𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ♚ 𝐥.𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

26 - wanna go to a concert?

Saturday morning.

Luke woke up to the sunlight peeking through the grey curtains and his head nuzzled into the crook of Lyla's neck. She was still wrapped in the blonde's arms, leg entwined, and the puffy blanket Lyla insisted on– currently on the verge of falling off the bed.

He took the time to observe the girl, the biggest surprise of it all was how Lyla managed to sleep without feeling the need to tie her hair up. From when Ashton was going through his shaggy [from Scooby Doo] phase – or at least that's what the boys referred to it as. He constantly complained about how his hair got in his face and made sleeping uncomfortable.

Luke brushed the stray hairs away from the girl's face, tucking the strands behind her ears. He thought that the small action would cause her to stir awake, but no, Lyla stayed deep in her slumber with no intent on waking up. Luke could not simply leave her; he did not want to leave Lyla alone to wake up to an empty bed. So, Luke waited. Then again, he didn't have to wait long since the girl woke up five minutes later.

Sitting up and running her fingers through her hair, Lyla turned her head to meet the gaze of the blue eyes that had been focused on her for the last few minutes. "Hi," she spoke, resting back on the headboard.

"Hi," he rasped. Luke didn't know what feeling or thought had just appeared in the back of his mind, if anything, he would have sworn that the small voice in his head wanted him to kiss her. Which is crazy, considering they barely know each other– right? "How did you sleep?"

Lyla checked the marks on her arms caused by the sheets and pillows, usually, that was a sign that she slept like a baby – which she did. "I slept great, how about you?" Maybe being so close to Luke helped her the process, it was common for her to wake up extremely early when sleeping over at someone else's house due to discomfort of some sort. However, this case was different.

"Oh, yeah same."

A silence fell over the two, Lyla wasn't sure if she enjoyed the lingering quiet or hated them. She always wanted to talk to Luke, see the dimples on the side of his cheeks, and see the smile that felt so rare. What Lyla did was hard for her to say, but she overcame the anxiety and spoke out.

"Hey, um, there's this concert tonight and well Maria and I were meant to go but she told me that Michael had plans." Lyla said, "This artist that's playing, he's really cool– you've probably heard of him– but he's a rapper, well now he's drifted to pop-punk. So Maria doesn't really like his music," she rambled,

"And he's been working with Travis Barker– you know the drummer from Blink One-Eighty-Two– and well, do you know Machine Gun Kelly?" Lyla sighed, fed up with how pathetic she sounded and the sudden incapability of forming coherent sentences was.

"Yeah, I've heard of him," Luke said, he was amused and felt the slightest bit prideful that Lyla was inviting him out instead of Calum. Lyla would have asked Calum instead. But she saw Luke as a better fit since the other boy would probably be busy running another frat party and making sure it doesn't get too out of hand.

"Cool, cool, so, um – I was wondering if you wanted to come with me tonight." Lyla said, "It's fine if you can't, I can always ask someone else, but it would be nice if you wanted to come with."

Luke smirked, "Yeah, I'll come with you."

Lyla smiled, relieved that Luke agreed. Her heart slowed down its rapid pace and she internally calmed down, "Really?" She questioned, Luke, nodded in response, only causing a slight pink to stain the girl's cheeks, "Great. Um, it's not a big thing, it's actually at a little venue...place?"