Gate Seven || L.H.

Hour Thirty Two

Luke decided he didn't want to leave.

"We have to," I reasoned. "You're fucking claustrophobic for Gods sake."

"Yeah but I like it in here with you," he whined, wrapping his arms around my waist and kicking like a little kid. I laughed and messed up his hair before pulling my laptop over and opening Skype, calling Michael.

"What do you want Hemm- Oh hey Lily," he said casually.

"Can you tell Luke we have to leave the elevator and that we can't stay in here forever?" I asked him. He shrugged, so I shoved the computer at Luke. "Talk to Clifford."

"Hey!" He protested. Luke just laughed. "What's up Clifford the big red boy?"

"I'll rip your fucking head off Hemmings," he snapped.

"Michael, you're so mean and violent," Luke pouted.

"Shut up and get over to London. The idiots miss you," Michael snapped.

"And you don't?"

"Not even a little."

"Michael cried for months when you left!" Calum called from somewhere in the back.

"Shut up Thomas!" Michael shouted. "I have to go. But as soon as you're out of there, you're both getting on the next flight to London. Got it?"

"Shut up," Luke chuckled. "See you soon ginger."

"I'll snap your fucking neck," Michael smiled. Then he hung up, so Luke passed me my computer and I thought of something I should've done a while ago. I sent an email to my parents. I told them that I had no service in the elevator that I was trapped in, that I had met a boy and that I would be going to London as soon as I was out. I told them I loved them and finally appreciated being sent out of my room. Then I sent it and looked up, being shocked at what I saw. Luke had spilled the contents of his suitcase all over the elevator so you couldn't even see the floor.

"What the fuck?" I asked him.

"I don't want to leave," he groaned, laying face down on the floor. "I don't want anything to change."

"You keep saying that, but things are only going to change if you change them," I told him. "Stop freaking out about this. Everything's going to be okay, as long as we keep it okay. So, chill."

"I guess this was kind of dumb," he muttered. "Throwing my stuff all over the elevator wasn't going to keep us from leaving."

"Exactly stupid," I giggled. "Clean it up."

"I don't want toooo," he whined, crawling over to knock me to the ground. I just laughed at him and messed with his hair, relaxing back lazily.

After about an hour of just laying there with Luke, running my fingers softly through his hair, I pushed him a bit and said, "Come on."

"What?" He asked, sitting up with me.

"We have to clean up," I told him.

"We'll be out of here in like, three hours. We should have our stuff ready to go."

"Fine," Luke huffed, starting to put his stuff back in his suitcase. I put my stuff away too and made sure to get dressed while Luke wasn't paying attention. I pulled on some ripped skinny jeans and a black tank top with some black vans and a grey cardigan. Then I pulled a brush through my hair and started chewing on some mint gum.

After I finished getting all my stuff together I was exhausted.

"Why're you so tired?" Luke asked, coming over to me. I cuddled into his chest and murmured, "Cleaning. My room is never really that messy, so cleaning isn't too hard. This was crazy." Luke just laughed. "Go to sleep then," he said softly, running his hands through my hair. I didn't even answer him, simply shutting my eyes and let the comforting feeling of Luke wash over me.