SINCE DAY ONE ― luke hemmings ?

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"Oh my god, do I have to see that again everyday?!" Calum's voice interjected my fun little moment that I flipped him off amidst a sleep deprived fit, and urged Luke to keep doing what he's doing.

"Believe me. I try my hardest to ignore it!" Ashton followed, forgetting he was sitting in front of the mirror while doing the glitter in his lids.

"You didn't even see half of what I did! They wouldn't stop kissing!" Michael retorted, surprising me for a second there for having zero awareness with my surroundings at all and blaming it all on lack of sleep—and Luke.

After that night, I could vividly remember he insisted to stay at my room the whole night while he watched me finished the bottle of whisky I managed to sneak out of the bar. I remember passing out on his chest after kissing him endlessly, and then there's bits about him bringing me waffles when I woke up—and not see him again until the evening where he decided to come over again. At that point, all we did was kiss and hold each other tight, deciding to just sleep off the rest of the day, only for me to wake up in the middle of the night when Kyle lost the files he needed and I was able to retrieve it after so many hours.

Which thoroughly explained why I only got three hours of sleep, and why Luke and I are—well, I can't say we're together.

Not until I could finally tell him all the truth. Only then will I know if he wants us to be—together together.

Initially, I planned on telling him all about it after the tour was over. But I figured it'll be a long time of wait and knowing Luke and his impatient ass, he'll get it out of me so I thought about it real hard. There were many things that hindered me from doing so. A) It could ruin his performance if he gets pissed of at me again, B) No time is the right time if I thought about it, and C) It was bound to come up any day now so I guess I'll just shoot for the stars and grab the next good moment soon as it presented itself.

I was not ready—but I have to be if I was gonna straighten everything up.

"Hey, you guys coming later? We'll see the festival after the gig." Calum said, holding a can of beer early in the freaking morning. I guess there's never a wrong time for beer anyway.

"If Theo doesn't pass out after our set, we'll go." I slapped Luke's knee that he held me tight and kiss the top of my head. Ah. Butterflies.

"I said—stop." Mikey threw us his pair of star wars socks that apparently hit me square in the face. "Kissing is only allowed in rooms!"

"But this is a room!" Technically, we're in the dressing room and I should've been filming for content but Luke hid my camera somewhere here in the mess of their wardrobe and appointed me to sit tight and relax—which was impossible if I don't get the video up today.

"She got you there, mate." Cal quipped, "So, since you two are fine and dandy again, I think we ought to get our story right." Luke's fingers stopped its motion in my head and I was only able to absorb the words when I opened my eyes and the boys started making their way to the other couch.

"What story?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Are you two gonna be out in the public this time around or?" Oh. That story.

"In my humble opinion, if I may." Ash raised his hand, all glittered up for the gig. "I think the setup before was fine. No issues, no nasty headlines about you two, and nobody messing with your business. But that's only my opinion and that's what worked before." My eyes spun around on Luke where he pursed his lips and nodded, intertwining our fingers together that he looked at me and spoke.