I found my phone when I was shifting around on the couch, trying to get comfortable. It was wedged in between the box cushions. 

Fifteen minutes after Luke had finished his homework Harry had announced throughout the house that his 'famous spaghetti' was ready. Of course, my siblings absolutely love Harry's cooking, so they were running out of their rooms in a blink of an eye. Luke got up from the couch so I could get up as well, but I got up too fast and then my vision went black and I was feeling dizzy. Luke, however, thought I was going to pass out and grabbed hold of me and helped me walk to the dining room table where there were six plates and forks placed in front of each chair.

Michael carried the pot of spaghetti to the table. Luke sat me down as he took a seat next to me.

Harry and Lauren were already seated on the side opposite of me and Luke. Once the spaghetti was placed onto the table, my siblings ravenously started helping themselves.

"You two," I warned once they set their helpings on their plate. I'm not one who cares about table manners, but Luke Hemmings is here. I decided to drop it when they didn't seem to hear me. I sighed and shook my head.

Luke grabbed my plate without my realization, and I was about to say something, but he had already got some spaghetti onto the plate and put it in front of me.

"Thank you," I said, "but you didn't have to do that."

"It's okay, I wanted to," he replied.

"This is going to be so good!" Michael said as Harry walked in with two bottles of soft drinks. He set them down and he and Michael took a seat at the ends of the table. Lauren dropped her fork onto her plate and rushed into the kitchen. I watched as Luke began collecting spaghetti onto his plate.

I twisted my fork into the spaghetti and picked it up and popped it into my mouth. As usual, Harry's cooking is delicious. I sometimes wonder why he wanted to be a singer instead of a chef.

"This is good," I told Harry as I took another bite of the spaghetti.

"Good? It's delicious!" Michael exclaimed as he literally stuffed his face with the food. "I love your food, Haz! I should come over for dinner every day!"

"Yeah, don't do that," I told him with a chuckle. Michael stuck his tongue out at me playfully, and then continued to eat.

I noticed that Harry's eyes were glued onto Luke, and then I looked at the blond sitting next to me. He blinked at the plate before he began eating it. To me, it was almost as if the room was dead silent as I watched him. He chewed, swallowed, and then met Harry's gaze.

"This is really good," he commented. "Compliments to the chef."

Harry beamed and nodded, "Thanks, mate. That means a lot."

I couldn't help but smile. I think Harry's starting to warm up to Luke now.

Lauren had returned to the room, carrying six cups all at once. I got up from my seat, but Luke had beat me to it. He was already hurrying over to Lauren and took three of the cups from her arms.

"Thank you," she said, gratefulness evident in her voice.

"You're welcome," he smiled. He set a cup in front of me, himself, and Michael. Lauren placed the other three in front of herself and the two Harrys. Harry offered to pour everyone a drink, and so he did. Everyone except Luke and I got soda. He simply went to the kitchen to fill my and his cup with water. I swear, I told him I could do it, but he told me to stay seated and eat.

Michael and my siblings were giving themselves a huge amount of spaghetti on their plate, but no one said anything. I didn't, because I just wasn't feeling very hungry.

Okay, I was feeling very hungry, but they're already taking all of the dinner, so I didn't say anything.

We exchanged some talks, Michael and Harry would occasionally bring up some embarrassing moments of me, like the time when I accidentally ran into the girls' restroom. Well, sorry, I was in such a hurry and needed to relieve myself. Plus, it was the first day of high school. No one saw me, but I might have told my friends during a game of Truth or Dare and I picked Truth and Niall asked me what was the most embarrassing thing I did that know one knows about.

Of course, my friends were only doing this just because Luke's here. If he wasn't, then we'd probably be talking about only things we'd understand, and Luke would be utterly lost.

As my siblings, Harry, and Michael were all talking to each other I watched from the corner of my eye at Luke who just finished half of his food before pushing it away from him, staring at it with a blank expression. I turned my entire attention to him.

"Luke?" he snapped out of his thoughts and looked at me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Don't worry, okay?" I didn't believe him, but I decided to drop it.

"Ash." I looked over at Harry. "Remember when you got pantsed two years ago by Liam?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That was you, you dumb butt," I reminded him. My brother and sister started laughing and Michael nearly choked on his soda that he was drinking.

"But then Niall did it to you," he said. Now it was Harry's turn to start laughing at me. Oh yeah... " And it was in the school paper! It's funny, because they caught you, but not Haz!" I buried my face into my hands. Why must I be such an unfortunate person?

Well, not that unfortunate. I got to meet Luke, and that pretty much cancels out all of the embarrassing moments in my life. I think.

Luke suddenly stood up from his seat. "May I be excused to the restroom, please?" he asked. He turned to me. "Where is it?"

"Um," I began, "it's down the hall, second door to the left." He thanked me and then hurried to the restroom. I looked at Michael, Harry, and my two siblings.

Michael was the first to speak in a whisper, "Do you think he's going to masturbate?"

"Mikey!" I gawked as I threw a piece of noodle at him.

"What does musterbeat mean?" my brother, Harry, asked. I glared in the direction of Michael as he was trying to hide his laughter by eating more spaghetti.

"Or he could be simply doing his business in there," Harry said.

Thanks for the visual, Haz.

"I don't feel comfortable discussing this conversation about Luke," I told my friends as I rubbed my temples.

Lauren and Harry stood up from their seat and scurried into the kitchen, announcing they were done. They set their empty plates into the sink and scurried off to their rooms.

"Brush your teeth!" I yelled, not hearing a response from them. I'll check on them later.

"So. Ashton." My eyes landed on Michael. "How was your day?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That's such a random thing to say right now," I told him.

"What? A friend can't ask a simple question like that?"

"No, you can't ask a simple question like that, because I know it'll lead on to something I don't even want to know."

"Michael, don't even try," Harry laughed as he took his plate to the kitchen.

Michael just pouted. "You guys know me way too well. But I can definitely tell that today's been a wonderful day for you despite the fact that you got hit in the head by a football and that you nearly got a concussion, but if that didn't happen, then Luke wouldn't be here, and that makes you happier than someone who's on cloud nine."

I just blinked at him. "You're strange. I still can't believe you're my best friend."

"I heard that!" Harry exclaimed from the kitchen. "Michael, why you stealin' my best friend?"

"You stole him! I've known him longer!" Michael retorted.

"He likes me more than he likes you!"

"Sure, tell yourself that. Only Ashton and I know the truth."

I rolled my eyes and laughed at them. "You're both my best friends, along with Liam, Niall, and Zayn. You guys just so happen to always be there for me. Always there for me. Always." They're always there for me. I may have known Michael ever since I was young, but Harry acts like he's known me all of his life as well.

"There can only be one best friend!" Harry shouted as he entered the dining room, taking a seat next to me and pushing Luke's plate away from him. "Pick, but pick the right one! I'll tell you whether you get it right or not."

"That's not fair, you Brit!" Michael yelled, trying to sound angry, but failing when a laugh escaped him.

"I'm not picking, because all of you guys are equally my best friends." I didn't think that Luke would be returning, so I took his and my plate over to the kitchen and placed it mine into the sink, but left his next to it, just in case he may still want it. If he doesn't want it, then I'll just dump the remaining spaghetti into a box for him to take home.

"Well, I think I'm going to go get my stuff and get ready to leave," Michael announced as he headed to the den.

"I'll drive him home. I think I'll crash here for the night," Harry said. I glanced over at him.

"What about your parents and your sister? Wouldn't they worry about you?"

"I'll just call them. They trust you, so if it's your place that I'm staying at, then they should be fine with it." He took his phone out, and then began calling. He left the kitchen, and I began washing the plates that were in the sink.

I finished the plates within fifteen minutes, and Luke still hadn't returned. I was started to get worried. Is he okay? He's been in the restroom for a long time. Harry was just sitting on a rotating stool, swinging his legs idly as he was texting on his phone. Michael was on his phone as well, sitting on the kitchen island. When I dried my pruney hands I joined the two and leaned against the counter.

"Do you think I- we should check up on Luke? It's been almost a half hour." I was honestly feeling uneasy, not knowing whether Luke was all right or not.

Harry shrugged. "Probably diarrhea. I know my cooking tastes good, but it hasn't been perfected yet."

"I still say he's masturbating," Michael said. I punched his arm, and he muttered an 'ow'.

Right after that I heard a door open and then close, and then Luke made his way to the dining room, but then started making his way to the kitchen when he saw the three of us were sitting around the island.

"I'm sorry about that," Luke apologized. "I wasn't feeling too good."

"Does your butt hurt from diarrhea?" Harry asked. Luke cocked an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

"Or does your di-"

"SHUT UP, YOU TWO!" I yelled at them before Michael could finish his sentence. I glanced at Luke and gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry for these idiots. I'll make sure they behave next time."

"Sure, we will," Harry and Michael both muttered at the same time as they turned their attention back to their phones. I groaned and stepped away from the kitchen island and began making my way to the wall where my key should've been hanging, but remembered that I must've put it in my pocket when I chose to lock Michael out.

"You guys ready to go home?" I asked them all as I reached into my pocket. I looked over at a clock and saw that it was nearing nine. If I want to study for Stats, I either do it all night or wake up at five in the morning to drive to school and study for the extra time I have before my first class. Of course, I have to wake up Harry first, and he's one who loves sleep just as much as he loves music.

"Yeah," they all replied. We all went into the den so Luke could collect his stuff

"Oh, Luke, do you still want the spaghetti?" I asked him.

"N-no, thank you," he mumbled, slowing down his pace of gathering his belongings. I made a mental note that when I get home, I start dumping his spaghetti into the trash can and start washing his plate. But I don't want to waste a perfectly good spaghetti, especially Harry's. His spaghetti is the best spaghetti. Maybe I'll just eat his portion when I get back...

Just thinking of eating Luke's spaghetti got me happy. I'm such a weirdo.

"Hey, Ashton," Harry whispered to me, "I know you need to study for Stats, so why don't I just take Michael and Luke home?" I froze.

"Um, but is it really okay? I mean, you've been driving a lot lately..."

"Yeah, it's okay. Besides, driving's fun. But if you want to have more time with Luke, then..." he raised both of his eyebrows. I slapped his back, and he winced, but laughed.

Michael and Luke were already waiting outside at my car, and I began making my way to the car. I pulled out the car keys and was about to unlock the car before Harry snatched the keys from my hands.

"Backseat. Now," Harry ordered. I rose my hands in defense and began stalking over to the back. Michael occupied the passenger's seat and Luke sat right in the middle seat. It didn't matter which side I sat on; I'd still be sitting next to him.

"Why are you coming along if you're not driving?" Luke quizzed. I crossed my arms and glared at Harry through the rear-view mirror. He flashed me a dimpled smile before he began making his way out of the driveway. I rested my forehead against the window and just looked out into the dark. Then I felt Luke curl up next to me as he rested his head against my shoulder. I glanced over at him and he was starting to softly snore. He can't sleep now, we need to know where he lives. But he looks so peaceful and adorable. I don't have the heart to wake this peaceful blond boy.

His hair, it wasn't gelled since he showered in the locker rooms. His hair looked nice this way, but it made him a whole lot hotter if his hair was spiked up. I brushed a finger over his lip ring, but not enough to make his lips twitch.

It may have been dark, but his lips looked so soft. They were parted and a small sound escaped through them. I was feeling so tempted to kiss the top of his head, but I just met him today, and what if he feels it? Things would be awkward.

Plus, are we even friends? I mean, he does seem to act like one, but that sports policy... That's the only reason that he's even here laying his head against my shoulder. If that policy didn't even exist, would he still be here? Or would he forget that the incident ever happened?

Other than the radio that Harry had turned on to a quiet volume, it was a peaceful ride to Michael's house. Michael got out of the car and said that he'll see us in the morning. Before Harry could start driving again, he turned around in his seat to look at Luke.

"Hey, where's your- oh." He stopped mid-sentence when he saw the sleeping freshman on my shoulder. "Should I wake him?"

I nodded. "I think you should. I can't do it. He looks too cute and peaceful."

"Aw, Ashy's in love," Harry cooed. I wanted to so badly smack him, but I feared that I might disturb Luke. "You do it. You know him a whole lot better than I do."

I bit my lip before I gently shook Luke. His quiet snoring stopped and he lifted his head from my shoulder.

"Hm? Are we here?" he asked in a quiet, sleepy voice. God, it was so hot.

"We need your address," I told him. He glanced around the area we were in. He hovered a hand over his mouth and yawned before he pointed towards the left.

"Follow down the road in that direction, then make a right turn on the third street you see. My house should be the fifth one on the left. It's also the only blue house on the street. You can't miss it."

Harry nodded and began following the directions Luke gave. Once we reached his house, he climbed out of the car through the door on the opposite side of me.

"Bye, guys. Good night, Ashton," he smiled and I returned it, because that 'good night' was for me and only me. He then shut the car door and began walking to the front door of house. Once we were sure that he got inside safely, Harry began to head back to my place.

"I would've been studying Stats if you didn't drag me along," I told Harry.

"Hey, you had a choice. You just chose to do as I told you." He had a point. Sometimes, I don't like it when Harry's right. It makes me feel stupid. But I wouldn't tell him that.

I pressed my forehead against the cold window again, and stared out. My eyes were beginning to grow heavy, and so I let my eyelids fall. Sleep eventually took over, and I dreamed about a certain blond who goes by the name of Luke Hemmings.