Some Day We Might (Muke)

Chapter Three

My eyes flicker open to the sight of white fluffy blankets around me. One of my legs is half off the bed and my other leg is touching something--someone. Oh, right, Luke. I really hope he isn't awake--

I slowly lift my head to see blue eyes staring right at me. "Morning sunshine."

I groan. "I hate you. What time is it?"

"Not sure. Pretty early. We don't have anything to do today, though."

I look out the window. "It's still raining?" My voice is really rough and gravelly.

"It's October in London. Of course it's still raining." Luke says. He's biting and messing around with his lip ring. I groan and roll over to face away from him. "What? Don't you like the rain?"

"Yeah. That's not the problem."

"Okay...? I don't think I said anything--"

"No, no. It's not you." I lie. "I'm still tired. And I think I could be getting sick."

"It's probably the weather." He says whilst he gets up and puts some clothes on. I thank whatever gods are out there that Ashton and Calum didn't walk in to see me in his bed, both of us in underwear. I'd never hear the end of it. Sometimes I think if I was straight half of my problems wouldn't exist.

I go to the bathroom, splash a bit of water on my face and dry it with a towel. I see my pale reflection in the mirror. My white hair that sticks up every angle, a bit of stubble across my jaw, my sleepy, grey-ish blue-green eyes, my Mangelina Jolie lips that I think are way too pink to be on a guys face--sometimes I really hate how I look, and today is one of those days. I don't think about it too much because I know it's not good to. I'm over those days of constant self-loathing and moping around because I hated myself and was alone. But I'm better. I have friends and a pretty fucking great life. 

- - - -

I take a shower before I get fully dressed in some dark skinnies and a Rolling Stones shirt. For once I don't feel like being cooped up in the house playing video games. I need something to do, preferably not with Luke at the moment. He's my best mate, but I just need someone who I don't have to think about that way.

"Calum!" I call since Luke's in the shower and probably can't hear me.

"Yeah?" He says from his room.

"Want to go pick up some Starbucks for the lads?"

"Uh...yep, sure." I hear him walk into the lounge room. He's wearing a beanie and his "To Write Love on Her Arms" shirt--his favourite shirt. He's really passionate about the cause TWLOHA supports. I've always admired that about him.

- - - -

The smell of fresh coffee fills the air in the empty Starbucks. It's 7am, so everyone is either asleep or at work. I order two caramel lattes--one for me and one for Luke. Calum gets himself a cappuccino and vanilla latte for Ashton. You'd think a bunch of females from uni made the order we just did, with all the vanilla and caramel. It's not our fault we like extra sweetness in our drinks.

I'd normally get an iced coffee with extra sugar and cream, but seeing as it's cold out I opted for something a bit warmer.

I stand off to the side after getting my two orders and wait for Calum. He's really such a nice guy, and sometimes it makes me feel like a dick. Even if I haven't done anything mean, just being around him makes me feel less of a good person because Calum is just too nice.

He gets his orders and we head back to the house. In the car he starts talking about some comments on our YouTube and twitter.

"Ash is getting a lot of hate." He shakes his head. "It pisses me off so much. God, I hope he doesn't read any of that."

"Why do you read it?" 

"I don't know...mostly so I can delete it before Ash sees it. Unfortunately I can't do much about his twitter."

Ashton doesn't take hate very well. He's such a good guy and it really hurts him when people insult him or the band because he's worked so hard to get where we are now. He also gets frustrated because he thinks he's doing something wrong--something to make people dislike him--and he tries to fix it.

We all get hate. Calum ignores it--it doesn't affect him. I read it, agree with it, and then forget about it. Luke will see some, and if it's bad he'll cry for like a minute or two, but he's pretty good with it. Ashton, on the other hand, really takes it to heart. He just wants to please everyone.

- - - -

"We have hot beverages!" I shout once I walk through the door. My smile falls when I see Luke with his arm around Ashton, whose head is down in his hands. 

"Hey," Calum says, almost throwing the drinks on the counter as he rushes to Ashton. "Everything okay?" 

Ashton sniffs and nods. "Yeah, just some assholes on twitter, that's all."

Calum smiles and squeezes Ash's shoulder. "I got you a vanilla latte."

Ashton finally smiles. "That actually sounds really great right now." I hand Calum his and Ashton's drinks. Luke removes his arm from Ashton to let Calum take his place, and walks toward me. 

I hold Luke's latte out in front of him. "Oh?" He says. "You got me a drink? You shouldn't have, Mikey." He jokes.

"Shouldn't have? If I didn't you'd pout for weeks."

He takes the warm cup off my hands. "Thanks."

I start to walk to our shared room and motion for him to follow. I sit down on the floor in front of the large window. Luke sits criss-crossed next to me.

"Is Ash okay?" I ask, staring out the window and taking small sips of my latte.

He nods. "I think so. He was just a little worked up about something a few people were saying. But I think he's okay."

"Good...I mean, that he's okay, not that he was upset."

We're both quiet for a while until Luke speaks. "I kind of want to watch How I Met Your Mother."

"Er...alright. I've never seen it."

Luke raises his eyebrows. "Really? Oh, this is going to be so good."

"Well, let's go watch it." I say, starting to get up to go in the lounge room, but Luke grabs my arm. 

"Let's just watch it in here. Alone." He clears his throat. "I think Ashton just needs to talk to Calum right now. Calum is always big help to him, and you know how Ash gets when we all smother him."

Alone. With Luke. Watching his favorite show. With his stupid blue eyes and--fuck, really Luke? Is it really necessary to bite at your lip ring like that? Fucking hell.

I push away my thoughts and nod quickly. "Okay."

- - - -

"What the fuck?" I say after the show is finished. "Aunt Robin? Are you fucking serious?"

Luke is laughing at my reaction. "Wow Michael, I didn't know it would affect you like this."

"This isn't funny, Hemmings." I say, despite my laugh. "That was one hell of a plot twist."

"So you like the show?"

"Yeah." I say. "Yeah, it was pretty funny and interesting. And after that last bit I definitely need to see what happens next." 

Luke looks at me, biting at his lip ring again. "You wanna marathon it?"

I think about it for a minute, then snuggle under the blankets and get comfortable. I sigh. "Sure, why not."

He's an excited little puppy throughout every episode, just waiting to see my reaction. Call me a teenage girl, but I find it so adorable that my heart could just melt into a blob of muscle tissue and blood.