Followed || LH

Chapter 7

a/n

tbh I didn't even read this sorry if it sucks I wrote it at 11 pm.

Aye it's me I just edited it sorry it's such a bad chapter the best part is the last two lines probably. Peace out Girl Scout.

Kira's POV

Friday. Today was Friday. Friday was not only the day of midterms, but it was also the day I was supposed to meet Luke Hemmings.

Stress on the word, "supposed," because there was no way in hell I could face him in person after what I, or should I have said we, sent.

Normally, you sent "nudes" to people who you didn't talk to and had no desire to talk to in person. You didn't normally send it to a certain famous band member who you were planning on meeting up with in the same week. God, I screwed up.

I finally had the chance to meet my sunshine, but I had to mess it up by sending him photos of my non-existent boobs. Real classy, Kira.

If I already wasn't having a bad time, my dreadful thoughts kept me up in the ungodly hours of the night. Or should I have said morning.

"She's a good girl, she's daddy's favorite. He's saved for Harvard, he knows she'll make it."

Yes, my alarm was the 5 seconds of summer album.

It seemed like some force from above was trying to make fun of me with the song choice for my alarm today. Good Girls blasted threw my phone speakers at 6 in the morning. How fitting. Most people thought I was a goody two shoes, but here I was, throwing my body at the lead singer of a popular boy band.

I basically sounded like one of those rich girls who stalk their celebrity crushes at clubs. Minus the club part, of course.

Groaning, I rolled over in bed and unlocked my phone to stop the alarm. Usually I'd leave it on and jam out in my room, but I understandably wasn't in the mood to listen to Luke's voice on full blast that morning.

Nervously, I logged onto Twitter to see if Luke had responded to my cleavage shot. Not one single message. It had been a few days since I sent the picture, but still no response. He was such a douche, I was sure he had showed the rest of the band already.

This was great, not only was I turning into a slut, but my idols had now seen me shirtless and vulnerable. They could have at least had the common curtesy to send something back from the rest of them, excluding Calum of course. I have his nude locked down in my camera roll.

I sat up in bed and flung my legs over the edge. Pushing myself off the warm and inviting bed, I stood up and waddled over to the bathroom outside my room to wash my face.

I let the cool water run down my skin for a moment, forgetting all about the drama that revolved around my life. It was only 6:10 in the morning and I was already stressed out.

Going back into my room, I pulled my hair out of the two braids it was in and tousled it with some gel. I looked in the mirror and sighed.

"Good enough."

I padded over to my drawers to get concealer, powder, liner, and mascara. Normally I didn't line my eyes, but once again, today was not a normal day. I wanted to look at least somewhat presentable when I met Luke.

I dabbed on the pale concealer and brushed on a small amount of setting powder. Then I winged my eyes (near perfectly) and swiped on some black mascara to my lashes.

I picked out my outfit the previous night so I didn't take my usually hour to find a decent ensemble.

Black jeans with a blue and red button up tied around my waist along with a red sleeved baseball shirt, paired with my white chucks and a couple braided bracelets.