Anna's POV
"Calm down, Asia," I said in between laughter. She's freaking out and I see her on my screen just hyperventilating.
"So you're the famous Asia," Ashton says next to me.
"You know my name!" we hear her squeal. "God Anna, why haven't you introduce me." She says pouting. She knew Ashton was my brother when I told her about it. But I never really got the chance to introduce her because either Ashton is busy or Asia isn't online for me to call her.
"Oi, what are y'all doing?" The front door opened and it revealed Michael. He never really did learn the art of knocking.
"Skyping Anna's friend, Asia," Ashton says.
"Oh cool, lemme see," he says and squeezes himself in next to me and Ash to take a look at Asia.
"Holy shit, Michael Clifford!" If I was wearing earphones I'd probably lose my shit, good thing I'm not.
"Hi there," Michael greets.
"Oh my god!" By the looks of it, this Skype call is going to last a little bit longer than expected.
We actually talked for hours, well, Asia interviewed Ashton and Michael. She kept asking "are you real?" And I couldn't stop laughing. But it ended when she asked about the other two band members. We fell silent. Even Michael who was such a talker. "Mashton! Where the hell is Cake?" She excitedly says.
"We don't actually know," Michael chuckled.
"Aw bummer. Well at least I met you two!"
They were nice to Asia, and that made me happy. She's been a fan of their band since then, I just didn't have any interest in them before so that's about it. It's ridiculous, up until now I can't quite wrap it around my head that I have a brother, let alone a famous band member of a brother. How did it even happen?
***
"I'm going to pack for my stuff," I said to Ash before going up to my room.
"Okay," he smiled at me weakly. I paced to my door and pushed it open, everything is the same. Just after a few days, this won't be my home anymore. Home. This isn't home. Home is back in New York city with my dad.
Well, this sucks.
I took my luggages under my bed, and packed my things. I'm a little excited to pack considering my flight is due three days from now, but I'm already packing. I'm torn between wanting to stay and wanting to go. My life isn't here. Here is where I pretend I don't have anything to worry about, here I have made new mistakes. Here I ruined relationships. Here, I need to get away from here.
One. Two knocks on the door and I'm startled.
"It's open" I say,
"Hi," a familiar voice says. Grace.
"Hey," I smile.
She comes in and let's herself sit on my bed. "Too excited to get away, aye mate?" She asks, sarcasm clear in her tone.
"I don't know," I admit.
"God, you have three days to unpack. Why so urgent?" She says and pulls my luggage. I pull it back to me. I don't answer, I don't have an answer.
"I'm going to miss you," she says with an apologetic smile, "He's going to miss you, we're all gonna miss you girl"
Again I don't say anything. I wanted to ask who He is. But I don't think I can.
"Me too," it comes out broken.
"Can you not go?" She asks.
"No. I have to," Grace leans in to me and wraps her arms around me. Giving me a tight squeeze. "I'm coming to the airport with Michael, okay?"
"Thank you," I hug her back. She has been the best ever.
***
The next day, I didn't see anyone familiar, except for Mom and Ashton. It was quite lonely in the house because Ash went off to rehearse, he said.
I figured it was that kind of day to buy souvenirs, maybe? I don't know. It has been my first time to go overseas, and I am coming back home. I want to call Grace but she just left, I don't want to tire her too much. And so I went alone. I pull out some decent clothes on and went outside, locked the doors of course.
It's drizzling a bit, not my favorite weather but I'm used to it. I walked. I don't mind a little rain. Where shall I go?
I find my feet had taken me to the clichést place ever, the mall. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against malls, I am a girl. And I think it's required for me to love shopping, I think. But it is really cliché to go here, because there's so many places in Sydney that I haven't been able to pay a visit, plus the fact that I don't have anyone with me scares me, getting lost will be the least option.
I'm reminded of Luke when I see a girl wearing a white tee that says 'Hemmings 96' at the back. Well, perhaps that girl's last name is Hemmings too. It's obvious she's a fan though.
An hour later, I have a cap for my dad that has Australia stitched in it. 3 I love Sydney shirts. For me, Asia and dad. Two jars of Vegemite. For dad, not me. I got Ashton and mom something too.
My eyes wander around the place. Is it just me or is everyone here a fan of 5sos? Seriously though? This is their hometown, so it's logical. Whispers of girls were within earshot. They're whispering, not exactly whispering because I can still hear them.
"That's Anna,"
"She's so perfect!"
Huh?
"She's dating Calum, I think."
"No, I ship her with Luke!"
Okay? This is weird.
They have their phones straight in front of me. Now I feel conscious.
Moments later, I don't know what happened but there's a mob of girls around me trying to take pictures and talking to me.
I'm not claustrophobic but now I feel I am because of these people around me. I don't want to be rude when they're talking to me and asking for a picture which is dumb because who am I?
Why would they want a picture with me?
I mean yeah, I'm friends with their favorite band but I am not picture worthy or at least popular enough.
"Are you and Luke dating? What happened to Aila? Are they still together?" One asks.
"I thought you're dating Calum,"
"Can you please please give my username to Michael and tell him to follow me on twitter?"
"You're so beautiful, Anna!"
"Follow me on twitter please!"
And those were the last sentences I've heard when someone grab ahold of my arm and pulled me away.
I look in front of me and see a girl figure.
It's not Grace.
Aila.
