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

five

"We've already played three games of apples to apples! I'm sick of it. How about we play who can go the furthest with Tatum?" Mikey suggests jokingly and I roll my eyes.

And believe it or not, after being friends with them for so many years, their perverted jokes still make me uncomfortable. I mean, do you blame me? I'm like an ant compared to these stink bugs.

"You guys are too funny," I walk to the kitchen and replenish my water. Their voices have dropped eerily quiet and it's quite concerning. I eaves drop for a few seconds.

"Dude, you should do it!" One of the boys whisper. I can't make out who is was, though, considering they were speaking so low.

I walked in and returned to my seat. They all looked away awkwardly and acted like nothing happen.

"So, what shall we do tonight? It's only eleven. The night is still young," I say.

"I'm sort of tired. I'm going to bed. G'night!" Calum hurries upstairs, followed by Ashton who says he "forgot to feed his fish".

One by one the boys piled into their rooms upstairs, leaving me to clean up their atrocious mess. Even if we were only playing for two hours they somehow made a gigantic mess.

I successfully cleared the dining room table and collapsed on the couch. I close my eyes and rethink the past few nights.

Luke and I started to fake date, Tyler came out while I came to LA. I need to get a life if this is all I can come up with.

Deciding it was finally time to rest, I gathered my thoughts and stumbled up the winding staircase and drug myself to my bed.

On my way there I must've tripped over something. My foot is now throbbing and there's some commotion. I look down and see it's Luke I've tripped over.

"Luke! Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he waves me off and I furrow my eyebrows. Why isn't he speaking? I just tripped over him.

Oh.

I must've accidentally kicked him.

I lay back on my bed and think about him. And Michael. And Ashton. And Calum. And the whole trip. And my bucket list. All I can wonder is how my life has come to this after so much shit has occurred early on.

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I shot straight up, gasping, screaming, sweating, and crying. No. Now is not the time to be having a nightmare.

Luke instantly sat up and looked around frantically. When he found his person of interest, me, he hurriedly came over to the bed and sat down.

"Tatum, are you okay?" he wraps his long, muscular arms around my small yet proportional body. He rocked me back and forth until my crying stopped.

"Can you tell me what's wrong now?" he asks.

"I had a nightmare," The answer seemed sufficient enough for him. He simply slid off the bed and laid on the floor.

A few minutes passed until I decided to speak. "Luke?"

"Yeah babe?" Babe. I loved it when he called me that. Or any boy, really. I just like that warm, tingly feeling that comes along with it when Luke says it.

"Can you sleep with me tonight? Just for comfort?" I heard him shift until I saw a tall, black outline coming nearer and nearer. Luke folded back the covers and stayed as far away as possible.

Instinctively, my arm drapes across his bare chest. It takes him a second to realize what I've done until he wraps his arm around my shoulders.His other arm lightly caresses my slightly exposed tummy. I immediately tense up. I hope he can't feel my scars...

"Do I make you nervous?" he wonders quietly.

"Why would you ask that?" I respond a little too quickly.

"I dunno. You always seem tense around me. I'm sorry if I make you nervous or scared. I'm honestly not aiming to do that at all," he apologizes.

Truth is, he does make me nervous. But only sometimes. Some of his tendencies remind me so much of my father it's unreal. That's when I start acting funny. Not to mention the fact he could've potentially found out about my scars.

"I truly am sorry. G'night, Tatum," Luke kisses my forehead and the room soon fills with his steady snoring.

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imagine waking up to luke.....thats all i have bye