SLEEP-DRUNK WITH VOLDEMORT

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His arms were tightly wrapped around her petite body, and even though they were both asleep, they'd never been this comfortable. Let's be honest everybody expected them to be at this point somewhere, right? Maybe only Ashton, who is sitting on the couch, watching them every now and then and grabbing some pictures as torture for later.

I mean, if he were to have an argument with either one of them, he'd have some proof, and with his expertise, he believes they will be together someday. They've had chemistry, but they do a damn well job of hiding that behind their hatred.

Slowly, Alexis' eyes start to flutter open. It's dark in the apartment. Except for an old - nearly broken - lamp and the television, the apartment has no other light. Quickly, Alexis focuses on her surroundings. There's a blanket covering her body, but his arms are holding her back. With a loud gasp, she stands up and looks down at Luke, who's now opening his eyes.

Before she even wants to say something, she realizes she wanted to lay in his arms. She tried to warm herself up, and he offered it.

Luke can't help but groan at the sudden cold feeling, the emptiness on top of him. The moment he looks up, he notices Alexis's perplexed and lost look.

"I'm gonna go to bed," she announces quickly. The soft tapping of her covered feet on the ground fills the silence, combined with the sound of the television. Ashton has been sitting on the chair still, a smirk on his face while watching the two wake up.

"I went to take a fucking shower, and I come back to the two of you all cuddled up on the couch... Sleeping," Ashton suddenly comments, turning his face towards the curly blonde. "What's that all about?" Luke shrugs his shoulders and folds the blanket to put it on the other side of the couch. He does love the warmth, but he'd prefer the heat of a person instead of a blanket.

"It's just that I've gotta see her a lot. We've got to tolerate each other," Luke explains, but now that he's saying it out loud, he knows it sounds like absolute bullshit. An ironic chuckle falls from Ashton's throat as he raises his brow.

"You don't cuddle," Ashton tells him, "Tolerating someone is different than falling asleep while cuddling." A crooked grin forms on Ash's face as he looks at his best friend. "You're weak for her."

"I am not," Luke answers him quickly. Ashton playfully rolls his eyes and looks back at the television. His favorite soccer team is playing, and silently he's hoping ever to be their keeper; a guy can dream.

"Whatever you believe," Ashton says, sighing contently, knowing that he will be right about this someday, and he will interrogate both of them until one another admits they're falling in love. He's been cupid for so many people, wingman as well. Speaking shortly, you need an Ashton in your life.

Luke sends him a fierce look, but it has no use sending it to him. Ashton is the last person to be afraid of Luke. Maybe that's why they're best friends. At first sight, people are often frightened by Luke. Not just by his appearance but also by his ego, the way he plays a game with everything, and the ease with which he does it. He's a threat to both boys and girls, and he knows it.

A sigh falls from the blonde's lips, and he runs his long fingers through his curly hair. The folded blanket is lying over the couch, and he looks back at Ashton again, his eyes no longer spitting fire. "Mind if I crash on the couch?" Ashton shakes his head at the question, which makes Luke grab his phone.

LUKE [21:31]
i'm sleeping over at ash

ANDREW [21:31]

Luke rolls his eyes at the short response. His father never really cared for him. He had no choice but to follow him around. Luke should've been wise and asked about the spare room Ashton had months ago.

Luke's childhood didn't look very different from Alexis'. It's funny how they both went through shit and didn't want to talk about a single thing. Although Alexis dared to speak her mind at some point, Luke never did. He tried to hide his feelings inside girls.

There was a life before Michael, before he got a total dickhead, before he was broken.

When his parents were still together, his mother noticed that his dad was getting drunk more and more frequently. What started with an innocent drink at the start of the weekend ended with being drunk every night.

Luke heard their fights; the glass shattered to a wall, directed to a person. The pieces of it breaking and falling to the ground had Luke covering his head with his pillow, trying to muffle the sounds. This wasn't on his bucket list as a boy who barely got into his teen years. All he wanted was to have a sweet family and to play soccer.

They both had a parent being a drunk.

So, after some time, so-called years, his mother left. She left no note for him, not even a number for him to text. She left and left him with his drunk dad. He felt devastated, broken, and betrayed. Fuck, he loved his mom. He had always been such a mother's kid.

So as the thirteen-year-old kid he was, he didn't know any better than to take it. To pray for his mother to come back every night before he went to sleep and every morning when he woke up.

His life became a mess so incredibly quickly, his dad never stopped drinking, but he forgot about his son's existence. Luke became mature at such a young age. He learned to cook, stole money from his dad to buy some food, and when he was old enough, he got himself a job without his dad knowing.

His dad never really grew violent with physical actions, but he did with words. And Luke grew weak, but as he heard it, he created a wall so big no one would see through it.

When Luke got fourteen, he got into girls. No matter what age they were, he wanted them so incredibly severely. He wanted to know what the thrill was about, and ever since he started, he hadn't stopped exploring. At those moments, he felt like he had forgotten everything. Until it was over, the thrill was gone, and he wanted the girl to leave. Or he wanted to leave the girl's house or wherever they have fucked.

After all, Luke found a note when they started to move things to move in with the Cliffords. It was very short, and he remembers some lines so incredibly clearly.

I can't keep on seeing Luke. I love him, and I need you to tell that to him for me, but I can't bear the thought of having him around, not when he has your eyes and will grow to look just like you. I can't look at him, knowing I'm looking at you.

Luke was shattered. He believed his mother loved him when she left, and he prayed every night for her to return. He was an atheist, but fuck, he didn't know what else to do.

First off, he made excuses when bringing girls over or going to their house, but he realized quickly that nobody gave a flying fuck about who he brought up with him. And he wanted to stop; he really did. He wanted to know what it would feel like to be loved, make love, and have an affectionate relationship with the one person who wouldn't judge him for his past. But until today, everybody does. And according to him, nobody will stop.

"I'm heading to bed," Ashton yawns while stretching out. "Need the tv?" He questions his best friend. Luke shakes his head in response and stands up from the couch. "I'll go grab the blanket and pillow." Luke hums in response while turning the sofa into a bed.

Luke didn't even want to go home. The face of his dad judging him with every breath he takes. In his eyes, the blonde guy is still doing everything wrong. Even on the field, one misstep and that'll be the only thing his father would remember even if he made a million perfect goals. His father seeks the flaws in perfection.

Ashton walks back, a toothbrush in his mouth and bedding between his arms. He looks like an absolute dork. Luke grabs the things from Ashton and turns the couch into an entirely made bed. He walks into the bathroom as well and grabs his toothbrush.

Yes, girls tend to bring their make-up over to their best friend or boyfriend. Luke may have done the same thing here. He has items such as aftershave, a toothbrush, clothes, and maybe even a shaver. Either way, Luke could move here right away.

"Are you ever gonna tell her?" Ashton asks him.

"Tell who what?"

"You know what I'm talking about," Ashton sighs deeply, looking at him through the bathroom mirror. "You have to tell her someday, I'm just not the right person to tell her, and you know I won't." There's a loud silence between the two best friends. "And in my book, once a girl had sex, and she can't remember, it's still rape."

"She wanted it." Luke redefines himself. "It has never been fucking rape, and don't you fucking dare accuse me of that." He hisses at him. "I will tell her, just not now." Ashton sighs and nods.

"I'm sorry," Ashton says quietly. "I didn't mean to call you out; I just meant to point it out. I'm trying to say that it can get nasty." Luke nods at his words. Ashton leaves the bathroom and hides in his bedroom. Luke dims the ugly light, undresses, and lays down underneath the blanket. He stares at the ceiling, hoping he'd fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, Alexis wakes up with the sudden urge to pee with a full bladder. We all hate that, but we can't sleep with that feeling going on.

She hears some grunts once she has washed her hands and wants to lie back in bed. She grabs the closest thing she can find, which happens to be a broom, and walks toward the sound. Once she's near the couch, she falls on the floor by a sudden object.

"Ouch," she mumbles softly as if the fall itself wasn't loud enough. With an audible gasp, Luke sits up. Sweat drops on his forehead from the nightmare he had seconds ago. A scream leaves Alexis's mouth, and she quickly pushes the broom against his chest. She likes to consider that she's pushing the figure away, but she's only tapping Luke's chest. "Die Voldemort," she says, her voice shaky. "Avada Kadavra." She says, pushing the broom harder into Luke's chest.

"Finley, this is not fucking Harry Potter." Luke groans, annoyed, pushing the broom away, making the girl fall on the ground again.

"Hemmings?" She puts the broom on the floor and stands back up, letting her eyes roll over the dark figure in front of her. The door of Ashton's room opens, and he rubs his eyes. "All good here; go back to bed," Alexis tells him. Ash puts his thumb up and closes the door again. "Why are you sleeping here?"

"I'm being lazy," Luke tells the brunette, not wanting her to know the honest answer. Yes, he's lazy, but that's not the entire answer.

"Sounds like you." Alex mumbles. She sits down on the bed and leans on it. The blanket is nowhere to be found, and her hand lands on the fitted sheet. "Ew, it's wet. Did you wet your pants?"

"I did not, Finley." The frown on her face fades away. She remembers the sounds he made, the gasp. Putting the pieces together, she realizes quickly.

"You can sleep in my bed; this is disgusting." She says. "And that's up to you to decide, but I'm gonna go back to sleep." She walks back to her room and rolls herself up in the blankets. Luke sighs in himself, it is fucking disgusting, and it has been a long time ago since he had a nightmare.

After putting the bedding in the laundry basket, he knocks on Alexis' door. She groans in response, too tired for an actual answer. He walks into the room, closes the door, and the silence is filled with his footsteps.

"This is a one-time thing, Hemmings." She says while turning around in her bed. "Touch me once, and I will end you. I will chop your dick off so slowly that you will forever feel the pain, and I will like it. I will-"

"I got it, no touching." He mumbles.

"Good. Because I will put spells on you," she mumbles. Luke frowns lightly. He had noticed it before, the double tongue in her sentences. She is sleep-drunk.

"You did; you'd have me dead if it worked," he says. "Not get your ass to fucking sleep."

"G'night, Hemmings," she says, crawling even deeper into her blankets.

"Yeah, I ain't doing that shit," he says, earning a kick from underneath the blankets from the girl. He groans from the pain he feels for some seconds. "Fine. Night, Hermione."

"So cute," she mumbles. "You already have a nickname for me; no idea you would fall for me so easily." Before Luke can even say anything in response, Alexis hums loudly. He has no chance even to say a damn thing. "But you're still Voldemort; you have the same nose."

"Rude, my nose is perfect," Luke says, making Alexis turn around to look at him. From the tiniest light of the moon, she looks at his nose. How sleep-drunk she may be, she can't deny it. He does have a perfect nose, and that's not something she'd like to admit.

"No," she says, raising her hand to tap his nose. "A life in which people do good things is perfect," she speaks softly. "Not this life, but in an alter universe." Luke's frown grows.

No one possibly dislikes her, so why would there be any bad people?

"Yeah, life sucks... But you can also-"

"Shut the fuck up and sleep, you nasty, nasty motherfucker." She says, not trying to let her jaw drop.

"Hey, I just wanted to say that life would suck a little less if you handed me at least ten percent of this blanket." Her eyes pinch together as she looks at him, slowly and carefully giving him a piece of the blanket.

"You're a good liar, Hemmings." She whispers, closing her eyes. "You better know how to lie about this because no one will ever know you have been sleeping in my bed."

"Oh, trust me, nobody will know," Luke whispers. Once he wants a girl, the rest of the team wants the girl, and there's no way he will let that happen. The team has wanted Alexis ever since they first laid eyes on her.

"Rude, I deserve some bragging."

"But you just-" he sighs deeply and looks at the brunette crawling closer to him. He looks down at the girl. It doesn't hurt to end up cuddling; this will be the last time anyway. Neither one of them knows what happens when they're asleep. He lays down and closes his eyes as well.

"You do smell good, though. I bet Voldemort smells like shit."

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in my opinion the chapter is kinda cute. i hope you guys liked it!!
also there's so much drama coming soon i just-

any guesses on what might happen?

loads of love,
rosa x