chapter 5

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luke

When all the guys got to the house, we all ordered pizza, something we do before every show. "im so excited for the show! are you guys?" Ashton excitedly asked as Samantha walked in.

"hey, so we are getting ready to eat some pizza, then we are going to soundcheck. do you wanna come? you can come to the show too, you can stay backstage." i asked her, and i couldnt help myself. i missed her. I know that she will be upset at first because of what i did but she will eventually forgive me. i know she will. but i wouldnt be able to take that short amount of time she would avoid me. its honestly so hard to even get out of bed everyday knowing that she wont talk to me, or look at me.

"sure." she quietly mumbled. "let me just get changed." she then said, walking up the steps to her room. After awhile, she came downstairs and my mouth dropped, i know it did.

She was wearing skinny jeans, a grey tshirt tucked into the front of her pants, a black and red plaid shirt on top, a black fedora, and her favorite black doc martins. She wasnt wearing contacts like she usually does, but she was wearing black glasses that i would normally call "nerd glasses." but seeing her in them was so different. she looked so natural, so beautiful. and i know all the guys were looking too. i have never seen her dressed like this, she always went for the girly look, but not today. and i absolutely loved it.

after pizza, we all got into my car and i made sure that samantha sat in the passenger seat. she turned on the radio and had The 1975 quietly playing in the background. Once we got there, her mouth dropped.

"this arena is sooo big!" she exclaimed. I nodded, and we all walked backstage to get our guitars and bass tuned. Ashton didnt have to do anything, since his drums were already out on the stage. After awhile, we all went to the stage and began to play. Samantha was sitting in the front row of the seats, singing along with our songs. until we began to play "If You Dont Know" which is a song that we are playing for the first time tonight. i wrote this song about her, and i dont know if she knows that or not. I wrote it after we got home from tour, and she ran away from me that night in the olive garden parking lot.

She sat there, focused, taking in every word that we were singing. She then began to tear up, and I knew why. Because this song perfectly describes us and she knows it. She knows i wrote that about her. I stopped playing, and chased after her.

When i finally found her, she was sitting backstage on a bench, crying into her hands.

" dont cry, youll mess up that perfect eyeliner that you manage to always do." i said, and she laughed a little. and it sounded like heaven. I havent heard her laugh in awhile. "theres the laugh that im in love with." i said, looking over at her.

"did you write that about me?" she asked, and i nodded. She took in a deep breath, and stood up.

"come on, you need to practice for the show tonight." she told me, then walked away. i sighed, and went back out on stage.

After the show, we walked backstage to see Samantha dancing around singing Shes Kinda Hot.

"you guys did greatttt." she giggled, and it was obvious she was not sober.

"samantha, did you really drink? whats gotten into you?" Michael asked, laughing at her stupidity. Samantha just giggled, and continued to sing.

"guys, go clean up. im going to stay back here with her. dont want her doing anything stupid." i instructed. They did what i said without arguing, which is surprising.

"hey lukee.. i really missed ya you know." she told me, then hiccuped. it was probably the cutest thing ever.

"i missed you too babygirl." i responded, sitting down on the bench. maybe i should try practicing saying what i am plan on telling her. Its not like she will remember it, shes pretty wasted.

"i have to tell you something." i spoke, and she just looked at me

"i cheated on you."


a/n: WoAHH.. i apologize in advance for this sharp turn of events.

the picture of what samantha wore is in the pics.

hope you enjoyed (-:

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