With or Without you || l.h.

Ch. 13

Luke POV

Everyone is outside when Calum grabs me and pulls me away from the kitchen and promptly proceeds to punch me in the face. I’m grateful for the fact that he avoided my lip ring, but I am not loving the pain in my cheek right now. “Fucking hell Cal!”

“You deserve it you asshole.” He spits out, rubbing his knuckles. Punching hurts for both the victim and the attacker. “How could you fucking do that to me? I thought we were brothers.” He shoves me. I take it. “You let me believe that I could trust you. Worst of all you took advantage of Vanessa.”

I know what I did was wrong, but when Calum acknowledged the fact that I did that was worse. And the fact that he still cares about her even after she did what she did, well it doesn’t sit too well in my stomach. “I know Calum! I feel like shit for it! You know how badly I wish this was different?”

“Do you even fucking regret it?” He asks in disbelief. I bite my lip. “Did you regret kissing her Luke?”

“I don’t regret kissing her.” I say. I’m not going to lie to him about it, he knows how I feel about her. The kissing is the icing on the cake.

“Fuck you.” He pushes past me and goes back to his room. I suspect that he won’t be coming to dinner. I go back into the kitchen and grab an ice pack, placing it on my now bruised face. I turn to go outside when I see Vanessa trying to reach something on the top shelf of a cabinet. She’s on her tippy toes trying to reach some ingredient, it’s adorable.

I put the icepack down before I walk up behind her and whisper in her ear. “Need help babe?”

She turns around and bites her lip. “Yes. Can you please grab me the pepper?”

“What do I get in return?” I raise my eyebrows at her.

“Food.”

I shrug. “Fair enough, but I was hoping for a kiss?” I lean down, but she covers my mouth with her hand.

“Nope. Not now. Just get me the pepper please.” I sigh, but do as she asks. She’s right we can’t do anything bad. Not when we just went through this whole mess, I don’t want to step on Calum’s toes any more than I already have.

I hand her the pepper and walk outside to talk to Michael. He was just watching the fire, Kendall and Ash were nowhere to be seen. “Where are they?”

“Probably making out somewhere.” He rolls his eyes. “I take it Calum didn’t go easy on you?” He points to my face.

“How bad is it?”

“Pretty bad dude. It’s a big purple blob on your cheek.”

I sigh. “Yeah, he let me have it.”

Calum POV

I am starving, but I’m not going out now. I’m not going to face Luke and Vanessa who are probably all mushy gushy since they’ve gotten rid of me. Luke wins again. He always does. It fucking sucks. He’s the favorite, he’s cute, he has a lip ring, and he is perfect. That’s all I hear and normally I’m not jealous because we have different qualities, some people have different preferences or types. I’m not everyone’s type, I get that. Right now, I fucking hate that he is the loved one. I hate that Vanessa likes him. I hate that he likes her back. I hate the fact that I’m stuck in my room, sitting in my own misery.

My door opens to expose a reversed skunk haired Michael. “Dinner is ready, want me to bring it to you?”

I shake my head. “Nah man, I’ll go.” I’m not going to hide in my room while they eat in my own fucking house.