Different || Luke Hemmings ||

Chapter 20

Chelsea Smith

"Ok, you hangover idiots, except for Chelsea." Brandon walks into our studio. "We are going on tour next month." Brandon started off.

"And we are going on tour.. With a band," he looks at me.

"What?" I muttered out.

Please be The Vamps.

"5 Seconds of Summer."

"YAY!"

"Oh fuck." I muttered.

"That's why we're here at the studio today, we erh, have to do a photo shoot session... With them, and then do a video with them, announcing our tour and Chelsea, stop glaring at me like that." Brandon says nervously.

I look away from him, "when's the photo shoot?" Clary ask, quite excited.

Well, everyone is except for me.

"Like 15 minutes time." Brandon looks away from me, tensed.

;

"You look great," Bailey says. "Thanks," I muttered, fixing my leather jacket.

She lets out a sigh, "I remember when you were younger, you will say shut up instead of saying thanks."

"You have changed a bit, you were a bitch then, you're still a bitch now but nicer." She stated.

I nodded slightly, "that meant a lot."

"You're welcome," she smiles proudly. "Oh yeah, what happened last night?"

"You got really drunk, admit that you loved Alex at the age of 16." Her cheeks immediately went red.

"N-no." She stutters, "come on, bails. It's the past." I pat her back and stood up from the bean bag in the dressing room.

"Unless you still like him." I muttered, walking towards the rest.

"Hey Chels, electric guitar." Alex hand it over to me.

"Ok idiots, to the black screen now." Our photographer, Tom says.

"Ok Unstoppables, just be yourself." He says, after we got into positions.

Lea let out an excited squeal and tackle me down to the floor.

"Ouch! What's your problem?" I winced in pain, "I AM HAPPY!" She jumps in the air and Brandon helps me up.

"But with a little bit seriousness, guys." Tom warns us.

"Hey guys, badass faces on." Brandon says to all.

I put my guitar on the floor, putting my arm out. Lea who is on the other side, did the same.

"Nice."

"Ok now, the other half the idiots comes in."

"Nice to see you too, Tom." Calum smiles. We put the guitars aside, "what do you want us to do?" Ashton ask.

"Arrange yourself in the picture." Tom says, as I watch Bailey crept out of the dressing room.

"Move yourself." She mouths, standing behind Tom.

"Where?" I furrowed my eyebrows as I look at the rest.

"Luke!" Bailey exclaims, i felt my heart skipped a beat. "Hi!"

"Oh hey," Luke laughs.

"Feeling awkward now, aren't we, Smith?" Brandon put his arms around my neck and pull me towards him.

"I owe you." I smiled as the flash goes off.

"Ok now, Calum and Lea? You guys wanted a picture together."

Bailey then run up to Tom, whispering in his ear.

"Oh? Luke and Chels?"

I let out a soft groan, "we're not together."

"A picture won't hurt." Luke smiles slightly.

Well, a picture speaks a thousand words.

-

"The photos will be developed probably by tomorrow, I only got a few good shots." Tom messages everyone when we got to the diner.

Everyone got to make whatever they want.

Which eventually led to a mess which I have to clean up.

"Hey loner." Bailey smiles at me, "your enemy is here. Get your jealously on." She says, walking over to the sink.

"Oh shut up." I roll my eyes at her. "And I thought it was a one time thing with Goodwin." I say.

"Huh... So you are jealous." She smirks. "Anyway, it's a two time thing with Goodwin now. Oh babe, you shouldn't have let him go." She put her hand on my cheek, it's kinda of wet and soapy.

"I hate you." I muttered.

"Aw, I love you too." She hip bumps me.

-

"You're hardworking this few days." Luke sits beside me, passing me a cup of water

"You look very tired." He let out a breath.

"Say something." Luke mutters.

"Say what?" A tear roll down my cheek.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I've been keeping this secret for so long. Suffered for siblings for nothing. All I have is my crew and you idiots. And I don't know, Lucas. I have like 50 voicemails in my phone which I wanted to send to you but I can't."

"And the voicemails, I don't know what I wanted to do about it. Ever since the day I left, I was so afraid to call you or text you because I thought I would be clingy or some sort. I just missed you so much. Over the months, more and more voicemails, about my life and the tours and what happened. Wow, did time past. I just can't believe we're here, I am still missing you terribly and I can't stop talking."

"I am outta of here."