Lost in Japan // lh+sm

chapter two

Several drinks later and a packet of chips he couldn't read even if he wanted to, he was seeing double his friends and hearing triple of their voices. He felt the alcohol in his veins, pumping through him and giving him the energy he didn't think he needed but still took. He wished he would have had more to eat so he wasn't so smashed, but he couldn't deny that he missed the feeling of being so loose and carefree.

Either he's completely out of it, or he just heard Michael say he'd marry Ryan Reynolds if they weren't both taken. Not that he'd blame him if he really said that. He'd love to date him, though he's not sure Blake would be happy about it. He's fucking Deadpool and the Green Lantern.

"Okay okay okay," Jack shouted and they looked at him as he leaned forward in his seat. "- fuck, marry, kill: Justin Bieber, Post Malone, and Pete Davidson."

"Two of them are engaged." Kaitlin pointed out and the man shrugged his shoulders.

"So? Ryan is married, but Michael would still hit it." Jack retorted and Luke giggled as he thought about how weird it would be to kiss Post Malone with his mustache. People said it looked like two dogs kissing, why would he kiss that? Could he feel the shape of them if they kissed?

He'd probably kiss the man just to find out. That'd be sick.

"The only JB I'd fuck is you." Ashton pointed at the older adult and the guitarist scoffed. "And I'm not even gay."

"Are you sure? That answer was pretty gay, bro." Calum insisted and they laughed as Luke looked at them as they bickered.

Luke's pretty gay. Ashton was fruity to him, but he can't tell if it's his 'gay-dar' that he set off or the 'I'm drunk and hope you're gay-dar' he was heavy on the red on. All he knows is that he's gay and he wouldn't fuck Jack. Not when he can get more press coverage from fucking Justin.

He didn't think Pete was attractive.

"I have one!" Crystal told them and then set her phone down on her lap before clearing her throat. Luke looked up at her as he awaited her three. "Fuck, marry, kill; Harry Styles, Charlie Puth, and Shawn Mendes."

"Fuck, that's hard." Alexa commented and Crystal nodded as she curled next to Michael again.

"Calum's gonna marry Charlie. He has a cutout that he sleeps with every night." Ashton snickered and Luke snorted as their bassist flipped them both off.

"Ashton would fuck Harry so he can get both the Styles siblings in his body count." The brunet shot back and Luke's eyes widened. He did not just say that. Maybe he is hearing things?

A chorus of 'oh's filled the room and Ashton went red in his face as he leaned into the couch more. He looked embarrassed almost. Luke laughed at the poor look on his face as his ex girlfriend was brought up.

"That was a long time ago!" He defended himself as he raised his glass to his mouth. "Don't bring that up..."

"So you'll all just kill Shawn? That's messed up." Michael gasped as he looked around the room. "Luke?"

"You know what," Luke spoke up. He didn't realize one of their friends was recording herself taking shots. "- I'd fuck Shawn. I'd marry him too. He seems like a-a good guy."

"Really?" Jack asked and he nodded. "Mendes?"

"Yes." Luke confirmed. "I-I can't date Harry, he's our friend and Ashton banged his sister. Charlie Puth is okay. He doesn't look gay though. He radiates heterosexuality."

"The more you name guys, they less straight you all become. Even you, Michael, and you have a girlfriend." Alexa told them all and Crystal laughed.

"If we name girls we can get in trouble, and by we, I really mean big Clifford over there." Ashton pointed with his thumb and they laughed. "At least with dudes we know we don't have a chance."

"Speak for yourself." Luke stuck his nose in the hair. "Just because you have history with sisters doesn't mean we all do."

"Because Shawn's totally gay for you." He scoffed and Luke chewed on his bottom lip. "He could kill you. He's massive."

"Good." Luke pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Maybe I want him to absolutely crush me."

"I can do it for ya'," Calum offered and held a hand out. "- breadstick."

"Fuck you!" Luke laughed with the rest of his friends. "Let it die already."

"What are you doing?" Crystal asked him and he opened Twitter after pulling his phone out.

"He's gonna make a fool of himself and tell Mendes to hit it." Ashton joked. Luke nodded.

"Bet."

"I'll give you fifty thousand yen if you tweet him that Zara Larsson tweet." Jack offered and Luke looked up at him. "The eggs one."

"Yeah?"

He watched Ashton curl his hands around his mouth into a makeshift bullhorn. "No balls!" He edged and Luke shook his head as he typed away on his phone. He saved a random photo off of Google and then felt someone peer over his shoulder.

"Oh my gosh, he's doing it!" He heard Alexa gasp and Luke ran his sore eyes over the tweet one last time before posting it. "He did it."

"Cough up my money, Barakat." Luke held his hand out as he picked up a glass of Sake. Michael laughed.

"I can feel the fans shitting themselves."

"That's gross, mate." Ashton commented as he looked at Michael. Luke glanced too. "Change yourself."

"Now we wait for a reply..." Jack told them and Luke stuck his tongue out as he leaned against his blonde friend's chest. "In the mean time... fuck, marry, kill; Tom Holland, Chris Pratt, and Liam Hemsworth?"

"Fuck."