You know, most 22 year olds were still at that time in their life where trying to pay rent or even student loans was the highlight of their twenties. But me? I was lucky. Not only did I just graduate from a prestigious fashion academy, but before I even accepted my diploma I already had a job lined up. Most people worked hard for years before they landed the job I did and because of that I wasnt about to let anything stand in my way or distract me; Absolutly fucking nothing.
And so, because of my new job here I was landing in Los Angeles, California after a long and grueling flight from London, England; my home. I had my new purple Beats by Dre headphones sitting comfortably over my ears asI grabbed my bag and quickly exited the stuffy plane.
God damn did my legs hurt. They were stiff and sore and a run sounded really good right now. But, I couldnt. I was being wisked away to the management building that hired me for their band. All around me were loud noises. Im sure a few celebrites were here and there but honestly I didn't care. I wasnt here for the celebrites, I was here to make a living following my dream.
Finding my luggage didn't take long after they were loaded onto the carosel, it was bright purple after all. It was my favorite color. I hoisted it off the turning contraption and pulled the handle up and began to walk towards the front. I raised an eyebrow when I spotted a nicely dressed man holding up a laminated sign reading,
Demitra McAdams
Well, this is unexpected. I was prepared to get into a cab but having an escort was so much better. Walking up to him he greeted me with a kind smile,
"Miss McAdams?" He questions and I nodded
"That would be me. Are you here to take me wherever it is they need me?" He nods back and I shrug and follow him out to a nice town car with back windows so dark you would think I'm the celebrity.
Holy shit this is cool. Ive never been in a town car before, I felt like an excited child. A smile spread across my face as he threw my suitcase into the trunk and I slid into the back seat. I kept quiet as my eyes took in my surroundings, I have never been to the states before and I was excited about that as well. As the skyscrapers zoomed by I rolled down the window and all but hung out of it. The hot breeze blew my hair a bit and I smiled,
"Am I to assume that you haven't been here before?" The driver, who I later found his name to be David, asked with a chuckle as he watched me in the rear view mirror. I couldnt hold back the laugh that bubbled up and out of my mouth,
"You are right David. I have lived in England my entire life. I have always wanted to come here though. I just cant believe that I am really here." He chuckled once more before signaling that he is going to turn right and he dipped down and pulled into a gated underground parking lot. As we drove in I saw a bunch of people with cameras hanging around as well as a bunch of girl wearing shirts that said 5SOS, what the hell is 5SOS?
Once David put the car in park he got out and opened my door for me, I was soon greeted with a barrage of high pitched screams; they must think im someone special, which Im not. I looked to the grey haired man with wide green eyes,
"How can you deal with this?!" I had to shout for him to hear me as he escorted me to the elevator. Once inside I let out a sigh of relief as my ear got a break. He shrugged at me,
"After doing this for as long as I have you get used to it." He reaches up and pulls something orange out of his ear, I look at it and grin,
"Or you just wear earplugs." I laugh out loud.
"You are bloody brillant."
We head up quite a ways and soon the elevator dings on the tenth floor. At this point I had wiped my sweaty palms on my ripped skinny jeans so many times I lost count. My heart was beating so rapidly I swear David could hear it.
"Relax Miss Demitra. Everything will be okay, the boys are really nice so there is nothing to worry about." At the mention of 'boys' with a plural, my hands started sweating more. I gave up and clenched them at my side as we walked down a hallway lined with gold and platinum records to a nice cherry wood desk with a pretty blonde sitting behind it. She looks up when she hears us approach and she grins, revealing perfect pearly whites.
"You must be Demitra McAdams, Mr. Mark has just arrived and asked me to tell you to just walk on it, the boys will be here shortly, they were just leaving their house." Her smile is so kind that im not sure if its forced or genuine. I have no choice but to smile back, I flash her my best smile and thank her then look to David.
"Ill be waiting for you when you are finished Miss Demitra. I will bring you to your apartment. We have rented one for you and the first month has already been paid for." My jaw drops and I simply nod and walk through the double frosted glass doors. Sitting before me is a male I would say about fourty-two with messy brown hair and brown eyes slightly obstructed by a pair of black rimmed glasses. He looks up when the doors close behind me and I'm graced with yet another award winning smile.
"Hello! You must be Demi! Please sit sit, make yourself at home!" I approach one of the many chairs in front of his large desk and I sink into the plush leather, his office is enormous! I place my bag at my feet and fold my hands on my lap to keep from nervously fidgeting. He studies me before speaking again.
"I have looked over your portfolio multiple times and I love your style. Surprisingly it actually wasnt me that picked you. It was the boys, they have a very...limited sense of style but when they saw your work they really liked it. Its so, unique. Not something you usually see." His compliments cause me to turn red and I tuck a black curl behind my ear; smiling I lick my lips before I speak.
"Wow, thank you. I really appreciate it." My accent stands out as he speaks with a southern drawl. He nods and he leans back in his seat. Outside the door I hear routy laughter and I know that they are here.
"I would like to discuss more but it seems the boys have finally decided to show up. They have a tendency to be late." He shakes his head in a fatherly way as the doors are swung open, I turn around and watch as they walk in. Actually, its more like they saunter in, theyre so tall! The first one in the door has such vivid green hair that I smirk to myself, the next has short black hair with a streak of blonde and next to him is a fairly muscular boy with a curly head of hair and a blue bandana tied around his forhead. My eyes then land on the last one in the room and I swear he's like 7ft tall. And hes cute. Oh man is he cute. Dont get me wrong, theyre all a bunch of eye candy but he just stands out. His blonde hair styled up in a messy quiff with his piercing blue eyes, what I really found most interesesting was his choice of clothing, I really dug his shirt that read, ' I Dont Trust Me Either.' with a pair of black skinny jeans ripped at the knees, something they all had in common, and lastly, a pair of hightop black on black chucks.
I blushes when I realized I was staring and I quickly turned back around and faced Mark.
"Boys, this is Demitra McAdams. Demi, meet the boys of 5 Seconds of Summer." Mark introduced me and one by one they each wrapped their long arms around me in tight embraces like this was the most normal thing in the world. I looked up at the blonde beanstalk as he was the last to approach me and I swear I could have stayed in his arms forever. He deffinatly gave the best hugs.
Fuck me I am so screwed.
HEY GUYS!! So this is my first story I'm writing alone and yes, it is a Luke fic. I just luff him (: hehe anyways I'll update as quickly as I can. Until, enjoy! And dont forget to leave a note and drop a vote (; Oh and im really sorry for the spelling errors, I dont have spell check...pretty lame.
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Age is But A Number (L.H. Fic)
Romance22 year old Demitra McAdams; Demi for short, just got offered the job of a life time. She has landed a job as the stylist of a world famous band. Who? She had no clue. She was expecting the have the best year of her life, what she didnt expect was t...
