Dares

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Faith's POV:

I wake up to someone pounding on our door, "FAITH WILLIAMS! LUKE HEMMINGS WAKE UP!" It's our second day here and we still aren't too fond of the whole jet lag.

I jump up and run over to Luke and shake him awake. He groans and pulls the pillow over his head, I smack his arm and start walking over to the door, brushing my fingers through my hair. I open the door and smile at the annoyed Mr. Mullins.

"Faith you two are supposed to be downstairs already!" He yells.

"Mr. Mullin's I am so sorry but we aren't very good with waking up on time," I say scratching my head.

"Okay well today was literally the ONE DAY you had to get up and you two blew it," He says putting his head in his hands, "All we're doing today is touring and stuff so just stay here as a "punishment" he says making quotation marks with his fingers.

You see yesterday they let us have an off day so that we could hopefully all recover from jet lag but Lukas is struggling.

I nod and slowly close the door. I walk over to Luke's bed and lay next to him, "Good morning lazy ass," I whisper in his ear.

"Shut the fuck up," he groans, rolling over to face me. I sit up and smile and he rubs his eyes, "I'm tiiirreeedd.." He continues to groan.

He grabs my arms and pulls me closer to him. This is just what happened to Bailey and Ashton. How ironic. I adjust my body so that I am comfortable and close my eyes. We have nothing better to do so why not just go back to bed. He breaths heavily down my neck which causes me to shiver, I try to relax and end up falling asleep.

I wake up a few hours later to Luke scrambling through the dresser. "Do you need anything?" I ask sitting up, rubbing my eyes.

"I think I lost something," He says looking through his stuff.

"And what might that be?" I ask, smirking.

"Can't say."

"Okay then," I say stepping out of bed, "Oh and we're basically on hotel arrest because we didn't get up on time."

I walk over to the nightstand and grab the remote. I stand in place and stretched and then my legs got cold so I went back and jumped into Luke's bed cause it's still warm.

I flip through the channels trying to find football because like Neymar plays for PSG, and PSG is in Paris.... Where am I? PARIS!! I finally came across PSG playing Barcelona which also never happens because ya know... Spain.... France. Well lucky me.

I pull the blankets over my mouth trying not to scream. Luke was in the bathroom showering and I was trying not to scare him on the first day. I bite my tongue as Neymar passes it to Mbappe. Kylan was good but sometimes got a little cocky. Nothing time can't fix.

Half time comes around and Luke is sitting next to me. He's mostly on his phone but here and there he'll actually watch the game. It comes back on and it's 2-1 Barca. I love these types of games because I personally feel like Messi shaped Neymar as a player... that's just my opinion of course.

"Pique! You can't dribble through the midfield you're defense!" I yell, throwing my hands in the air. Luke flinches as I yell and scoots away from me, "Oh shut up," I say putting my hands on my forehead. I love my Spanish teams but sometimes they can be so stupid. Like who thinks oh I'm a defender, I think I'll dribble up and score! The answer NO ONE!

"GOOAAAALLL," the announcer yells, and I groan. PSG just scored.

"Uuuughh," I say pulling the blankets over my head.