Luke Hemmings' Daughter

Later

*Nine YEARS later**
Lyliah's p.o.v

"Happy Birthday, mum!! You're fifteen now, ya old woman." My son yelled, waking me and the whole house up. "Yup, sure am. Fifteen years of struggling and ten of them spent with a crazy munchkin." Bailon grinned and jabbed himself in his tanned chest. "Me!!!" I nodded and pulled him towards me. "Do you know what happens to boys that wake up their mums?" He nodded his head. "Ticklesss!!" I tickled him until he was gasping for breath. "M-mum! I-I'm sorryy!! Please s-stop!!" I laughed and put the boy on my lap. "I love you, Bailon, So much." He smiled and jumped off my bed, grabbing my hand in the process. "Love you, too, mum. Until forever no longer exists." I was hugged by eight pairs of arms. Dad, Micheal & Alexa, Calum & Christy(Chris), and Ashton & Aubrey. Aubrey was..different. She was sweet but had that 'I'll murder you if you dare...' look to her. Her hair is blonde on top and black underneath. She dresses like most rock lovers do. A band tee with skinny jeans of all colours to match everyday. She is, by far, my favourite of all the #5SOS girls. Oh, she has tattoos all over as well as piercings(eyebrow, ears, septium, snake bites, belly button, and tounge.) She let me have my first smerinof, first tattoo, first piercing, and my first round of hair dye. It went from black to blue, to green, to orange, to white, to red and now black and red. Dad hated the fact that I'm not an angel, that I get into more trouble than him and Micheal put together did in school. I don't try to do bad, its just in my veins. Music and acting up come like sixth and seventh senses to me, like they've been permanently in-scripted into my flesh. Dad was angry at me when I told him that I'd smoked as well. I've done all the things most adults do, just at a younger age. Then there's Alex Manning. He's one of those boys. In a band, tattoos, piercings, and a killer sense of style. He can rock skinnys one day and board shorts the next. My uncle Alex, being weird as ever, made me promise to keep him around. He enjoys Alex's love for music about as much as I do. Alex and I have a weird relationship. We're fighting and screaming out hate towards each other one moment, and the next, we're kissing and confessing our undying love. Dad says we act like an old married couple, same for all of my retired band uncles. "Happy birthday, my sweet, punk princess." I grinned. "Guys, Alex is here! I'm gone, love you, stupids!!" I grabbed my son's hand and dragged him with me towards Alex's sleek, shiny, black range rover. We all got in and buckled before jamming out to some Pierce The Veil, All Time Low, Sleeping With Sirens, and yes, Five Seconds of Summer. "Where are we goinngg!?" I questioned my boyfriend. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." Both boys replied, totally in sync. I groaned and then a thought popped into my mind. "Roses are red, violets are blue, I love my music more than I'll ever like you." I laughed at the pouty faces. "Babe, I play music, you have to love me." I lifted an eyebrow. "Have to, or choose to?" I sassed. "Guys, guys, chill. I do not want to be around when y'all have a huge blow out argument." I stuck my tongue out at the smaller boy in the back. "We don't have 'blow outs', we have full out explosions. And once the lava cools, we form an island of peace." I laughed at Alex's words. "How sweet, baby." He nodded. "Sweeter than aunt May's freshly brewed sweet tea!" Bailon gasped at this, his redneck roots showing immensely. "Can we get some!?!" I was laughing so hard. I doubled over in my seat and had tears rolling down my cheeks. "Dumbo." I finally stuttered out at Alex. Bailon huffed before pouting and crossing his arms, being the baby he was. "Mom!" He dragged out the 'O' for a while. "Yes, son?" Alex cracked a grin at our banter. "Can I please get some sweet tea?" I grunted before answering. "Yes youngin'. God forbid that you get no tea." I muttered. "Sweet tea, ma. Not tea." Grinning at my sassy boy, I passed him some candy. "Atta boy." Alex laughed harder than before. "Alex, you best believe I won't hesitate to beat you to a pulp if you break her heart. She has been there for me since day one and I'll be there for her forever. I know you 'won't hurt her', but she isn't a test dummy. Don't do something stupid just to see if she stays." Alex pulled over and I jumped in the back. "I love you, butt monkey. Alex won't hurt me, promise. And if he does, I'll let you and grandpa have a go at him." Bai nodded and positioned his small body in my lap, curled into me. Alex frowned and sat beside me. "I won't hurt your mom, buddy. She means way too much to me. I couldn't hurt her, not without hurting myself as well." Bailon nodded and went back to singing along with dad and the other fools.