A.N// aye, ily so don't forget it. okay, you can read now. have fun, see you at the end!!
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Kate's POV

I had Luke sit down on the counter, near the sink, while I went into the closet to find a fresh wash cloth. When I came back, Luke was sitting exactly where I left him. Except, his elbows were placed on his knees, and his head was rested in his hands.

I walked over to where he was and took a seat next to him on the counter, wash cloth in hand. I turned on the faucet of the sink, and I waited until the water warmed a little.

I completely understood why Luke was upset with Calum, but I didn't understand what the need to fight was. I got that there were some unsaid words, but never in a million years did I think they would resort to violence.

I checked the water, and when it felt good, I put the cloth under it for a second to get it a little damp. I tapped his shoulder to get his attention, and when he looked up, I could see a trail of tears that had rolled down his face, but they we're starting to dry up. I started on his nose first, wiping up the small amount of blood there. The whole time he sat still, watching me intently.

I switched the water to cold so I could run the blood out, something my mom showed me how to do when I was about twelve. I turned the water back to warm and dipped the cloth in again.

I then moved to his busted lip, dabbing the blood from there. He flinched a little, probably because it stung, but I kept going until it was clean. I repeated these steps until the bleeding stopped, and once I was done, I hopped off the counter and had Luke follow me into our bedroom.

"Stay in here. I'm gonna go get some ice and a few plastic bags," I told him before walking out. I grabbed my key card from off of the table, and I left the room with the ice bucket in hand.

I didn't exactly know where the ice machine was, but I thought I saw one further down the hall, so I went there to check first. There was in fact an ice machine at then of our hall, and there I saw Ashton standing and Calum sitting against the wall across from him.

I could tell Ashton had been yelling at him, but he stopped as soon as he noticed me. Everyone was silent as I filled the ice bucket, and when I looked over to Calum, he looked lost in his own thoughts. He didn't have any cuts or anything on his face, just a bruise on his cheek.

"Hey, Kate. We're going to be heading back home in a few minutes," Ashton said just as I was about to walk away. I turned around and nodded, saying goodbye to the both of them, then going back to Luke and I's room.

Luke was laying down on our bed with his legs hanging over the edge when I came back. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't sleeping.

I put the bucket of ice on the bed, and I scooped out even portions to put in the bags I found in the cabinet.

"Luke," I called. His eyes popped open, and he sat up quickly. I instructed him to sit against the headboard of the bed, so he moved there. I handed him two of the bags and said, "Put one of your jaw and the other on you cheek so there won't be as much discoloration or swelling."

He did as I said, and I started to go around the room and pick up random clothing articles that were laying around so I could put them back in our bags. I did this until all of our clothes were picked up, going through the dresser, closet, and checking the bathroom.

I got all of our toiletries out of the shower and off of the counter, and I put them in our bags as well. When I was done, about fifteen minutes had gone by, so I told Luke he could take a break from the ice.

He took them off and put the bags on the bedside table.

No words had been said, just dead silence. I knew I needed to talk about this with him, but I didn't want him to shut down on me. I needed to know what happened between he and Calum to make them physically fight instead of the normal verbal assault, and I needed to know soon.

I sat down by Luke just as he was taking the ice of his face, and he immediately put his hand on my thigh. I put my hand on top of his, and he looked up at me.

"Why'd you fight him?" I asked bluntly. His eyebrows scrunched together, and he dropped eye contact.

"He hit me first," he answered, eyes focused on the way my hand was placed over his.

"And you kept it going?"

"Well, yeah. What was I supposed to do?" He raised his voiced slightly before bringing it back down. I moved my hand to cross my arms over my chest, and he rested his head on my shoulder at the loss of contact.

I ignored his question to ask another of my own. "Why did he hit you?"

"He confessed something he probably should've kept to himself, so I came back with something I probably shouldn't have said," he explained.

"What did you say?"

"He told me that he liked you, and I told him that he didn't like you enough to ask you out and I did, so he punched me in the face," he said.

My eyes went wide at this new information. Calum liked me? Since when? If he did, he sure had a strange way of showing it, but I guess he did as best as he could without getting in Luke's way.

He respected that his best friend was in love with me, and he backed off. That was respectable in itself, but it all slipped away from him the day before I left for California. I could only imagine how confused he must've been.

"Luke," I sighed. I pretty much ruined their friendship, and I had no idea how to fix it. I only knew that this was all my fault.

"I know," he responded. He wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on my stomach.

Another silence overtook the room, and I looked over to the clock to check the time. It was a little past six, so we still had about an hour before checkout.

My hands found their way to his disheveled hair, and I started playing with it. He hummed at the feeling, which made my body heat up in the best way.

His hands slid up my shirt, and he started tracing hearts on my skin with his fingers, leaving goosebumps in their trail.

I started to replay the conversation we'd just had, and I became confused by this entire situation. Calum and I were both involved in the same act, but Luke chose to forgive me quickly and easily while Calum was left in the dust.

He tried to apologize, I know he did. I've known Calum long enough to know that if he did something wrong, he would feel extremely guilty about it until that person forgave him, then he would still feel extremely guilty for a few more weeks before eventually getting over it.

He knew he messed up, and all he wanted to do was fix it, but Luke wasn't allowing him the chance. The apology led to a fight instead of a make up, and that had to be crushing him inside.

"Babe?" I called to Luke. I was genuinely curious about why he wouldn't forgive Calum, so I was going to ask about it.

"Yeah?"

"I need to ask you something," I told him. He untangled himself from me and sat up again.

"Okay..."

"Why do you talk to me and not Calum?" I asked. He tensed a little and looked at me in confusion before answering.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" It didn't come out mean, I think he was just confused. Maybe since we were already off the subject of Calum, he didn't want to talk about it, but I needed to figure this out.

"You talk to me, but you ignore him. That seems unfair to me," I explained.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course I talk to you, you're my girlfriend."

"And he's your best friend, has been for years. You can't blame him for what happen and just let me off of the hook," I started. This seemed to engage him, so he turned towards me and watched me as I spoke. "That's why he didn't want me to take all of the blame. He felt like it wouldn't be fair as his part in the incident was just about as big mine, yet he's taking all of it, and you're making him feel like it's all his fault. Does that seem fair to you?" My voice had raised a little, but not to the point where I was shouting. I didn't want to come off as mean, I just needed to make sense of all of this.

"No..." His head dropped, and he focused his eyes on his lap.

"Look, we made a mistake, Calum and I both, okay?" He nodded. "I apologized once, and we were fine, but he tries daily and you just leave him in he cold."

He sighed before saying, "He's okay, right?"

I shook my head. "Honesty, I don't think so," I confessed. His eyebrows scrunched together at this, and I put my hand on his thigh.

"Why not?" How could he not know that Calum wasn't okay? Everyone could tell. He just wasn't himself anymore, and no one had the guts to ask why or try to help him.

Every time he tried to go to someone about it, they shut him down. That's what Ashton did, that's what Luke did, and that's exactly what I did.

"What do you mean, why not? His best friend seems to hate him while he's drowning in his own regret. You of all people know how powerfully Calum experiences regret. Think about it." I finished my mini speech with a long sigh before standing up and leaving the room. "Oh, and out that ice back on your face for fifteen more minutes."

I walked out of the room and into the living room. I sat on the couch, and the television was still on, playing the same channel it was before we left for lunch earlier. I'm glad Ashton and Calum were entertaining themselves then.
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I watch kids shows until about five minutes until seven, and that's when I go back into our room. I find Luke asleep, and I hate to wake him, but we have to check out.

"Luke, wake up. It's time to go." I tapped his shoulder, but he didn't move. "Luke."

"What?" he groaned, still not opening his eyes.

"Get up, we have to check out in five," I told him, but he huffed again.

"I don't want to get up. Leave me alone."

"Luke, seriously. Come on, it's time to go," I said a little more sternly. I didn't want to sound like his mum, but I knew how he could be.

"Did you not hear what I said? It wasn't a question. I told you to leave me alone," he spat. He then say up and glared at me. I was taken aback by his tone, he was being mean for no reason.

"We have school tomorrow, and the next check out isn't until eleven tomorrow morning. We have to go."

"We can skip."

"Luke," I sighed. His stubbornness was making me frustrated, and if I could I would leave him and go back by myself.

"Katherine." I threw my hands in the air, defeated, and I spun on my heels before walking away from the bed for a second.

"Luke, please," I managed to say while keeping my composure.

"I'm tired, let's just wait until in the morning to leave once I can sleep," he replied. He still had a bite in his tone, and I knew it would take sleep or some thinking time for him to get rid of it.

"I'll drive then," I offered. He looked up to the ceiling, as if he was pondering his decision.

"Fine," he huffed. He stood and grabbed his ice, then went over to get our bags. Once he was settled. I turned the lights off in the bathroom and bedroom, and we headed to the main area.

I grabbed Luke's car keys off of the table, and I also picked up the key cards before we left out. I didn't take us long to get to the lobby of the resort, and once we got there, I went to the front desk to check us out.

When I was done, we went outside and to the car. Luke put our bags in the trunk before getting in on the passenger's side. I got into the car as well, and I pulled out of the parking lot after starting the engine.

"Luke, put the ice back on your face," I instructed while focusing on the road. It had been a while since I'd driven, but I still knew how. Occasionally when my parents were in town, they'd let me go to the store for them, but otherwise, I walked everywhere or I caught a ride. He huffed and mumbled something under his breath but still followed my instructions. "I love you."

"I know," he responded. I rolled my eyes. He was being so stubborn just because I called him out on his twisted logic. There was a silence in the car for about three minutes before he said, "I love you too."

I glanced at him quickly, and he shot me a smile. God, he was confusing, and it was making my head ache.
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Around thirty minutes later, I pulled into Luke's driveway. He'd fallen asleep about halfway through the ride, ice on his face and all. He was snoring lightly, which was adorable, but it was time for him to get out and go sleep in his own bed.

"Luke, you're home," I called, tapping his thigh gently. His eyes fluttered open before he looked around for a second, like he was confused as to where he was.

"Oh, okay. Um...are you coming in?" he seemed desperate for me to say yes, but I wanted to go home.

"No, I'm going home for the night. I'll pick you up for school in the morning."

"Kate, no. Please stay," he begged. As much as I wanted to, I really missed my bed, and my dad was home apparently, so that was a plus.

"I want to go home. I'll see you in the morning," I told him, and he frowned.

"You know what happens when I sleep without you." It was my turn to frown. He was trying to guilt-trip me, and I needed to be strong enough to hold my ground. He needed to get over this. If he could forgive me, he could put this behind him.

"Luke, I'll be back in the morning," I said finally. He rolled his eyes before getting outbid the car and slamming the door. I shook my head in disbelief because of how ridiculous he was acting, but I guess this is what I got.

I opened the trunk so he could get his bag out, and once he did, I was prepared to pull off again. Before I could get my foot on the gas, Luke came rushing around to my side of the car.

He motioned for me to roll down the window, so that's what I did.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine," I sighed, laying my head back in the headrests and closing my eyes for a moment.

"No it isn't. I'm sorry for snapping at you. I just-I don't know what's going on in my head right now. I didn't mean to take out my frustrations on you," he explained. That made me relax a little, and I opened my eyes again.

"It's fine. I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'll see you in the morning, Luke."

"Okay, drive safe, and call me or text me when you get home. I love you," he said. I nodded, and he reached inside the car to press a quick kiss to my lips.

"I will. I love you, Luke." Just as I was about to leave for a second time, Liz, Luke's mom, walked out and waved to me. Luke took that as his cue to go inside, and he rushed his mum inside the door as well. Before he closed it, he blew me a kiss, which made me smile.

I drove away exceptionally giddy, but then I realized that there was something I needed to do.

When I got to my house seven minutes later, I parked and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I dialed Calum's number and waited for him to pick up. On the third ring, that's exactly what happened.

"Cal, I need to talk to you. It's important," I blurted. My heart rate sped up because of nervousness, but I knew this was something I had to do.

"Okay, talk."
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A.N// ew this was short and boring and i'm a terrible author, but i wanted to get this up.

this is a nasty filler, but more stuff is coming so watch out!!1!1!!! O.o

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