That Boy (L. H)

So Many Questions, Not So Many Answered.

Okay so here's the chapter and I'm sorry it's shitty but yeah I've got something planed for this so uh yeah don't kill me please.

- Abby

"Stevie? Stevie wake up." Someone lightly pushes me while whispering my name. I groan and burry my face in my pillow and I hear someone chuckle.

"C'mon Stevie. We've got to meet the boys down stairs for breakfast in an hour or so." Michael says (I only now realized that the only other person in here is Michael).

I slowly open my eyes and I meet Michael greenish eyes with my blue ones.

I don't move and neither does Michael. He sighs, "You gotta get up."

I blink and sit up, running a hand through my messy curls. He chuckles as I yawn. I throw the blanket off me and get out of the oh so comfy bed and walk towards my suitcase.

I grab out my yellow and black leggings and a long black sweater and a dark blue tank top along with clean under clothes also.

I make my way to the washroom and have my shower.

That's when I start to think.....

Who's this girl that Luke, um, 'met up' with? Is she nice? What's her name? How old is she? Did her and Luke ever, well considering that he spent the night at her house after going to a club I'm pretty sure he had sex with her.

I shake my head to rid of those thoughts and wash my hair and my body and then I step out. I quickly dry off and put on my clothes then throw my hair up into a really messy bun. I put on a tiny bit of mascara and some cherry lip bomb.

I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror.

Why did Luke cheat in the first place? Was it my hair? Or my eyes? Or did he just want to get into my pants?

So many questions, not so many answers.

Michael knocks on the door and his voice sounds worried as it comes through the wood of the door. "Stevie? You okay?"

I shake my head and open the door, plastering a fake ass fuck smile in my face. Michael gives me a knowing look and it quickly vanishes and is replaced with frown.

I look over Michael and see he's wearing a red and black plaid shirt and black skinny jeans and his - now white- hair is all over the place.

"C'mon." He says motioning for me to follow him.

I grab my phone off the charger and my headphones and we leave the room not after me grabbing both room keys.

We wait for the elevate to come and I lean against the wall.

"Your awfully quiet." He says glancing up from his phone. I just shrug. There's no need to talk I guess.

He sighs, "Stevie Rae you can't let what Luke did consume your life. Your a beautiful girl who has so much potential."

I look down and blush at Michael's kind words. Right okay.

The elevator comes and we both get on and ride down it in quietness.

We walk out of the elevator and I follow him into the lobby and I hear low chatter.

Michael walks over and I slowly follow as all eyes turn to us as they stop talking- if I could even call it that, more like murmurs and glares- as Michael takes a seat and I sit in between Ashton and Michael while Calum's across from me and Luke's at the other end in front of Ashton who keeps sending him hatful glares.

If looks could kill I'm pretty sure Luke would have been dead over 10000 times already.

"Got you some breakfast." Ashton say handing me a plate with bacon, scrambled egg and toast with butter on it. I give him a smile and he returns it.

I turn back to the food and begin eating it. I silently moan at how good it taste and I guess it wasn't that silent because Ashton shoots me an amused expression as I feel my face blaze with embarrassment.

I feel his hand grab mine from under the table and I intwine our fingers together as he grins down at his food.

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After breakfast we all head back to our rooms to get ready because the boys have an interview in a few hours and they have to get together and shit. Whatever.

I flop onto my bed and grab out my phone and open up Facebook. Don't no why because Facebook is kinda pointless. Yes it helps me keep in touch with people but if I leave them I do it for a reason and I don't want to talk with them again probably.

Oh well.