Unpredictable | Luke Hemmings & Calum Hood. (Cake/5SOS)

Chapter 29

(A/N~ Anything italicized is Calum's mind)

As I begin to awaken, I feel Luke's arms wrapped firmly around me and our legs tangled in one another's. His small, strong snores escape his mouth with every intake of breath. I can't help but laugh at the sounds filling the room as I turn in his arms to face him.

His eyebrows are furrowed, his lips are apart slightly. He looks so peaceful, so calm in his sleep. Luke begins to unconsciously pull me closer to him, making sure I'm still there. He lays his forehead on my hair while snores continue to leave his lips.

My eyes roam around the room to see it's still devoured by darkness, signaling I must've waken up earlier than I'm supposed to. Thoughts of this moment fill my head as I wrap my arm around Luke's waist and lay my head on his chest.

I'm able to hear his heart beats and for some reason, the sound of it puts all my unknowing thoughts at ease for now.

What does this make of me and Luke? We're not dating, and we're not boyfriends. If that's how it's even labeled.

Anyone can tell you're new to this whole gay thing.

Shut up, I argue with my mind, trying to block out its comments.

Luke and I are in this weird state and I don't like it and I don't hate it, but I don't have the guts to actually say something about it. I'll probably come off as too clingy or too possessive even though he's pretty possessive toward me when it comes to Michael and I's new blossoming friendship.

It was something in his tone of voice that just gave me the chills like he secretly wanted me nowhere near Michael, but just didn't want to say it.

Maybe he's afraid Michael'll tell me something he doesn't want me to know. Then again, I know a good amount of things and here I am, still in his arms listening to the beat of his heart as his snores fill the room around me.

You know everything you know and you're still wrapped around his finger.

He's different.

Not everyone can be saved, Calum. You need to stop thinking everyone can be saved.

He can. I know it, I say to myself, trying to convince myself as much as my mind that it's true.

I do understand the feeling of him not wanting me with Michael, because I don't want him within a mile of Tyler, but I know that won't happen and that's one of the many reasons as to why Luke and I will never happen. Not seriously, not really.

I'm still some confused little kid who so happened to have a crush on the blonde kid at school, who I guess is some big shot and he feels the need to be liked and accepted by everyone. So, instead of being who he wants, he just hides it away and sluts around with Tyler and drinks, and God knows if he does drugs.

He's past the point of saving.

No, he isn't.

I feel Luke's body begin to turn against me and before I even look up from his chest, I'm almost sure a pair of blue eyes are opened tiredly, staring down at me on his chest.

"Did I wake you?" I whisper into his chest, bringing his body closer to mine, not sure how he's going to react with me in his arms like this.

Luke kisses my forehead and whispers a no in response before unwrapping one of his arms from me to play with my messy bed head.

His voice is so rough, deeply low and full of exhaustion that it brings me shivers as he goes to whisper in my ear. "Did you sleep well?"

I begin to feel hot under his hold and decide to mock him to drive away from the throb I slowly begin to feel in my lower region.