You peeked out at your friend through the spaces of your fingers. You shut your eyes and brought up a hand to swipe your hair out of your face. Luke let his hand rest on your knee and proceeded to brush his thumb against your skin. You hesitated before nodding slightly and falling back onto your mountain of pillows. “I came up to get my phone and heard you having a nightmare. He helped you pull the sheets from your legs, still worried. Coming back to reality, you swallowed roughly and let your hand fall from his arm. Your gaze traveled along his body, stopping at his concerned expression. You paused at the sound of his familiar voice, your chest heaving slightly. Luke hissed in pain as your fingernails dug into his skin, though he continued to try and bring you out of your panic. Luke couldn’t help but feel sorry for you as he sat at the edge of your bed, his hand lightly resting on your arm.Ī choked gasp escaped your lips as your eyes shot open, the feeling of someone sitting beside you and touching you making you grab at their arm.
You didn’t respond, your legs struggling against the sheets that bound them together. Luke slowly stepped into the room, his blue eyes swimming in concern.
#Luke hummings legs cracked#
He peeked through where your door was cracked open to see you tossing and turning in your bed. However, before he so much as made it to the end of the hall, your small, frightened noises made him stop. Pulling it from the wall and shoving it into his pocket, he started the trek back to the living room. He quickly found the device resting on the dresser, attached to a charger cord. With that, he continued to climb the stairs two at a time, his insanely long legs making it easy. “Yeah, I just left my phone in Cal’s room. The blonde looked over the railing at Ashton’s concerned face, dismissively motioning to the hallway he was heading towards. When it wasn’t there, he leapt to his feet and began the short walk to the upper floor of the home. Small mewls and frightened sounds left your lips, almost silently revealing that your sleep was less than enjoyable.ĭownstairs, Luke laughed at something Michael said before reaching into his pocket for his phone. You soon found yourself fidgeting in the large bed, your legs getting tangled in the sheets and making your dreams even worse. Your slumber didn’t remain serene as your dreams gradually shifted into nightmares. The faint sounds of the boys laughing and playing video games were enough to lull you into a peaceful sleep. Not bothering to shut the door, you turned off the lights and threw yourself onto the mattress. You halfheartedly waved before disappearing up the stairs and into your room. Chuckling heartily, he watched you wander up the stairs. He didn’t try to push you and simply ruffled your (h/c) hair, causing you to smack at his hand. You sighed, pulling away from your brother and looking into his shimmering brown eyes.
Hey, why don’t you come say hi to the guys before you go? You know they love you.” Your lips twitched into a small smile at the feeling of him leaving a lingering kiss to your temple. After Mali left to live on her own, you were all he really had besides the boys. Calum had always been insanely close to you. You let your arms lazily come around his torso. He hummed thoughtfully, pulling you into another hug. You simply nodded, trying to ignore the dull pounding in your head.
He set you back on your feet only to hold you at arm’s length and inspect your features. The gesture usually made you laugh like no tomorrow, but the sight of the world twirling around you only fueled the slight nausea that was plaguing your body. He walked over to you and brought you into a tight embrace, going so far as to lift you off the ground and spin you. You barely glanced at your older sibling before forcing a small smile.
Calum stepped out of the kitchen to see who had come in, and his lips curled into a loving smile at the sight of you. You shuffled into the living room and mindlessly kicked off your shoes. The sound of your brother, Calum, and his three friends laughing was audible from the open window of the kitchen, signaling that the door was unlocked. You were slightly hungover and your feet ached terribly. Your friend had insisted that you go to the club the night before and then get up early in the morning to spend the day at the mall. An exaggerated groan escaped your lips as you trudged up the stairs of your home.
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