everything i didn't say » luke hemmings (book 2)

two

"Tatum! We made breakfast," somebody wakes me.

I open my eyes and see Ashton in front of me smiling widely. His smile always has been my favorite...It's so big and white!

"What do you want from meee?" I whined and stretched my arms.

"For you to eat the food we worked very hard on," he ruffles my bed-head and stumbles into the kitchen.

"Mikey," I whisper in attempt to wake him. He must've thought I was his giant teddy bear, for he's clinging to me like I have a fluffy outer layer.

He didn't stir a bit and I groaned. I peeled his arms from around my waist. Oh, what a struggle it was. I put on my glasses and walked into the kitchen.

Shoot, I never introduced myself. Hi! I'm Tatum Jones. I'm eighteen years old and I live in Sydney, Australia with my four best friends. As a result of a silly truth-or-dare game I now have to resemble a love struck teen who is head over heels for Luke Hemmings. In simpler words, I am fake-dating him.

I'm kind of short. Five foot five to be exact. I'm a midget compared to the boys. I have straight dirty blonde and piercing green eyes. I have to wear glasses all the time. I have a nose ring, an industrial bar, and a small tattoo written in Chinese on my lower back.

"Tatum! I've been asking you for five minutes now if you wanted orange juice with or without pulp," Calum snapped me out of my daydream.

"No pulp, please. And I'm shocked yet happy you didn't burn the house down," they smiled and slid me a plate consisting of bacon, eggs, and cinnamon rolls.

"How lovely! Where are Luke and Mikey?" I ask Ashton.

"I dunno. Mikey's still sleeping, like always, and Luke hasn't turned up," he answers.

"Why would he? Everybody knows you don't turn up until the sun has fallen," I reply and he glares at me. I let out a small giggle and ate my cinnamon rolls.

"What's on the agenda for today?" I ask them as they take a seat next to me and eat their breakfast.

"Well, for us, we have an interview in two hours, and then we were planning on visiting our families. As for you, I have no idea what you're going to do," Cal answered and shoved a strip of crispy bacon into his mouth.

"I think I'm gonna go home, pack, and spend the day tanning. I know mum'll say yes," we eat in silence for the rest of the meal until Luke waltzed in.

"Ahh! Look away before it turns you to stone," I shout jokingly about Luke's horrid morning hair. It reminds me of Medusa...

"Very funny," he takes a swig of milk from the gallon and I make a face.

"Other people drink from there, y'know," I say as he shrugs and makes himself a plate.

"Not like I have cooties or anything," he clarifies.

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"See you later sweets!"

"I'll miss you honey bunches!"

"Don't go cheating on me!"

"Tell me if anyone hits on you so I can beat them up!"

The boys all chorus things like this as they drop me off in front of my house. I shake my head and give a small laugh. I unlock the door and walk in.

"Mum? Tyler?" I shout throughout the house. Tyler comes tumbling down the steps. Literally.

"You're such a clutz," I laugh at my younger brother by fourty-six minutes. "Where's mum?"

"She's finishing her hair. Tell her I'm going out with Kyle, Sam, and Rebecca, okay?" before I could reply he rushes out the door.

"Oh, Tatum!" Mum envelops me in a bone crushing hug. Oh, how I missed her thick Irish accent.

"I just saw you Saturday, Mum," she laughs at herself and pulls away.

"How was yer stay at the zoo?" she asks in referral to the 5 Seconds of Summer household.

"Chaotic. Rambunctious. Hectic. Boisterous. The usual. And how have you been?" I respond.

"Just dandy, dear," she starts putting away the clean dishes and I help her.

"So, uh, Mum, I've got something to ask you...And it's kind of really important..." I trail off and she stops.

"I knew it! One of those boys were gonna knock ya up one day and ya were gonna come cryin' for help. I knew they were always-" I cut her off from continuing her sentence.

"Mum! It's nothing like that. I was just wondering if I could maybe go with the boys to North America for their tour? Well, not their tour, but One Direction's tour. They're the opening acts!" I ramble on and on. It's what I do when I'm nervous.

"Hush yer trap, Tatum. Of course ya can go," I embrace her in a big bear hug and kiss her cheek.

"Thanks, Mum! We leave in a week. I'll get packing," I rush upstairs and refrain myself from doing the happy dance.

Eh, why not?

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people at my school are v annoying like ugh i want to gratata their heads off.

but on a happier note:
sleepy michael. (ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

question- would you rather play video games with michael and calum or have ashton teach you how to play the drums?