Thin White Lies | a.i.

Thirteen

Lily wakes up the next morning to the sound of peaceful, light snores by her ear and her phone vibrating like crazy on the night stand beside her. She blinked a few times, willing the sleep out of her eyes as she reached for her phone, squinting at the screen in the dim morning light of the room.

From: Mumma
Lily Anne Hemmings where the hell are you? You better have a damn good excuse for not returning back to our room last night.

To: Mumma
From: Lily
I'm sorry mum I'm safe, I swear! I'm in Ashton and Calum's room.

From: Mumma
I went to sleep last night assuming you would be coming to sleep too? So why are you not here, asleep?

To: Mumma
From: Lily
I'm sorry mumma, I fell asleep in the taxi home and I guess Ash didn't want to wake you. I just woke up on their couch xx

Lily bit her lip as she sent her mother a flat out lie. She'd been perfectly awake when their cab pulled up last night, and her place of slumber was hardly as innocent as the couch. She distinctively remembered arriving home the night before, Ashton throwing her one of his hoodies to sleep in. She'd thrown it on in his hotel bedroom while Ashton had showered, and the pair crawled into bed together, cuddled up and not worried about the consequences that the morning could bring.

Lily rolled over, facing the messy haired blond as quietly as she could, not wanting to wake him this early in the morning. She tucked a loose strand of his unruly hair behind his ear, and out of his face, making him stir in his peaceful state. Lily smiled to herself, thanking every possible God from every possible religion for letting last night happen. She'd missed him so damn much that it physically hurt, so finally getting to spend time with the boy was a blessing.

She sat up slowly, pushing the covers off her bare legs are carefully as she could, desperately trying not to wake the handsome boy before her. She smiled to herself as she made it all the way to his door, her clothes from the night before bunched in her arms as she creaked the door open gently.

"Lily?" Ash said, his voice sounding husky from a full night of sleep, it turned Lily's insides to mush as she let out a deep sigh, cursing herself silently for waking the light sleeper. "Where are you going, princess? Come here, I wanna cuddle."

Lily pouted dramatically, jutting her bottom lip out as she gave Ashton her best impression of puppy dog eyes. "I can't," she sulked. "Mum wants me back in her room. I gotta go get ready for today, anyway. I'll see you at breakfast downstairs?"

"Hmm," Ashton hummed in response, closing his eyes once more. So much for wanting to cuddle. Lily let herself chuckle lightly at the sleepy boy. He was far too cute beyond words.

So, Lily crept out of Ashton's room, and made her way down the hall, down the elevator to the floor below and into the room she was sharing with her mother. The room was far different to that of Ashton and Calum's. The boys had only beat them to the city by twenty or so hours, and yet their room looked like an actual bomb had gone off and left the boys to live in devistation and messy clothes. The room she shared with her mother, however, was bright white, with the curtains already open and her mother walking around in a white dressing gown and fluffy slippers, sipping orange juice from a champagne flute.

Liz stopped short at her daughters grand entrance, her eyes growing wide at the state of her daughter. Her hair was a mess, her legs completely bare as he held her clothes in her arms and her body was covered in only a hooded jumper that looked as though it most deffinately did not belong to her daughter.

"Lily Hemmings, who's clothes are you wearing?" Liz questioned, her tone seeming somewhat bitter.

"Mum!" Lily drawled, throwing her head back in a whine. "Don't be mad at me, we're in Paris! And I hadn't seen the boys in so long! I'm sorry that I wanted to spend a little more time with them."