Mrs All American // Luke Hemmings, 5SOS

Chapter 14 // Guitar

Luke the blonde lil shit: kaya my bandmates wont talk to me )))))-:

KayKay: not v surprising lmao

Luke the blonde lil shit: r00d

KayKay: tru tho

Luke the blonde lil shit: w/e

Luke the blonde lil shit: anyway help

KayKay: how&&why??

Luke the blonde lil shit: can i come over i cant go outside without mikey girls attacking me

Luke the blonde lil shit: someone threw a wet flannel at me

Luke the blonde lil shit: and idk what liquid it was ygm

KayKay: EW EW EW okay

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I opened the door to Luke smiling cheesily, his hair flat against his sweaty forehead. "Why are you so happy? Everyone hates you." I dragged him in and slammed the door, crossing my arms in front of him. His smile dropped immediately, as he reached up to scratch his stubble, sighing.

"I'm not, I'm not." He muttered, pulling his sweater sleeves over his hands. "Look at the media, fucking hell, they're harsh." I didn't even need to go online to guess what the headlines were. Tears began to drip down Luke's face as he pushed out his bottom lip like a baby. I sighed and pulled him into my chest, even though he towered over my tiny stature. His arms found my waist, and he held on to me tightly, kissing my head.

"We're okay, we've got each other." He whispered to me, making me pull back harshly.

"Luke... we're not- you know..." I grimaced, holding him at arms length. He rolled his eyes, pulling me back into him.

"Yeah, I know." He mumbled. "But if everyone else thinks we are, we may as well play along..."

I scoffed. "Wow, Luke, wow. No. No, not happening." He smirked, blinking hard, as if trying to shake a though from his head.

"Good try, you gotta admit." Luke snickered. I reached up on my tiptoes, brushing his mop of floppy, un-quiffed blond hair from his eyes. His blue shiny ones connected with mine, and he stared at me for a good fifteen seconds before coughing and looking away.

"So, what was that on-stage?" I asked tentatively, unsure if this would be a touchy subject or not. Luke laced our fingers together, closing the space between our foreheads.

"Kaya, I like you. So much. So much, you don't even know." He sighed, as my lips parted in shock. "Kaya, I know this is so wrong, and we can't be together, but let's wait through this okay? Let's wait for this to blow over, and then will you be mine?" He spoke, his breath tangling with mine due to our lack of space. It felt like the world had stopped and we were the only ones breathing - well, actually, I wasn't breathing. Isn't this what I had wanted? Isn't this what I had been waiting for?

"Luke..." I groaned. His eyebrows furrowed and he bobbed his head down so his eyes were level with mine. "We can't. They'll find out. The fans will hate me; look at Ash and Bryana."

Luke shook his head, squeezing my hands. "If they aren't happy for us, they aren't real fans." He whispered, pulling me into him.

"Well in that case," I mumbled into his shirt. "Yes." Luke's eyes brightened and a wide smile grew on his face.

"Really?" He asked excitedly, holding me at arms length.

"Yes!" I giggled.

"Does this mean I can kiss you?" He bit his lip nervously. I nodded, and he did just that.

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We laid on the sofa, my legs tangled with Luke's. His chin was resting on my head as he hummed along to an unknown song. My head was resting on his chest, red hair splayed out over his shoulder.

"Luke," I mumbled sleepily. "Would you please teach me how to play guitar?"

He gasped, smiling excitedly. "YESYESYES!" He stood up, jumping up and down on the sofa. However, our legs were still tangled, so my head and torso flopped off the side of the sofa while my legs were being trampled on by an eighteen-year-old infant.

"Ow! LUKE!" I yelled. He giggled, kneeling down over the edge of the comfy seat and reaching a hand down to boop my nose.

"Okay, okay. Lemme go get my guitar." He smirked, planting a kiss on my forehead and jumping away.

Fifteen minutes later, we were in the dedicated music room of his apartment. A platinum copy of 'She Looks So Perfect' adorned the wall, beside a mural of the band. Framed fan art and pictures of the band with their idols - like All Time Low, Good Charlotte and even Dave Grohl - hung on the barely visible maroon wallpaper, along with various guitars, electric and acoustic. Some were signed, and some were left plain and natural.

"Wow," I gasped under my breath. Luke chuckled behind me, ruffling my hair. I scowled at him, smoothing it back down, as I sat down on a black leather sofa in the middle of the room.

Luke switched on a microphone. "Testing, testing," he joked. "Today, we will be playing Teenage Dream, by the one and only Katy Perry." He announced in a terrible Elvis impression.

Luke then walked over to one of the walls, inspecting the guitars. After a while of contemplating, he chose a mahogany acoustic signed by Joel Madden. "Good choice." I smirked.

He gently set the guitar on my lap, placing my fingers on the right frets and strings, before retrieving his own guitar and mirroring my hand placement.

"So this here is a C chord," He said as he strummed the guitar expertly. I tried to play along but it sounded like a strangled cat. We both cringed. Luke groaned. "I'm sure Feldy said he tuned these." I raised an eyebrow.

"Luke, these are your guitars! Tune them yourself!" He rolled his eyes.

"But Kaya..." He mumbled, before grinning devilishly and tickling my sides. I soon stopped that.

"No, Luke, we are not going to be that couple." I said firmly. I expected another eye roll, but instead I received a cheeky smirk.

"So we're a couple now?"