floriography [ stories five ]

virginia creeper || hotel days

[ virginia creeper - 'i cling to thee'
song - summer days by martin garrix featuring macklemore and patrick stump

⚠️ - uh,,, language and the affair tbh

lewis' pov
yeet this is disjointed but vaguely based on parts of my weekend i hope you enjoy

stay safe!
lew. ]

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Really, it just shows how fucking exhausted I am when I practically start begging Logan to carry me.

He tells me no at first, but within moments, I'm yawning and trying to keep my balance. He sighs so softly that I can barely hear it, then he's caving and scooping me up. "It's a good thing our stuff is already there, or else I couldn't carry you."

I just hum, securing my arms around his neck before closing my eyes. "Love you, man. You're the best."

"I know."

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"Can we go get in the pool?" I find myself asking. It's so restless, waiting around while Logan fucks around on guitar. I'm full of nervous energy, so I'm pacing the room, stopping to give my best friend plenty of pleading and tired looks.

Logan stops and sets the guitar aside, leaning back a little bit. "I guess we can. The hot tub sounds like a good idea right now."

"Great. I'll text Jon, so him and Spence will meet us down there."

Within ten minutes or so, all of us are in the water. I've convinced Logan to get in the pool first, and as soon as his feet touch the bottom, I wrap my arms around his neck again and my legs around his waist to cling to his back. Mostly, it's so I can just have him pull me around.

He doesn't say anything, even when I close my eyes and hold him tighter. I trust him, and he knows that I can't actually swim, so he's not going to be a total asshole and dunk me.

After a little bit, though, the loud banter and splashing stops, and Spencer's voice cuts through the sounds of the pumps and filters. "Why are you on Logan's back?"

"'Cuz I can't swim and I'm tired now," I mumble. I really don't want the conversation to take a turn, because dammit, as much as I love the guys, they don't need to know that me and Logan have been sleeping together. They don't need to know that he's cheating on his boyfriend and I'm helping him do that.

"That's fair, I guess."

The next thing I hear is a giant splash and Logan's loud laughter. When I open my eyes, I see that Spencer must've attacked Jon, possibly to try and get him to hold him. It's laughable, but really, all I can manage is a weary chuckle before I'm laying my head back down on Logan's shoulder.

"You're exhausted. Why'd you even wanna come down here?" Logan asks, turning his head to look at me. I can't help but smile when our eyes meet, partially because of him and partially because Jon and Spencer are still trying to drown each other in the background.

"You needed to take a break. You looked like you were gonna smash your guitar if you kept working."

"And you look like you're going to fall asleep if you stay in the pool. Let's get you back to the room."

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I'm so tired of early wake up calls.

It's like... not even six in the morning when my phone rings, and all I can bring myself to do is groan and roll over, hiding my eyes in the fabric of Logan's shirt. I know he hasn't woken up yet, and that's why I don't feel bad about trying to fall back asleep.

When the pounding on our door starts, I'm still exhausted, and it's reluctantly that I even pull myself out of Logan's warm embrace to see who it is. Of-fucking-course, it's the guys, but instead of opening the door for them then, I just kick the keycard under it to buy myself a few extra seconds to get back in bed.

I barely get underneath the covers before the door opens and the rest of my band just dives on to the bed, making Logan sit up and rub his eyes. "What the fuck."

"You two were supposed to meet us in the lobby five minutes ago," Jon informs us. "We're leaving for the interview in ten."

"Then... get the hell out so we can get ready?" I end up phrasing it like a question, like a complete idiot.

"Oh... I guess." Spencer's the one that drags Jon back out the door.

Barely any time passes between the click of the lock and the press of my lips against Logan's. It's kind of gross, because morning breath and everything, but we won't have time later for anything. His hand curves around my cheekbone, and it makes that stupid crush I've got on him intensify.

Fucking feelings.

It isn't long before I pull away and grab my clothes. I lock the bathroom door while I get dressed and do my eyeliner. I can hear him moving around, which is a good thing, I guess.

I don't like the person I'm becoming, because mostly sober me isn't supposed to sleep around. I'm compromising the morals I set after the move, just because I think I love someone else's boyfriend. It's not right.

It's not right, but the way our hands fit together when we're alone and I need comfort makes me conveniently forget that fact.