Jet Lag - Luke Hemmings

Prologue.

This is not suppose to be taken seriously, it was written purely for entertainment purposes and because I just wanted to fangirl over shit for no reason.

I'd also like to add, even though it's not the greatest, please don't upload this elsewhere without asking me first. Thank you.
Enjoy.

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I leaned back in my chair and sighed as I stare up at the ceiling of the airport waiting for my plane to start boarding.

I'm stuck at LAX, on my way to Sydney Australia, why? My parents have had enough of me and wanted to ship me off to my Aunt Clara. I wasn't opposed to the idea of living in Australia; I really liked the idea of an Australian boyfriend. And from what my aunt has told me, the men that frequent the beach where she lives are very attractive.

My flight had been delayed an hour due to the plane being cleaned and whatever else it is they do I guess.

I'm just grateful the airport has wifi and charging docks otherwise.. I would die from boredom.

Spending my time scrolling through beauty blogs on Instagram, really made time fly. Before I knew it my flight was being called, I force myself to stand, picking up my bags in the process and slinging them over my shoulder.

My aunt ended up paying for my ticket, she had told me that her friend works for a travel agent and could get a great deal on a seat in business class. No matter how many times I argued with her, she kept insiting it wasn't an issue.. And by the looks of that line or lack there of, I'm hopefully sitting alone. Sitting next to a stranger for 15 hours is not on my bucket list.

I look so out of place walking into the cabin, everyone was dressed nicely and as for me? I was wearing baggy sweatpants that barely fit me, an old oversized Mickey Mouse sweatshirt I bought from Disney Land years ago an old beat up pair of converse, and to top it off my blue hair thrown up into a messy ponytail, so I expected a weird look or two from other passengers.

Being comfortable was my first priority when it came to planes, I don't know how someone could sit down for hours in a suit; It made no sense to me.

I dug through my bag, getting out a book, my gum and packet of potato chips before sitting down in my seat staring out the window waiting for the long plane trip to commence.

The seat next to me was empty, thank god; I absolutely hate sitting next to people on planes, I'm just oddly suspicious about random strangers I guess; I was silently praying no one would sit next to me as I got ready by clipping on my seat belt, and then I saw seven more people boarding the plane, I groan to myself leaning my head against the window.

"Please don't sit here" I repeatedly whisper to myself and before I knew it I could feel presence of someone sitting down next to me, although they smelled of one of my favourite scent; aniseed.
I still rolled my eyes and turned to look back out the window.
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After fifteen minutes of me minding my own business, I overhear a quiet conversation between the man next to me and a flight attendant.

"If you would like we could find you a seat by yourself" The flight attendant spoke.

"No that won't be necessary" the man replied with some sternness to his voice and a hint of an Australian accent.

Why would she be asking him that? Out of curiosity I peer over at the man sitting next to me. It was Luke Hemmings from 5 Seconds Of Summer.

'What the actual fuck' I say to myself.

I have to admit, I'm not really a fan of the band, I like a few songs here and there but I can admit Luke is quite pleasing to look at, they all are.