What's the saddest word in the English Language?
almost.
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A Luke Hemmings fanfiction AU
⚠️Mature content
there are friends, there is family and then there are friends that become family
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All that remained in Luke's apartment was his rucksack, suitcase and guitar.
He didn't know what to feel, he wasn't particularly attached to it nor was he attached to the city. Australia had been his home from the moment he was born but it took less than two years to feel quite the opposite. Luke felt like an outsider, an outcast.
Letting out his last puff of smoke on Australian soil, Luke closed the door to his balcony, carried his bags to the hallway, turned the lights off and locked the door.
That was it.
Time to move on, he thought.
He hoped the next bit would go smoothly.
Luke dashed across town and handed in the apartment keys to Aaron before driving his Jeep to the international shipping company. It wasn't cheap but there was no way he was leaving his pride and joy in Australia. Reluctantly, he handed over the keys and documents and headed to the airport in a taxi.
Nervously, he checked through his plane tickets and information, occasionally stopping to pick off his freshly painted black nail varnish.
The first flight was from Sydney airport at 10:20 am to San Francisco International airport arriving at 7am.
Luke would then have to wait just over an hour to get his second flight from the San Francisco International airport at 8:35am to San Diego International airport hopefully arriving without a problem at 10:04am.
Once through security and bagging, Luke scanned the room for an empty seat without much luck.
The departure lounge was extremely busy, full of loud, crying children and the whole thing was very overwhelming. The anxious boy had not been in a room with this many people for a long time, and found himself sitting in the corner of the room with his headphones covering his ears- but no music flowing through them. He only used the headphones for their noise canceling feature.
He had about 15 minutes before the gate opened and he could board the plane which meant he could no longer put this off.
Luke pulled out his phone, scrolled down his contacts and pressed ring...praying it would go to voicemail.
"Luke?" the woman answered hesitantly.
"Mum" sighed the blonde boy, frustrated it wasn't the voicemail robot.
