Cherry / l.h ✔️

7

~Violet's POV~

They all nodded and I lead them upstairs, grabbing the pack of boxers and tossing it into Calum's hands. "Sort those out for yourselves." I said, opening the drawer with my brother's clothes. "Also, go ahead and choose whatever." I shrugged.

I went in my room and changed into pajamas, then left the room to sort out where they'd all be sleeping. "We only have three guest bedrooms, guys. Are two of you okay with sharing?" I asked. Luke shrugged, "I don't care if I have to share with someone." He said. Michael, Ashton, and Calum all shook their heads. "I'd rather not share." They all said. "I like my space." Ashton shrugged.

I rolled my eyes, "Fine. Luke, you can just share my bed, then." I sighed, tired. I assigned them all their bedrooms, definitely not missing the suggestive eyebrow movements that Calum, Michael, and Ashton were giving me and Luke. "Have fun!" Michael teased, causing my jaw to drop. "Not really, though. Other people are trying to sleep." Calum said, shaking his head.

Luke snorted and I walked into my room, ignoring Ash's giggles in the hallway as Luke followed me in.

I closed my bedroom door and looked up at Luke, who was unmaking my bed so he could lay down. For a moment, I debated on putting a pillow between us, but decided against it. I only had two pillows, anyways, and I didn't feel like going on a search for a third one.

"Are you done?" I asked, and he nodded, so I turned off the light, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness before heading over to my bed. Luke looked down at me, pressing his hands into my mattress as he leaned down. "Is it okay if I take a shower?" He asked, and I nodded. "Yeah." I muttered.

He disappeared into my bathroom and then came out a few minutes later, a confused look on his face. "How do you turn on the shower?" He frowned. I quietly laughed as I stood up and brushed past him to get into the bathroom. "Come here." I waved him over, showing him how the shower worked. His face relaxed in understanding as he nodded, getting it now. "The towels are in that closet." I said, pointing to the corner of the room before I left and shut the door.

I crawled back into bed and turned on Supernatural, curling up beneath my blanket. Luke emerged from the bathroom around twenty minutes later, steam pouring out of the bathroom behind him. I looked up and saw he didn't have a shirt on again, just sweatpants.

"Why do you insist on not wearing a shirt?" I yawned, folding my legs beneath me as I sat up. He shrugged, his necklace reflecting off the light of the TV. "It's comfortable." He muttered. "Fair enough." I nodded.  I looked around for the remote to turn off the TV, but saw I'd left it on my dresser. I got up and grabbed it, turning the TV off before setting the remote down again.

I carefully walked back over to my bed, not wanting to trip over anything and fall on my face. I blinked tiredly, my eyelids feeling heavy as I crawled into bed, rubbing at my eyes.

As I laid down beneath my covers, I knew Luke was already in bed beside me because I could feel him moving a little. I tried not to be so aware of his silent presence, to not focus so much on him beside me, but I felt like I couldn't. I was so aware of him beside me that I almost didn't want to move to get comfortable, just out of fear of annoying him.

All I could hear was the soft sound of our breathing, but I felt like mine was loud. I decided I needed to calm down because this was my bedroom. If he didn't like something, he could sleep on the couch. So I rolled onto my side, first facing away from him before I got uncomfortable and rolled onto my other side, facing him.

I sighed softly, eventually managing to fall asleep as I curled my legs up.

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I was aware of was the grip around my waist and the warm breath fanning against my neck. I opened my eyes quickly, looking down to see that my blanket had somehow made its way off my bed. Luke and I were laid on the right side of my bed, his left arm wrapped around my waist.

His head had ended up tucked in my neck, his breath softly fanning over my neck. I placed my hands on his shoulders, carefully pushing him back so he wouldn't wake up and I could move. His grip around my waist tightened as he stirred a little, pulling me closer. I sighed quietly, trying to distance myself from Luke.

I waited for a moment, thinking maybe he'd let go, but he didn't. I tapped him lightly on the shoulder, trying to wake him up so I could get a shower. He didn't move, so I softly shook his shoulder until he softly groaned. His eyes peeled open and he looked down at me, his hand digging into my lower back for a second as he blinked tiredly.

I could tell by the sleepy look on his face, he was still processing where he was. His eyes wandered around before he paused, his eyes darting back over to me. He glanced down at the arm he had locked around me and he quickly removed it, "Shit, sorry." He cursed, his voice husky from sleep.

I moved away, giving an awkward nod of the head. "It's okay." I muttered, grabbing my blanket from off the floor and pulling it back on my bed. I got up and grabbed a change of clothes before heading into the bathroom to take a shower, locking the door. I left the bathroom when I was finished, expecting that Luke would be awake.

He was asleep, though, the blanket on the floor again as he slept on his stomach. His sweatpants had rode down a little, exposing the band of his boxers. My eyes trailed down to his backside before wandering up the length of his back and, when I realized I was staring at him like a creep, I looked away quickly.

I picked up the blanket and laid it over the bed again, but Luke pushed it off as he rolled onto his back, his eyes peeling open. I frowned, "Would you quit kicking this off the bed?" I sighed, picking it up off the floor again. He mumbled something incoherently in response, sitting up on his hands.

"You've got a nice mattress." Luke yawned, flopping onto his back again, his arms spread out beside him. My lips twitched up in a smile, "You should probably get up. It's nearly noon." I said, leaning over my mattress to lightly shake his shoulder when he started falling asleep again. Luke sighed loudly, "But I'm tired. Besides, no-one else is awake except you. What do you expect to do?" He whined.

"Are you trying to suggest something to me, Violet?" He teased, opening one eye as he looked up at me, his lips quirked up in the slightest. I stared at him blankly, "Yeah, okay. You wish." I snorted, hitting him with my pillow.

My heart swelled when his mouth grew into a wide smile, his pearly whites on display. He had one of the prettiest smiles I'd ever seen, but I didn't see myself telling him that. "Fine, fine." He sighed, "I'll get up." He muttered, sitting up onto his knees before he crawled off of my bed. He stood in front of me and I stepped back, trying to not stare at his chest.

Luke moved past me, his bare torso brushing against me as he walked into my bathroom. I sat down on my bed, playing games on my phone until Luke emerged from my bathroom, causing me to look up. My jaw dropped when he came out in nothing but a towel, water droplets rolling down his chest.

"Oh, my god!" I exclaimed, slapping my hand over my eyes and squeezing them shut. "Where are your clothes?!" I cried.