Gate Seven || L.H.

Hour Twenty-One

I woke up to find myself curled up on Luke's lap while he was typing away on my computer. He seemed mad about something, but I wasn't sure what. I pretended to still be asleep so I could figure out what was wrong.

I peeked up to see him typing away furiously. It looked like an email.

"Lily, I know you're awake," he sighed, his hands stopping and resting on the keyboard.

"I thought I was doing a pretty good job of faking," I said, opening my eyes completely. I had my arms around Luke's waist, my head resting on his chest while my legs were curled up on top of his.

"I could tell by your breathing," he said, moving his hands from the keyboard to rest on my waist.

"Creep," I said. Luke stuck his tongue out at me and I giggled. Then he kissed the top of my head while I asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's my manager," Luke sighed, his lips still resting on my head. "He's been emailing me constantly for days, asking where I am. And it's not like he's concerned for me, like I might be lying face down in a ditch. In all of his emails he keeps talking about how if I don't get there soon, the venue is gonna be cancelled and I won't get my money back, which means his pay check will be smaller and he can't handle that. I'm just so done with him."

"Fire him," I shrugged."

"Can't."

"Why not?"

"Cause the boys' manager might not want me back in the band. I need to wait for their confirmation before I can fire this idiot," he sighed again, rubbing his face. I pouted, kissing his cheek gently before trying to think of something to do. Then I got it. "Tell him to stop being a douche cause if he keeps up this greediness, you've been looking into other managers to replace him."

Luke pondered my idea for a bit. Then he asked, "Do you have any professional pictures of yourself?"

"Um, yes," I said awkwardly. "Why?"

"In case my manager doesn't believe me, I'll send him your picture. Is it on your computer?"

I took the laptop from him and pulled up the picture from last year when my mom thought I could submit a job application online. That didn't work too well, but I still had the professionally taken picture my mom thought was a good idea on my laptop. I had my hair sleeked up in a bun and I was wearing a professional looking blouse.

"That's perfect," Luke breathed. "God, sometimes you really take my breath away."

"Shut it," I mumbled, pushing him lightly. He chuckled and kissed my cheek before saying, "I'm serious. Like, when you have sex hair, I just want to-"

"I don't need to hear the rest of that sentence," I interrupted quickly, placing a finger on Luke's lips. He smiled and kissed my finger before pulling his face back.

"You're a freak Lily."

"I'm pretty sure that's a line from Harry Potter."

"Your whole life is a Harry Potter movie without the magic."

"You're a dork Hemmings."

"You love it."

"...Shut up."

"Make me." He challenged, wiggling his eyebrows. I thought for a moment before digging in Luke's bag and reemerging with a pair of socks I stuffed in his mouth. Luke stared at me while I shrugged. "You said make me."

"Jerk," he muttered after he pulled the socks from his mouth.

"You love it," I mocked.

"Yeah," Luke sighed, smiling happily.