Wrong Number

Chapter 17

Luke is not only the same weird, lighthearted dork he is over the phone but he's also clumsy as hell and completely captivating in a subtle non-obvious way. It's indescribable, there's just something about him that demands attention.

Something that makes you want to stop everything you're doing and watch him walk into the room or listen carefully to the words he has to say. Which is saying a lot since half the stuff that leaves his mouth is utter crap.

We spend the day eating and listening to his friends tell embarrassing stories. They're overwhelming in a good way, all talking over each other and laughing at things only they'd understand. But they're all so animated and giggly that I can't help but laugh along.

When they're not shouting over each other and trying to embarrass Luke to death they're telling stories about drunk Luke and how he wouldn't shut up about some person named P. Luke sinks further into his seat on the couch and avoids my gaze, cheeks as pink as ever.

By the end of the night everyone is all yawns and sleepy smiles and Luke's giving me a big doe-eyed look across the room when Ashton mentions something about keeping us hostage and letting us know we can go if we're tired.

"What's that look for?" I cock a brow, meeting Luke in the kitchen area. "Are you leaving?" He asks hushed. "Don't know yet. Do you want us to leave?" I eye him curiously. "What do you think?" He mutters like a pre-teen huffing at their parent. "I don't know that's why I asked," I hum, ignoring his cranky tone.

"When do I ever let you sleep before the sunrise?" He says lightly. "True. But this isn't your house," I point out. "And I think Ashton's too polite to tell us he's tired and kick us out."

"What are you talking about? Ash is not tired," Luke replies sure of himself. We both look over to the poor boy fighting to keep his eyes open on the couch. I look back up at Luke and give him a look that says I rest my case.

"Ash are you tired?" He calls out. "Yes. Leave." Calum answers crankily instead. I chuckle, "We're going." Luke pouts instantly. Now that I've seen it in person, I know I'll never be able to resist it even over the phone.

I'll constantly be putty in his hands.

"Mm mm," I shake my head, turning away from him. "What?" He frowns innocently, following me out of the kitchen. "Don't start. I know this all too well," I begin collecting my things. "Know what? I'm not doing anything."

"This is the part where you get me to stay up until my eyes are burning and the birds are chirping. I am not caving. I have to drive home you know," I start to shake Haley awake. She was the first one out not too long ago. "Come back to mine then," he suggests.

"Er, Luke," Michael sits up straighter, meeting Luke's eye with a pointed look. My brows furrow watching them communicate through secretive looks. Luke looks confused at first. He clearly has no idea what Michael's on about.

Michael looks tired at first but quickly becomes more agitated when Luke still doesn't get it. My eyes are switching back and forth between the two. Finally Michael looks like he's about to pop a blood vessel. "Are you sure you want her to go back to yours?" He huffs coolly trying not to make it a big thing.

It definitely is.

Why doesn't Michael want me to go to Luke's? Does he not trust me? I wasn't some crazy fan. I didn't even know who they were for gods sake.

"Okay, clearly you two aren't comfortable with me going there, so. I'm gonna go home now," I slowly reach for my bag. Luke doesn't glance at me, keeps his confused gaze on Michael. I get Haley up.

Michael's emerald eyes bulge out of their sockets with the nod of his had. He finally mouths something to Luke that has him 'oh'ing loud and dramatic. I was honestly far too tired to even try to make out what Michael had said and honestly, I wasn't all that interested. I was interested in my bed and sleep.