Anonymous| lrh

11| "Yeah and I don't have a daddy kink"

"Shut your fucking phone off," Luke groaned next to me.

It's Saturday morning and the boys and I were sprawled across Luke's living room, knocked out from our late night prior.

Just to be clear, no drugs or alcohol was consumed by anyone last night, which is definitely a first. All the five of us ended up doing was sitting around Luke's kitchen talking until we got too tired to get another word out.

Which is how I ended up in the position I am right now; pushed up against my best friend on his couch while the others are on the floor.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Harry has been texting me nonstop. He started at around eight last night, didn't stop till around one this morning, and now it's 7:30am and he's right back at it;

Unfortunately Harry
Charlie

Unfortunately Harry
I'm sorry I don't know why I said that

Unfortunately Harry
Just text me back please

Unfortunately Harry
Charlie??

Unfortunately Harry
Whatever. Just don't go spreading this around school

I rolled my eyes and silenced my phone, hopefully being able to fall back asleep. What Harry did really pissed me off, yes. But, I'm not the person to hold things over people's heads so I'm over it, but will definitely not be spending anymore time with him.

"Luke stop moving," I said, my words muffled by his chest and the amount of blankets we were tangled up in.

He mumbled something inaudible and pulled me closer to him. I couldn't help but smile, there was something about falling asleep with someone right next to you. Romantic relationship or not, it's a comforting feeling that I was currently engulfed in.

Just as I began to drift off to sleep, my eyes snapped open to a scream.

"What the fu-"

"Calum! What the hell?" Michael groaned.

"I'm sorry! I thought it was a spider," he said.

"That's my dog you fucking idiot," Luke remarked, annoyance lacing his voice.

"Well I know that now!" Cal replied.

By now everyone was awake, sleeping through Calum's blood curdling scream is kind of difficult anyway.

"I hate you," Ashton threw a pillow at Calum. "It's 7:30 on a freaking Saturday and I am awake."

"Yeah fuck you Calum," Michael spoke up.

Molly, Luke's dog was happily prancing around the living room. Excited that everybody was awake and that she'd get attention.

"Come on Char," Luke grumbled as he pushed himself off the couch.

I looked at him puzzled, "huh?"

"My room," he looked at me as if I should've gotten that the first time.

Without another question I stood up and followed Luke to the stairs.

"Oooooh," Michael wiggled his eyebrows at us.

"What are you two gonna do?" Ashton smirked, now sat on the couch.

"Just shoot me a text and we'll turn on the television," Cal winked.

"Oh fuck off," the blond groaned as he pulled me up to his room.

Luke's room looks as it usually does: super fucking messy. Clothes were everywhere, everywhere. His blankets were all bunched up on his bed and both his dresser and nightstand were covered in useless things that Luke definitely does mot need.