Adopted by Larry (Book 3)

Chapter Three: Please, Don't Hurt Me

TRIPLE UPDATE I'M ON A ROLL. BOW DOWN.

Lucas' POV

I awoke the next morning to the pleasant sound of screaming, cussing, and banging. Then I remembered, Oh yeah, I'm at my uncle 5SOS' house...

What really pissed me off, though, was I had school tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, it's not that bad, but I hate doing work because I'm really lazy and I don't like most of the people there except Kaitlyn and my two best mates on the footy team. Riley and Court.

My dads were picking me up sometime today since it was Sunday and I groggily got out of Mikey's bed that I fell asleep in and walked down the hallway and into the living room right outside the hallway to see Calum butt naked, strumming a guitar, Ashton banging on his drums shirtless, Mikey stuffing his face with pizza at the breakfast bar (kitchen island), sitting on a stool and Luke was twirling around in a pink ballerina tutu. Just normal 5SOS stuff.

I mumbled good morning to no one in particular and I got shouted 'morning' back by them but they were distracted by what they were doing to really care.

"AYYYYE AYYYYYYE AYYYYYYYE! CALUM LOOKED SO PERFECT STANDIN THERE WITH HIS REAR ON SHOW AND ASIAN HAIR AND I KNOW NOW THAT I'M SO DOWWWN!" Ash screamed out, banging away on the drums. I rolled my eyes and decided to see what was in the fridge. Let's see....pizza, pizza, pizza...and more pizza. Oh, and pineapple and soda. They have nothing for breakfast. How are they not fat? Do they work out? Probably not.

"Mikey, do you work out?" I speak my mind.

Mikey looks at me before erupting into laughter, wiping a tear falling from his eye. "Oh, that's great. Of course not! Unless you call gaming exercise. The exercise I get is in my thumbs and my arm when I strum my guitar and play video games."

"Then how the hell are you so skinny?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Fast metabolism? I don't fucking know. What do I look like? Einstein?"

"Well, with that hair..." I tease playfully and he smacks me in the gut.

"The only one who works out really is Cal sometimes. Ash was just given by the grace of God a hot body and his drumming helps...and Luke...well....I don't even know how he got his massive hulk shoulders." Mikey shrugs, taking a bite of his pizza.

"Harry let's me use his treadmill a lot and Louis and I try to do press-ups at his footy practice, but we fail miserably. We can only do about ten. Then we collapse and watch the rest of his teammates do the work and Louis sits reading a magazine." I chuckle at the thought.

Louis takes me to his football practices all the time and Harry and I go to the games to cheer him on. We even where jerseys that say 'Stylinson 28'. His number changes a lot. It used to be 17. Uncle Stan's footy jersey is 18. It's fun to watch them play and Harry and I go to the locker rooms and the teammates just love me. They like to tease Louis a lot.

Louis has practice today and a game next Saturday and I cannot wait to go.

Knock Knock

"OI! EMOS! LET ME IN!" A familiar accented voice sounds from the front door.

"COMING!" Luke shouts, frolicing to the door and twirling before opening it. "Hi, Louis!"

"Hi, Luke! Where's LuLu? We have to get going cause we're going to lunch with some friends." I hear Louis say and I walk out from the kitchen and grab my over-night bag and wave goodbye to my uncles before getting into the black Range Rover where Papa is driving. His window is rolled down, elbow hanging out, one hand on the steering wheel with sunglasses on and his hair is messily swooped over his forehead and is long again.