The Only Reason

01. Since You Were 12

(Luke's POV)

I stood in the kitchen with Michael, Ashton and the All Time Low guys. We were discussing my little sister, Lauren, and our other band mate, Calum, and the 'relationship' they were in.

"I thought they hated each other?" Alex said, stuffing a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

"They do." Michael mumbled, not looking up from his phone.

"But they have sex all the time?" Jack raised his eyebrow. Michael nodded, still staring at his phone.

"It's hate fucking."

"Guys!" I held my hands up. "That's my little sister."

Ashton nodded with me.

"Yeah guys, have some respect."

"Thank you, Ashton." I rolled my eyes. Just as Zack was about to say something, the door flew open and an angry looking Lauren stalked through the kitchen and up the stairs. Following closely behind, Calum shut the door, looking equally as annoyed.

"Jesus, Calum, what did you do this time?" Michael grinned.

Calum rolled his eyes and shrugged, popping a grape in his mouth before making his own way to the stairs. After a couple moments, a door slammed and muffled yelling could be heard from the room they'd gone to. I sighed and bit into a baby carrot. Rian looked at me and raised his eyebrow.

"They have the public convinced they're in love?"

"Pretty much." I mumbled.

"They deserve a Grammy." He shook his head in disbelief and took a long swig from his beer can. Suddenly, Ashton clapped his hands.

"FIFA?"

Everyone nodded and followed him to the living room, grabbing an arrangement of snacks.

(Lauren's POV)

I rolled my eyes as the door slammed.

"Calum, get out." I mumbled.

"No." He stated, crossing his arms.

I let out a frustrated scream and turned to face him.

"Calum, I have been dealing with you all day and now that the cameras are off and the people are gone, I am done for the day! Now leave."

"You know, you're the bane of my existence right now, right?" He closed his eyes and smiled slightly. "Actually, you always have been."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Admit it! You've hated me since you were 12!" He threw his arms up.

I turned and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing my own arms.

"I've hated you since I was 12." I deadpanned.

He rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Oh, Lauren, that hurt my heart. You should really consider being nicer. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words-"

I cut him off, standing up and opening the door.

"That's more than enough, thanks. The door's open, see your way out." I returned to the bed, my chest burning with anger.

The room was silent for a moment before he sighed and started to leave. He paused, wanting to say something, I assumed. Instead of hearing his voice, though, I heard the door shut and click.