Complications ||L.H.||

6

Michael's POV

In the morning, the only sounds I could here was the pounding in my head and the slight creak of the bus. My clothes were damp and smelled strongly of beer, probably from Luke spilling beer all over me when he tripped down the stairs. He had lip stick all over his face. Nice.

I pulled aside the curtain to my bunk and rolled onto the freezing floor and groaned; stripping off my damp clothes and putting on the first clean pair of pants I could find.

Someone coughed behind me. The door to the kitchen was open and Bryn was sitting at the table eating a protein bar. My face turned the same color has my hair as I stood before her in nothing but my boxers. 

"I-I thought everyone was asleep," I stammered.

Bryn rolled her eyes. "Shut up and get dressed," she muttered, turning her attention back to her phone.

"Yes ma'am." I pulled pants on and took a seat next to her. "Whatcha watching?"

She handed me her phone without a word. It was one of Luke's Instagram videos from last night. Calum was helping him do a keg stand while a bunch of girls in tight, shiny, and attractive dresses clustered around them. 

When Cal turned Luke upside down his shirt slid down revealing his stomach and a bunch of girls with boobs hanging out of their shirts screamed so loud and high pitched it could break glass. That's when it ended. I handed Bryn her phone back. She took it and wiped her eyes.

"Hey, are you crying?"

"Nah, I'm fine," she assured me. 

"Hey its okay," I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. She shrugged me off and jumped up. Her face was a little splotchy.

"Seriously, I'm fine. I just," she paused, taking a deep breath, "I just need to get ready. And so do you! You guys have a show tonight."

She turned and walked straight into Luke, who grabbed her arm to keep her from falling. 

"Morning," he grinned. Bryn turned red, pushing past him with her head down. Luke stumbled into the room nearly tripping over he's feet and took a seat on the floor, rocking back and forth. 

"Uh, what are you doing?" I asked. I leaned over the table to get a better view. He was staring at the ceiling with wide eyes and tapping his knees.

"Looking at the stars," he mumbled. I followed his gaze and saw only vanilla pudding that got stuck to the ceiling in a snack-making attempt gone wrong. 

He was still drunk. I got up and patted his head then went to go check on the others. Calum was passed out on the couch with his butt in the hair and Ash fell asleep with an Xbox control in his hand. After turning on the lights, both groaned a little but didn't wake, so I pushed Calum over and whacked Ash with a pillow. 

"Ow, Mikey," Calum whined from the floor. 

"Get up you lazy asses," I smirked. 

"Alright, alright," Ash said. I nodded and turned around to get my own stuff when I was whammed in the back of the head with a pillow. "Revenge," Ashton giggled. 

"Oh it's on," I said picking up the nearest pillow and hitting him in the gut. 

"I want in!" Cal shouted, nailing us both in the stomach. 

This went on until we heard a crash in the bathroom and a long stream of cuss words. All three of us dropped our pillows and ran to the bathroom and found the door locked. I pounded on the door, but there was no response. Except for muffled crying.