Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Management

Chapter 28 - Management

~ Luke's Point Of View; Six Months Earlier

Outside, the sun was shining bright and it looked like a cheerful, happy, sunny day, nonetheless, I wasn't happy nor cheerful. I miss her too much. It's not the same without her. The sunshine's cold when I'm not with her. Fuck, I'm so whipped.

My phone was pressed against my ear as I stared out the window, listening to the rings.

'Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be connected at this moment.'

I ignored the statement and re-dialed. I know she's asleep with her phone on silent but I want to hear her voice; hear all about her day.

'Hi, you've reached the voicemail of Rose Irwin. I'll get back to you later. If it's an emergency, please leave a message after the beep.' I smiled a little, then frowned. I suppose that's all I'm getting. I gave up and placed the phone down on the window sill.

It seems like just yesterday when we were under the stars together, the wind blowing, the black and white movie playing, her, me. I sighed and walked away from the window to Michael, who was strumming his guitar, playing our song, Wherever You Are.

We were done writing it yesterday but Mike was 'adding the finishing touches', as he put it.

The song itself was a basic representation of me leaving Rose at that airport with tears running down her face . . . I wish I was beside her right now.

"What's up, Luke?" Mike glanced up at me, a grin on his face.

"Nothing," I waved it off. "Where's Cal?"

He shrugged. "Think he went to a coffee shop with Ash and Harry."

"Okay, thanks," I grabbed my coat. Even though it was sunny out, it's still pretty cold in London. I slipped it on. "I'll go find them."

Michael nodded, going back to strumming while singing under his breath.

I opened the door, about to leave the hotel room. "WAIT!" Mike called. I turned to him. He stood up and picked up my phone. "Phone." He said, throwing it to me.

I, miraculously, caught it, nodding in appreciation. "Thanks, mate."

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Sneaking out without anyone noticing was sort of tough. While tiptoeing and glancing behind me every-so-often, I bumped into someone. Niall. "Hey, Luke!" He whisper-shouted, grinning.

A few paparazzi that got in the hotel, somehow, began to speed walk our way. "Hi, Niall." I smiled nervously, grabbed his arm and started to drag him to the back door.

"What are you-" He saw the paparazzi increase in numbers, his eyes widening. "Run, Lucas, run!" Niall squealed, now holding my arm, running through the back door as I held it open.

He dragged me along behind him for a few blocks, me going: "NIALL, TREE!" whenever he looked behind him to check if they were still following us. They were. We both shrieked and started to run faster.
Zigzagging down the street, ducking into an alleyway, more zigzagging.

Niall glanced behind us once more and breathed out a sigh of relief. "They're gone." He exhaled, slowing down.

"Finally," I huffed. "Do you know where Ashton and Harry are?" I asked.

He stopped and turned to me. "Yeah, they're in Starbucks. Not far from here, I think." He squinted at a street sign.

"We should catch a cab-"