Hangover || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 2

*I am gonna re-write chapter 1 because I rushed it, sorry.

•Jordan's POV•

I roll around in bed and open my eyes slightly so they can adjust to the lighting. Once they've adjusted fully I open them wide and stretch my arms over my head. I look around my roo- HOLY SHIT! this is not my room, it has band posters over each wall there's an electric and acoustic guitar in the corner, it reminds me of my room just a more suited for a boy. The bed moves slightly and my head snaps to the other side.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I scream way too loud and my head immediately throbs, and my hand flies to my forehead. I fall out of the bed and hit my back on the bedside table, "Oww!" I cry out in pain.

A groan comes from on the bed. I stand up and yank the doona of the boy in the bed and he curls up in a ball quickly. I recognize the blonde hair. The night flashes before my eyes.

"Luke?" My voices comes out hoarse.

"What? I'm sleeping." Luke's morning voice is husky, almost sexy.

He rolls over and opens one eye, then both eyes open wide looking at my body. I look down and notice I'm wearing only a shirt, a shirt that's not mine so it's just covering my bum. I yank the sheet of the bed wrap it around my waist. A heavy silence overtakes us.

"Why am I in your room?" I question and Luke sits up straight.

"Well you begged me to come home last night and you started taking my clothes off and stuff got heated." Luke stifles a laugh at my shocked expression.

"W-we had s-sex?" I ask my tone scared and Luke starts cracking up.

"No, no, we didn't I was only joking. You had too much to drink at the club so you blacked out and your friend and Calum already left so I didn't know where you lived so I brought you here." He explains sitting cross legged. I sigh in relief.

"Wait so why am I wearing this shirt. I'm guessing this is yours?" I ask, wrapping the blanket tighter around my waist after noticing him still staring. He blinks extra hard and looks back at my face.

"Yes it's my shirt and your wearing it cause I changed you into it and I thought it wouldn't be very comfy wearing what you were wearing last night."He explains and all that goes through my head is, shit, shit, shit, shit.

"You didn't see anything did you?" my voice raises slightly.

"No it was pitch black I couldn't see a single thing." My body relaxes immediatley at what he says

"Ahh where's my phone?" I ask already searching the room for my phone.

"Here." Luke hands me my phone. I mumble a quiet 'thanks'.

"I should probably get going, where are my clothes?" I let go of the blanket by accident and Luke takes his gaze away quickly.

"I-uh-I put the-em over in the corner." he stutters looking back and forth from me to the corner in his room.

I grab them all in a heap and rush out of his room but run straight back and just as I'm about to ask he answers already, "Down the hall to your left."

And I'm off again. As soon as I arrive in the bathroom I slam the door closed and the loud bang erupts my headache again and I groan in pain. I contemplate whether it would be okay to have a shower, in the end I just end up having one.

I pull the curtain closed and turn the water on almost full heat and let the warm water relax my muscles. I smell the shampoos and conditioners Luke has until I find one I like. Just as I'm about to turn the water off I hear a knock at the door.