Living With Luke // 5SOS (Punk Luke Hemmings)

10. Questions

Mia's POV

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After five games of Jenga and Michael and I winning each round, we had to go home. Michael was going later that night, but the yells and cheers coming from his room were disturbing the other patients.

I pushed open the hospital doors, letting the cool September breeze flood in. I walked out with Luke and Ruby at my side while they discussed new tactics for the next game of Jenga.

"Okay, so, you pull out the one near the top, and I'll pull one out from the bottom. We'll win for sure." Ruby planned, earning a perplexed look from Luke.

"Wait, what? How would that work?"

"I don't know! I'm not good at thinking on the spot."

I ignored their conversation and waited for Luke to unlock the car, then took my place in the passenger seat. The other two got in, buckling up and still discussing.

"No, that won't work. What about if we-"

"Enough already!" I groaned, slumping down in my seat and putting my hands over my eyes. "This is getting tiring."

Ruby crossed her arms and gave me a hard look from the back. "Excuse me, Mia. We actually want to win, next time, so it's important to plan it all out, even if it does tire you out."

"Aw, come on. It's Jenga. It's not that hard."

"Or is that just what the winners say?" Luke questioned, wiggling his eyebrows. I giggled and smacked him playfully on the arm, leaning back in my seat.

"Well, that's my stop. I'll see you guys later. Or maybe never." Ruby smirked, getting out the car. I glared at her and gave her the finger as she winked and blew me a kiss, turning round and walking up the steps to her house.

"What?" Again, Luke looked confused. I shook my head, cringing.

"Nothing."

He shrugged and drove off again, and when we finally got home (which was ten minutes later), Luke just sat on the couch and frowned at his beeping phone.

"What's up?" I asked, sitting on the armrest of the sofa and leaning down closer to him.

He looked up, alarmed. "Uh, nothing. So, you didn't answer my question earlier on. You like Nirvana?"

"Well, duh. I'm not that kind of person who wears t shirts of bands she's never even heard of." That pissed me off so much. It just looked so hipster, and it made people think you were trying too hard. At least that's how I felt.

"I fucking hate that," Luke grinned, putting his phone back in his jacket pocket. "It's just humiliating yourself if someone asked you your favorite song of theirs."

"True that." I agreed, looking out the window next to the TV.

"Hey, where's Delilah?" Luke furrowed his eyebrows, followed by his eyes widening. "Shit!"

I ran upstairs with him and opened the door to find Delilah now brushing a huge doll head and attaching some hair clips to the long brown hair on the head.

We both sighed in relief, smiling at each other and leaning against both sides of the doorframe. Luke's crystal blue eyes stared into my own, the smile still there.

"Luke?"

"What?"

"You're staring." Delilah answered for me. He blushed a little and turned away, looking down at his feet. I giggled and cuddled Delilah, kissing her forehead lightly.

"Hey, are you okay? We're sorry we left you alone-"

"You did? But I was playing with my dolls all day. See?" She gestured towards the huge head and some skinny blonde dolls scattered on the floor. I nodded and smiled, ruffling her hair and walking out. Luke waved and followed me into my room, flopping down on my bed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, shutting the door and sitting up on the bed behind his head, crossing my legs and looking down at his eyes, which were the wrong way around.

"I don't know. Boredom?" He said it more like a question than a statement, but I shrugged it off and poked his forehead.

"Okay. Well, what do you want to do then? What's so interesting about my room?" I asked curiously.

"I just wanted to talk to you."

"Oh really?" I joked. "What's wrong with your room?"

"Nuh-uh. No one goes in there but me. And sometimes my mom." He told me, sitting up and turned his body around to face me, then crossed his long legs as well.

I giggled. "Fair enough. Hey, has Michael texted yet? I haven't heard anything from him since we left."

Luke shrugged. "He's fine. But he has to come out of there."

"Why?"

"My party, that's why."

"You're throwing a party? But we just went to Michael's." I said, confused.

"Ashton and Michael convinced me. I didn't want to throw it, since I knew that some random teenagers will end up getting drunk and making love in your room." Luke smirked.

"Ew! Luke! There is absolutely no way anyone is making love in my bed." I complained, cringing at the thought.

"Sure I can't tempt you?" He smirked even more, making me go as red as ever while I punched him on the arm.

"Ow!"

"You know I have a boyfriend, idiot."

"So? Lots of people do it."

"Do what? Cheat? No thanks."

"One night won't hurt."

"I think I'll pass." I sat up and saw my phone buzz. I read the new text message I received and was relieved to know it was only Calum.

Cal<3

Hey cutie<33 You busy tomorrow night?

Before I could reply, Luke grabbed the phone out of my hands and locked it, putting it down next to him. "No. No, okay? No. You're staying put."

"But-"

"No buts."

I sighed and took my phone back, setting it down on my beside table. "Fine, but what do I tell Calum?"

"Ignore him. Pretend your phone was broken or something."

"You mean lie to him?"

"Yeah. What's wrong with that?" Luke gave me a small shrug, resting his chin on his hands.

"In case you haven't noticed, we have a very trustworthy relationship." I told him, folding my arms over my long shirt. He laughed.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"So, you've never lied to him before, and you're sure he's never lied to you?"

"Pretty sure."

"Well, okay."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why are you asking me all these questions?"

"Is there a problem with it?"

"Yeah, actually, there is."

"And what's that?"

"Just stay out of my love life, Luke."

"No problem, sweetheart." He winked and got off the bed, leaving the room. Ugh.

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i said this once, i'll say it again. i didn't just make Mia wear Nirvana clothes because they're "cool" or whatever. i mean they are cool, but that's not the point. i make her wear them bc she actually likes the band okay and she doesn't just know Smells Like Teen Spirit oKay ily bye x