Beauty and the Beast || cake a.u.

~ s e v e n ~

Published 08/18/14

Dedicated to guydelrey

Please read the bolded part of the authors note at the end of this chapter!

Pulling away from Michael after the required 7 seconds, I stand up and leave the room. I am out of there before I can see any reaction from Michael or hear any shit from the rest of the crowd.

Luke.

The only thing that I can think of is that tall blonde boy who bolted out of the room like a bullet train when I connected my lips with Michaels.

In any other situation, it would be that kiss on my mind, consuming all my thoughts. What will happen to our friendship? Will we be the laughing stock at school? Will Jessica hate me?

But in this particular moment, none of those questions matter to me. The only question that I need the answer to is where the fuck is Lucas?

I mean, once I find him there will be many more questions, but righ.t now I figure finding him should be my number one focus.

Okay, so, for the 10 seconds I saw him in my peripheral vision, what was he wearing?

He had a quiff, black skinny jeans, and a..... I can just remember seeing white.

 Wow Calum, great. You've only narrowed it down to all the guys and half the girls.

I sigh as I walk around the main floor, finding no sign of the blonde beauty that I can't stand to be around. I see the game of kissers still going on in the living room. I see the people in the kitchen getting drunk off their asses. I see the sluts in the corner exchanging a little PDA. Yet, no matter how hard I look, I cannot find Luke anywhere in this teenager infested household.

I'm making my way back to the front of the house to re-search the entire main floor when I think of something. How did I not think of this before? I push my way through the drunk man whores and their half-naked female acquaintances as I try to find the stairs Luke lead me to yesterday.

I find the stair case easily, jumping the steps two at a time as I make my way up. Of course, skipping steps brings me to the top in no time at all. I start to make my way down the hall, trying to remember which of the white doors opens into his large bedroom. I stop in the middle of the hall and look at the doors on either side of me. They look exactly the same as each other and as every other door in the damned hallway.

Giving up, I open the door to my left furiously. I step into the room that isn't Luke's, but also isn't unoccupied.

I can hear the tears.

I walk into the room, seeing a young boy curled up beside the single bed in the centre. I walk towards the boy, silently hoping it's Luke but realizing the black hair that is matted down on this boy's head. I sit beside the weeping boy and clear my throat to let him know I'm beside him. He looks up and his puffy red eyes widen. Judging by his expression, he is just as surprised to see me as I am him.

"Lyal?" I whisper, seeing his surprised eyes grow panicked. Worried, I grab his wrists as he tries to stand and leave. I pull him back down beside me and pull him into my side, holding him safely in my arms. He was always unstable like this, always needed supporting. I remember when he used to break down about the smallest things. It was never annoying to me like it was for the other guys, especially Joseph. In these times, all Lyal needs is supporting.

"Calum, don't you dare ask me what's wrong," he whispered into my side between small sobs. Honestly, Lyal sounded like a girl when he was sad. The things he said resembled female speech in more ways than one.