Not Fine at All (Luke Hemmings a.u.)

Chapter 8

LUKE'S POV

Having Lucey here again was like a dream. As I grew tired and began to drift off, it became more an more difficult to differentiate between the past and the present, and I found myself blurring the lines between what was and what had been.

I didn't remember falling asleep that night on the excruciatingly lumpy couch, nor did I remember wrapping an arm around Lucey's thin waist in my sleep as she leaned her head against my broad shoulder, but I definitely remembered the vivid dream I had about us and I just couldn't seem to get it out of my head. It's not that it was anything extraordinary, really; it was just of one of the many times that I had coaxed Lucey into staying in bed with me all day, but it was enough to make me consider how much I missed days like that. We had been so happy.

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"Luke, hurry up! We are going to be late!" Lucey called from the bathroom, where she was finishing getting ready. I had yet to so much as make an effort to get out of bed.

"I don't see why we have to go," I grumbled, pulling a pillow over my face. We'd gone out last weekend and the weekend before that. I was sick of going out.

"We have to go, Lucas, because it's been forever since we've spent time with the boys and I already said we'd be there. Do we really have to go through this again?"

"Go through what again? Lu, you know I love spending time with the others as much as you do, but I miss spending time just the two of us, that's all."

I knew I was being whiny, but it seemed like all Lucey ever wanted to do anymore was be away from home and I didn't want it to become a habit. Part of me knew that she missed the glamorous life she used to live back home, but I still believed that I could be enough to keep her content on my own.

Lucey popped her head in the doorway as she worked on putting in her earrings. "We are always together though, whether we are with the boys or here at home. It's just that I feel like we're missing out on-- Oh, see! Calum just texted me asking where we are. We really need to get going! We can talk about this later." She said, waving her phone around wildly and pointing at the screen.

Somehow during her rant, I had managed to drag myself out of bed and slip on some sweatpants, though I'd stopped listening to Lucey's rambling at some point along the way. I made my way over to where she stood, leaning against the door frame.

"You know, we could just make up an excuse to get out of it," I said, reaching out and tucking a strand of Lucey's hair behind her ear. God, she was beautiful and I was still in awe as to how I had managed to make her mine.

"Yeah? And what brilliant excuse were you planning on using this time? Because I'm all out of ideas unless you want to reuse the bungee jumping story for the fifth time. No one believes it anyway, so if we're going to blatantly lie it should at least be humorous."

"Hmmm," I pondered before leaning in and planting a delicate kiss on her neck. "We could tell them that things got a little rough last night and that we are too stiff to move."

I knew the idea was no good when I suggested it, because the boys would never buy into the possibility of Lucey and I sleeping together. They knew she was pretty adamant about waiting, courtesy of the religious beliefs her parents self-righteous parents had brainwashed into her, but we all respected that. It wasn't even worth trying.

"Mhmm, right. Things got pretty hot," she scoffed, gesturing toward the unmade bed covered with brownie crumbs and stuffed animals from our out of control movie night. Yeah, we were wild partiers.