enemies flames - lrh

four.

"Luke get your ass up!"

Rolling over so my head is face down on my bed, I put my pillow over my head and block out the annoying noise of my roommate while resisting the urge to let out a loud groan of annoyance. Can't he tell I turned off my alarm for a reason?

"Luke!"

I hold up my finger regardless of the fact that Ashton isn't even in my room yet and can't see anything. Nonetheless, I'd like to believe he has confidence I'm doing so anyway. After all, there's no way he expects a positive outcome from this.

"Luke, I swear to god if you don't-"

"Fuck off," I spit, loud enough for him to hear, finally having had enough. Can't he see I'm clearly trying to sleep? I spent the whole night drinking in here alone and obviously, I have no intention of going to the foster home. 

I'm too tired.

My door slams open and I hardly have time to react before the blankets are stripped off of me completely, which causes my blood to boil. I flip my body over, ready to retaliate as there's a deadly look in my eyes.

"Get up, you need to get to the foster home," Ashton says, not messing around in the slightest as he tosses my blankets to the corner of the room. 

"I didn't realize I'm living with my fucking mother."

"No you're not, Luke, because your mom wouldn't give a damn like I do," Ashton says taking a pillow off of my bed in order to toss it at me which only irritates me further. 

Not reacting to his low blow of a comment, I instead flip back over on my bed and show him my favorite finger this time.

"Fuck off."

"Luke, if you don't show up you're just going to make it worse for yourself," Ashton says, his voice trailing off towards the direction of my closet, clearly having intentions of picking me out an outfit.

Jesus christ, he really is a fucking mom.

"You think I give a fuck? What the hell do I have to live for anyway?" I ask muttering the last part considering the last thing I need right now is a lecture.

Of course knowing my luck, he hears.

"Me," Ashton says tossing a pair of jeans at my legs. "Michael, and Calum. All of our parents who treat you like their own son. Every single one of us who care about you enough to make sure you're keeping up with this shit that will keep you out of jail."

I roll my eyes.

"You're giving me a headache."

"Well if that's what will do the trick, then I don't give a single damn. Get up, Hemmings," Ashton says throwing a shirt at my back.

Groaning, I know he won't leave my room until I get up and get ready and he especially won't stop bitching at me until I go to this fucking shithole. Bold of him to do so after he pissed me off yesterday but that's usually how our disagreements go. I storm off, get drunk, go to bed, then we wake up and the next day it's like nothing happened.

"You're a pain in my asas," is all I say as I roll onto my back and rub my eyes with my fists in order to wake myself up. 

"I'll take it," Ashton says, clearly not minding what I call him as long as I get up. "If you're not out of here in five minutes, I'm coming back in and changing you myself."

"Go fuck yourself."

Ashton doesn't respond as he leaves my room, making sure to shut the door on the way out. Ashton's heard it all when it comes to me so nothing even phases him anymore. As a result, I can't help but glare at the door because I know I have no choice but to go to this place and get something done. I tug at my hair in frustration, pissed I have to wake up to do this shit in the first place.