Thick and Thin [l. hemmings]

seventy-eight

"Babe... I'm going to die. Oh my god." Luke mumbles, trying to reach out for me, but refusing to open his eyes. When he finally finds my waist, he pulls me closer.

I hadn't even realized Luke had stayed at my place until ten minutes ago when I woke up. Though I tried to get up and run away, not wanting to deal with last night, my stirring woke him.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, pushing his curls out of his face.

He weakly smiles at the gesture, though his eyes are still shut. "I really do feel like I'm dying. I went way too hard last night. I can't keep up with your friends."

"I'm gonna go make some coffee. I assume you'd enjoy some?" I tell him, breaking free from his grasp and standing up.

"Yes, please, baby." He mumbles, curling back up in the sheets.

I smile at him, looking at him all cozy in my bed. When thoughts of what happened last night start to creep in, I start to get nervous and swiftly exit the room.

Starting the coffee pot, I sigh, pulling my phone out. Scrolling through my pictures from last night, I smile at all the good times before it quickly went south.

Once the coffee is done I make mine, before making Luke's the way he likes his. Heading back upstairs, I see Nina leaving her room.

"I just made coffee, I know you need it." I giggle, before entering my room again.

Closing the door behind me, I go place Luke's coffee on the nightstand beside him, before I go crawl in bed on the other side. Sitting there with my coffee in my hands, I can't help but smile as I stare down at Luke.

This is all I could want, every morning, for the rest of my life.

"Stop staring at me." He mutters, yawning before finally opening his eyes.

"I wasn't!" I protest, taking another sip of my coffee to try and hide my smile.

Luke finally sits up, his tired eyes looking over at me before he reaches for his coffee. He looks at it closely as if he's inspecting it before he takes a sip.

"How was your night last night, if you even remember it." I ask, getting nervous for his answer. 

"It was good. I remember most of it, actually. Except for how I ended up here. I was supposed to go home with Calum."

"Oh." I mumble, anxiety quickly washing over me.

"I'm sure Ashton is in pain this morning." Luke smirks.

"Fuck."

Luke giggles to himself, thinking this whole thing is just hilarious.

"Stop, Luke. It's not funny. I'm going to have a panic attack." I tell him, focusing on my fidgeting hands and not Luke.

He quickly stops laughing, a worried expression taking over his face.

"Kels, I didn't mean to-"

"It's- it's fine. I've been anxious all morning about this. It's my fault anyways. If I didn't say anything to Ashton..." I trail off, unable to speak as it feels like my throat is closing.

"Hey, it's not your fault. He shouldn't have said anything. He was just really really fucking drunk. I'm sorry. I wish I didn't remember."

"No, it's- it's okay. I told him I should be talking to you about it. I wanted to do it on my terms, but, shit happens I guess." I mutter, taking deep breaths and I do my best to calm down.

"I'm here for you. If it helps calm your anxieties about this discussion, I also want to marry you again one day." Luke tells me, as he moves closer to me, wrapping his arms around me.