Before fame; a 5sos fanfic

Chapter 17

Clarissa:

I was sitting alone in my room, ear buds in, blocking the rest of the world out. My volume was way too high, and I might end up with hearing damage, but there was enough wrong with me already. What's a hearing aid gonna change? I sighed and rolled over, sitting up. I walked over to my window and peered out. The sun was going down, casting a beautiful light on the world and making the shadows stretch eerily. I stared in admiration before a wonderful idea came to mind. I smiled a little to myself before walking to my closet and pulling out my camera. It was huge, the kind that photographers use. My grandma had given it to me as a Christmas gift a few years back, and I had never really tried to use it. Now was my chance. Now was the perfect moment to capture on camera.

The boys were all watching a movie in Calums room. His door was open, so I had to pretend I was going to the bathroom so they wouldn't try and tag along. I successfully snuck out of the house and walked into the back yard. Before I tried to take any actual pictures, I just walked around the yard. We had a pretty big yard, with lots of trees. The fresh air helped clear my thoughts and it was soothing; the only sounds I heard were the birds chirping in the distance and the crunch of my own feet on the foliage that littered the ground. I found a tree that, if I laid on my stomach, looked as if it had a halo of light from the sun behind it. I smiled and positioned myself, and then took a few pictures of the tree from different angles. I got up, satisfied with the outcome, and turned around only to crash into someone. I looked up into their face to see blue eyes staring back at me. Luke has nice eyes, I thought to myself, and then I got another wonderful idea. "Hey, Luke?"

"Yes, Clarissa?"

I shuffled from foot to foot.

"Could I... Possibly... Can you model for me?" He gave me a confused look so I held up my camera to show him what I meant. He smiled and nodded. I laughed and kisses his cheek as thanks, but then I wondered, what if he doesn't actually like that? what if he doesn't actually like me? Maybe he just tolerates me because he's Calum's friend. Oh god, every time I hug him or kiss him I'm just torturing him but he's too nice to admit that he hates me. I'm sorry, Luke.

I looked down at my feet. "I mean, you don't have to. Only if you want to. I just wanna take pictures of you because you have really pretty eyes." I slapped a hand over my mouth. Did I just say that out loud? Did I really just say that to Luke?

I guess I did because he was smiling a blushing. "You like my eyes?" he asked, but he seemed like he didn't believe me. I nodded shyly. My shoes had suddenly become vey interesting, I refused to look up at him. Luke giggled- because my friends are manly like that- and put a hand on my cheek. I looked up at him and he had a smile on his face. I smiled a little before I grabbed his hand and dragged him across the yard. I positioned him so that the light hit his eyes, making them even brighter than they usually were. He was leaning against a birch tree, and the greys and whites contrasted perfectly with his black v-neck t-shirt, dark grey sweater and tight black jeans. I smiled, fixed his hair a little and stepped back to take the pictures. For the first few he made really hot faces, then he flashed me an adorable smile, but that's when the obedience ended. He started making weird faces and I was laughing so hard I dropped my camera. We walked around the yard and tried new poses in different places, and it was the same every time; he'd be a great model for the first few pictures, but then he'd get all goofy. Not that it matters; Luke was really photogenic. He always managed to either look cute or magazine-worthy. He was Hitler's dream child with blond hair and blue eyes, his face was perfectly sculpted and- wait a minute!

Do I like Luke?