A.N// this chapter is trash, so don't expect much...soz
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Kate's POV

I was brought out of my sleep by a constant rustle beside me. I turned over to find Luke tossing and turning.

I rubbed my eyes, attempting to get rid of the ache and burning that came with my lack of sleep.

"Luke, what are you doing? What time is it?" I groaned. The moving stopped, and I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Shhh, it's really early in the morning. Like three, I think. Go back to sleep," he said. He sealed it with a gentle kiss to the back of my neck.

I didn't argue. I just closed my eyes again, trying to return to my state of ultimate peace. It didn't work, but I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the steady breaths of Luke from behind me.

After about an hour of just staring straight at the wall, Luke took his arms from around me. I felt the dip in the bed next to me level out, signaling that Luke had gotten out of bed.

I was going to ask why, but I decided to keep pretending that I was asleep.

I heard footsteps go across the room, and I heard the door to his room open before he walked out of it. I took this opportunity to sneak a look, and I saw the door close.

I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding, while simultaneously trying to figure out what Luke was doing.

None of his actions made sense to me. From the rocks to the middle of the nights journeys. I desperately wanted to know what was going on, but I wasn't one to push things.

Ten minutes later, Luke returned. Out of what I could see, he had a glass of water with him. He walked over to his bed and sat on it, not getting back in, but just sitting up and hanging his legs over the side.

I heard him take a few gulps of the water, then put the glass on the nightstand. He sighed loudly and flicked on the lamp, illuminating the room.

Although it felt nice to be in the comfort of his bed after such a long time, everything felt so wrong. I wasn't exactly sure why, but something definitely didn't feel right.

By knowing Luke for so long, I'd mastered reading his body language, so I knew something was wrong with him. I could tell, but he was acting like everything was fine when it clearly wasn't.

More minutes passed, and Luke got up again. This time, I saw him walk over to his dresser and pull a pair of sweatpants out.

He was only in his boxers, so he pulled the pants up his legs before finding a shirt and putting that on as well. He went to his closet and got a sweatshirt from there.

He slipped it on quickly and walked back over to his bed to get his phone and car keys, turning off the lamp afterwards.

Just as I thought he was about to leave, I saw him walking around towards my side of the bed. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched onto the duvet tighter.

I didn't want him to know I had been awake this whole time.

My heart rate increased, the closer I felt him get to me. It was hard to steady my breaths and mimic those of an actual sleeping person.

I could feel Luke tuck a lose strand of hair behind my ear. I couldn't stop my eyebrows from scrunching together, but he kissed me on the forehead, making me instantly relax.

"I'll be back in a bit. I love you," he said quietly. Did he know I was awake?

He used the bed to help him push off the floor so he could stand up, and he left the room without another word.

I thought all of my thoughts were going to keep me awake for a long time after Luke left, but his reassurance helped me drift of once again.
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I woke up and expected to be enveloped in Luke's arms, but that wasn't the case. The spot next to me was empty.

I didn't really remember what happened last night after I fell asleep in his car, and I definitely wasn't sure how I got in his bed.

All I knew about was Luke leaving in the middle of the night. I was too sleepy at the time to question anything, so I didn't really know what was going on.

I was also changed out of the outfit I was wearing yesterday. Instead, I had on what I could tell was one of Luke's t-shirts and a pair of shorts.

After laying around for about ten more minutes, I decided to get up. Just as I was putting my legs over the side of the bed to stand, Luke walked through the door.

His face was still a little paler than normal. His eyes were red, and the bags and dark circles remained under them.

His hair was covered by a beanie, and the most I could see was a little bit of his fringe hanging out. He had on all black, including his shoes, and I had to admit, he looked absolutely flawless.

His eyes met mine almost immediately, and he smiled.

"Morning," he said. He walked over to his dresser and grabbed something off the top of it before turning back towards me. "Don't come out until I call for you, okay?"

My eyebrows knitted together out of confusion, but I nodded my headed slowly anyway.

"Okay?" Luke walked back out, and I flopped back onto his bed.

I wondered what he was doing that I wasn't allowed see before realizing just how light it was outside. Usually it would still be dark when I woke up to get ready for school, but today it was exceptionally bright.

I got up to look for my phone, and I found my clothes in a small pile on the opposite side of Luke's nightstand.

I searched the pocket of my jeans, and was delighted to find my phone in the left front pocket. I took it out quickly to check the time, and I found it to be well past ten.

Before I had the opportunity to question why Luke let me oversleep, my name was called.

I got up quickly from where I was sitting, and I made my way out of Luke's room and towards the voice that called me.

I finally found Luke in his dining room. There were two plates set out, complete with a selection of different breakfast foods. In the middle of the table, I saw a bowl containing various chopped up fruit, and next to the plates, there was silverware and a glass filled with apple juice.

"Surprise?" His hand immediately made its way to the back of his neck, a nervous gesture I'd grown accustomed to.

"Luke," I breathed, actually speechless.
It looked beautiful.

"I'm sorry for letting you sleep in when we have school. I just wanted to do something nice, give you a worry free day after a while. I'm sorry," he rambled. I shook my head, letting him know that everything was okay.

A wide smile was spread across my face as I walked towards him with my arms open. He quickly responded to the hug, crouching down a little to bury is head in the crook of my neck.

"It's perfect, Luke. Thank you," I said, pulling away slightly to place a kiss on his cheek.

When I came up, he was gently biting his lip. He was still holding onto me by the waist, and his facial expression made me blush.

I hid my face in his chest, and he chuckled.

"How'd you know how to make all of this anyway?" I asked curiously. He shrugged and let go of me.

"Ashton helped a little, but it was mostly from my mom. I called her and asked," he admitted, a tint of pink starting to cover his face. He sat down in the seat across from mine, but I headed to the doorway instead. "Where are you going?"

"Just to brush my teeth. I'll be back in a second."

I could see the resolve wash over in his eyes. He must've thought I was leaving because I didn't like it, but that was far from the truth.

Honestly, I loved everything about it. He didn't have to make me breakfast. He could've easily done what he said he would do last night and get me up early to take me back and let me in my house.

There were so many things he could've done that would never amount to the breakfast in front of me. It was one of the reasons why I still loved him.

I came back from brushing my teeth quickly, and I took a seat across from Luke. He was already eating.

"How'd you sleep last night?" he asked once he finished chewing the food that was already in his mouth. Not well, but surely better than him.

"Um, it was okay I guess. It could've been better," I replied. He nodded along, and I took a bite out of the waffle in front of me. "Where'd you go last night?"

"What are you talking about?" he questioned. He took his beanie off to run a hand through his hair before putting it back on.

"You left last night. Where'd you go?" I asked again. His eyebrows furrowed as he took another bite of his waffle.

"I couldn't sleep, but I can't tell you where I went," he responded once he swallowed.

"Why not?"

"Because, it's a secret," he said nonchalantly.

I guess I didn't really have to know where he went. The most important thing was why he had trouble getting sleep.

I wondered if it was an every night occurrence, or just a one time thing. The dark circles under his eyes and the paleness of his skin practically answered my questioned, but I still chose to ask.

"Is there something wrong, why you can't sleep?" I questioned. He nodded slowly, chewing at the same pace.

"I've been having nightmares," he confessed, not looking me in the eyes.

Nightmares?

"What?" I gasped. "About what? For how long?"

I would have never guessed he was having nightmares. That must've been why he was tossing and turning beside me until he finally decided to get up.

"Since about two weeks ago, and again, I don't want to tell you what they're about. It's not important," he explained, picking up his cup and taking a sip of his juice.

"Luke, how is it not important? Whatever it is, it's disrupting your sleep, and that's not healthy," I stated. He just shrugged me off, which made me become frustrated.

"Well, I've sufficed for two weeks now. I think I'll be fine," he said a bit harshly.

Some pieces of my heart chipped off at the mention of those three long weeks that I didn't see him. He only asked for a few days, and those turned into weeks.

Every minute after that first week, I started to miss him more and more, but I started to expect him to come back less, which made my heart ache at the though that he never wanted to see me again.

"Whatever." We continued our meal in an uncomfortable silence, only the sound of our breathing could be heard.

Even if Luke and I never spoke again, there would always be a special place in my heart for him.

I didn't want to break up, but I'd proven to myself that I could survive without him, so I knew it could be done.

Since Calum and Ashton were ignoring me, I had to take the bus to school. Michael would normally ride with Ashton, but when he found out my plan to start taking the bus, he decided to do it with me so I didn't have to ride alone.

We'd become much closer over the span of three weeks, and I couldn't have asked for a better support system. There were a few day where I would just break down out of nowhere, and Michael was the only one there for me.

He would give me encouraging words and advice that was surprisingly helpful.

"Kate," Luke called. I looked up at him. "I'm sorry, you'll get all of your answers soon. I just didn't want to ruin breakfast by talking about all of that stuff, but I guess I've already done that," he apologized.

"It's fine. And breakfast is definitely not ruined. It's really good," I admitted, which brought a smile to his face. I loved seeing him happy.

"I love you," he blurted. His face turned red, almost like he didn't mean to say it it loud.

"And I love this bacon," I said laughing. His mouth formed an 'o' shape, signifying his shock that I didn't say it back, and that made me laugh even harder. "I'm just kidding. I love you, Luke. More than you could ever imagine."

"Come here," he instructed. He didn't have to ask twice. I put my fork down and got out of my seat, making my way over to Luke.

When I got there, he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. The familiarity and comfort of his embrace instantly relaxed me.

"I missed you," I told him, not looking up, instead, keeping my head on his chest.

"Same," he agreed. Luke kissed my forehead, making those all too familiar butterflies flutter in my belly.
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Calum's POV

After school, Michael said he wanted to hang out with me, so I took him to my house. We didn't do much there. We just played a bunch of different video games.

We hadn't been hanging out as much. It was probably because he was always with Kate.

I didn't really have any particular reason why I was avoiding her, but I just didn't want to cause any more trouble. Staying away was my best option.

Also, I wasn't sure if there was anything I could say that would make anyone feel better. Before I left Panda Express the day I got into an argument with Ashton, I said a really mean thing to her.

It was uncalled for, but it was a spur of the moment thing, and I was just so mad.

I practically blamed Kate for everything and made it seem like I didn't have any part in what went down between us. I admit, that was so selfish of me.

As for Ashton, I hadn't spoken to him in more than a month, besides our outburst in Panda Express. After I told him what happened with Kate, he wanted nothing to do with me. He didn't want to be associated with me.

We would still have our band practices, but he would get Michael to tell me stuff, and at lunch, it would be completely silent at our table.

We hadn't had band practice in weeks though because no one seemed to know where Luke was. He disappeared one day, and we never saw him again.

I tried to go to his house, but either no one would answer the door, or Liz or Andy would answer and say he wasn't home. It was all really strange to me.

"Are you up for another game?" Michael asked once he scored the winning goal on a match of FIFA that we were playing.

"Uh, sure." I wasn't really paying any attention the the game because I was lost in my thoughts. The same thing happened at school, and that's why my grades were starting to slip.

I really wanted to make up with Ashton because I could stand myself if people were mad at me. It ate away at my subconscious.

I had felt extremely bad for weeks, and no one noticed except for my mom. I wasn't going to tell her though. She would be so disappointed in me.

"Cal, what's wrong man?" he asked, not starting the game but turning to face me instead.

"I don't want to talk about it," I huffed, becoming annoyed, even though he didn't do anything to me. He was just trying to help.

"Is it about the whole Luke and Kate thing? Is Ashton still not talking to you?" he inquired. I kept my focus straight ahead.

"What do you think?" I answered sarcastically. It wasn't my place to be short with him, but I couldn't help it.

"Sorry, I'm just trying to help. You look miserable," he said sincerely. So he does notice.

"No, I should be the one apologizing. It's just, it doesn't feel good when everyone is against you," I confessed. I found the courage to look at him, and his face softened out of pity I assumed.

I absolutely didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me. It was my fault that we were all in this mess in the first place. I, somehow, had to find a way to fix it, and I didn't expect it to be easy.

"Have you tried talking to any of them?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. I really didn't have a legit reason.

The room fell into a silence before a ringtone broke it. Michael quickly grabbed his phone out of his pocket and pressed it to his ear.

"Okay, I'll be out in a second," he said and hung up. He shoved his phone back into his skin tight jeans before standing up and walking towards the door. "Calum this is your chance. It's now or never," he told me before turning around.

I contemplated what I was going to do for a solid ten seconds, and by then I had already heard my front door shut.

I stood up and raced to the door. I opened it and saw Ashton getting ready to pull off.

"Ashton, wait!" I called. I jogged up to the car, and the window rolled down.
"Can I talk to you?" I asked.

"Talk," he said.

"No, I mean, can I talk to you in private?" I reiterated. He huffed before opening his car door.

"Michael, wait here," he directed. Michael shot me a thumbs up and a smiled before I turned around.

I led Ashton into my house and we took a seat at the table.

"I'm sorry," I started. We made eye contact, and the intensity behind his made me look away.

"I don't think I'm the one you should be apologizing to. Although I do think what happened between you and Kate is wrong, it's none of my business," he explained.

"I know. I just want you to know that I'm sorry for being stupid. I knew of their feelings, and I should've stopped it as soon as it happened, not minutes after the fact. That only made it worse for me and her, I'm aware," I paused to catch a breath before continuing. "I can assure you that I don't have any feelings towards her, but with me going so long without...you know...I was desperate to fee something that I hadn't felt in a while. I was only staying celibate for her. She told me to stop messing around with girls, and I was doing so well. I guess I just got caught up in the moment, but once I realized what was happening, it was already too late. It's messed up, I know." He nodded, agreeing with me, and the room was silent.

After a couple minutes, he spoke.

"I forgive you," he said.

I could feel the smile take over my face. "Really?" He nodded again and stood up. I got up as well, and I went in for a hug.

"You're one of my best friends, Cal. I couldn't go without you much longer," he giggled. "Just remember that speech when you apologize to Luke, okay?"

"Noted," I said, still smiling. All of a sudden, Ashton's eyes widened in some sort of realization. "What's wrong?"

"I have to go right now!" He yelled, heading for the door.

"Why?"

"I've been in here for like ten minutes. Michael probably already got to my chips." I just laughed as he made his way back to his car in a speedy manner.
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A.N// hooray for make ups!!

i have to start practice like now so i'm gonna make this quick.

i don't really like this chapter, so tell me what you think...

sorry this tool so long by the way, i haven't logged into this account since friday and if you follow me on snapchat you would know i was in panama city florida this weekend.

it was fun so if you live in fl you're lucky

that's it i have to go now bye ily and you and you...yeah i'm talking to you
-cam :-P