Last Dance || 5sos

Chapter Thirty Three

"I'm beyond tired," I sigh, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to brush my teeth. Luke is standing beside me, leaning up against the wall. "Today has been one hell of a day," I finish after rinsing. Luke plays with my hair, pulling it back for me as I wash my face. 

"I know," Luke smiles. "But did you have a good birthday?" he asks, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I smile, tipping my head back to look at him.

"Yes, other than every single embarrassing moment," I laugh.

"Oh, you mean the entire night?" he teases.

"Shut up!" I squeal, swatting at him. "I'm too tired to fight you on that," I mumble. 

"Then maybe we should get you to bed," Luke chuckles. I shake my head.

"Too tired to walk to bed." Suddenly, Luke picks me up, unexpectedly, and carries me into my bedroom, putting me down on the bed. I've already gotten changed into my pajamas. "Why thank you," I smile, laying back. "Can you close the door?" I ask. He does, walking over to the bed. He's wearing sweats and a t-shirt. I check my phone before bed, and notice that Ashton had texted me, asking about what day I was free. I told him I would get back to him, and placed my phone on the bedside table. When I look back at Luke, his t-shirt is missing.

"Do you always go to bed shirtless?" I ask him, raising my eyebrows. I hadn't really noticed his body when he was shirtless earlier. I was too busy making a fool of myself, sadly.

"Only when I sleep with someone else," he says. I scowl at him and he laughs. "I'm kidding," he promises. Luke climbs into bed with me, getting under the covers. I turn the light off before climbing under as well. "Come here," Luke whispers. I scoot closer to him, snuggling up next to him under the covers. He places a kiss on my forehead, smiling. He wraps his arms around me and places his chin on my head while I nuzzle into the crook of his neck. 

"I just want you to hold me while I fall asleep," I mumble. 

"I will," Luke says. "You're a good cuddler," he laughs.

"You're easy to cuddle with," I admit. Luke's laying on his back, and I'm laying on my side. We're both pretty much smack in the middle of my bed, that now that I think about it, is a bit small for two people, but cozy, I suppose. 

"Is that the lack of sleep talking?" he asks in a teasing manor. I shake my head.

"No; I just really like cuddling you." 

"Well, I'm glad. Goodnight, Noelle," he whispers. 

"Mm..." I mumble, falling asleep faster than I can process my words. Even in my sleep, I keep one hand pressed against Luke's chest, but he doesn't seem to mind. As I fall asleep, I think to myself that I could do this possibly forever; fall asleep next to him. I don't want to get ahead of myself, but sleeping next to him just makes me happy.

***

Luke has stayed over for a few days now, but he's going to hang out with his friends today, so I've made plans with Ashton. My mother seems to want him around more than I do, which is really starting to freak me out. But since she'd rather he be here than alone even though he is eighteen, he's been staying here since Christmas. I say goodbye to Luke when he leaves. He knows that Ashton is coming to pick me up and bring me ice skating; I had to tell him. It made him feel better to know that Ashton is seeing someone now also, currently. 

A few minutes after Luke leaves, Ashton picks me up, and we head to the skate rink. "So, are you ready to be schooled in ice skating?" I ask him.

"What? Do you mean are you ready? I'm much better at ice skating than you, Noe." I gasp.