Followed || LH

Chapter 4

a/n

HEYY I'm actually typing part of this in class I'm so bad with my leather jacket today okay I hope you like this chap loves <333

Luke's POV

It's been 3 days since I followed Kira and she hasn't done anything to signify my existence. Maybe she hates me.

Maybe I'm not her fave.

Maybe she's Michael af and thinks I have a bad voice.

Oh, the possibilities.

I unfollowed her and followed her over and over again, but still no response. Any other fan would have had a melt down over a follow from me, but not Kira.

I laid in bed since it was only 8:30 in the morning, scrolling through Twitter. Suddenly, a blue ribbon notification poped up with Kira's username.

I excitedly clicked on my messages to see what she wrote. Kira's message nearly gets lost because of all the group message spams. Luckily, I found the message.

@/kirybiry to @/luke5sos: hey, thanks for the follow! I love your band! *heart emoji*

She's so cute.

@/luke5sos to @/kirybiry: hey no problem! You're really pretty :-)

The door of my hotel room flew open and a pissed off Michael sped into my room.

"Bro, you need quit mopping around. She's a girl you've NEVER met and you're acting like she's your wife who hasn't been home in 3 days. Quit over reacting, honestly." Michael interrupted my thoughts and tweets.

I smirked. "I don't have to mop anymore, she just messaged me."

"Great! Now let's go out, I'm sick of just staying inside and watching tv. And that's coming from ME! All you do is obsess over Twitter nowadays."

I frown. "But what if she responds? What if she has an important thing to say? What if-

"See? This is what I'm talking about! You're overly obsessing over this chick, mate. Let's go out, have a few drinks. Get your mind off this 'Kira' girl." Michael offered.

"I guess." I mumbled sat up in bed. "Which bar?"

"I was actually thinking of this new club, all the big celebrities go to get some publicity. And we could defiantly use that."

"But it's like 9 in the morning," I moan, pulling my covers over my chest.

"No shit. We are going tonight. Who goes clubbing in the morning?" Michael chuckled.

I shrugged. "Cougars?"

Michael laughed even harder and then calmed down. "Be ready by seven."

Hmm. What could go wrong?

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Loud music blared throught the club, the intense bass pulsing through my body. The club lights were nearly all off, but the neon strobe lights lite up the room. A crowd of sweaty regular people mixed with the sweaty celebrities filled up the dance floor, only adding to the noise around me. I nearly blended in with the darkness because of my all-black clothes. Normally, I'm all for this "party all night even on a Sunday" LA crowd, but tonight I wasn't really feeling it. So here I was, sitting at the bar and nursing the drink I had. The ONLY drink I had all night, I might add.

Michael's firey red hair was easily picked out among the crowd. I saw him glance at me and then began to stumble my way. It was clear that he had a "few" drinks. "What a-are you doing at the b-bar, come out to the d-dance floor," he slurred.