought I heard you get up... You alright?" He asks, opening to fridge and grabbing the carton of milk, not even bothering with a glass and just takes a swig. I can't decided whether I'm disgusted enough to never drink it again, or tempted enough to drink it the same way he just had.

Ew, stop it Delilah.

"I... Uhm..." I start, my voice not as horse as I thought it would be, probably from the glass of water I had just consumed.

"Water." I finish, holding up my glass. He nods respectfully and hops onto the counter next to me. I flinch slightly, not expecting him to get so close to me, but at the same time, the closed distance is kind of comforting.

"What time is it?" I muster, not looking up from my glass that was slipping through my sweater paws. I growl mentally and grip the cup tighter.

"Uh... Three fourteen." He informs me, checking his watch before leaning his shoulders and head against the cupboards behind him.

I watch his as he closes his eyes. I can't help but marvel at how amazing he looks, even in the middle of the night when he just woke up.

His usual tousled messy hair was even more so, tossed in every way in a giant mess that made me want to run my fingers through his hair and soothe the golden wreck.

I subconsciously move my hand and I brush away the hair that fell on his forehead. My fingertips sweeping across his brow that had collected a thin layer of sweat.

When the corners of his lips twitch up into a smile, I snatch my hand back quickly and my eyes widen. Oh my God.. Why did I just do that.

"Sorr-" I go to apologize when he cuts me off.