cake oneshots || book one

Front Door Key To My Heart

Credit: goldencurls

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It was a bummer inside of a miracle for an upcoming band to be in the small town of London. The good thing was, being in the gloomy town marks the start of the tour they were about to embark on. The O2 Arena was no joke, and being able to perform in a place of such high caliber was a blessing for the four boys. But there were cons to the traveling, as there always were; the blistering cold and rainy days were so abnormal to the four lads from sunny and warm Sydney that it was nearly dreadful, and the distance away from their families was hard to comply with. Most of the time when they were away from family, they could cope, feeling satisfied with a call home or a Skype call to a sibling. But even though the bad seemed to outweigh the good in their situation, the four boys from Australia who had just touched down in London were excited. Being in London wasn't as great as for someone who lived there, but for these lads, performing there was beyond thrilling. It was a dream come true for each of them.

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The freezing wind whipped across Luke's face as he pushed the door open to the van that pulled up to the little hotel they were staying in. It was all they could afford at the moment, not having a lot of money, but it would definitely suffice. It looked cozy to Luke, and anything cozy sounded better than standing out in the cold any longer waiting for his sluggish bandmates to pull their things out of the semi crowded vehicle.

"C'mon now. If you go any slower-" Luke began, but was cut off by a snort from Ashton.

"Don't hurt yourself trying to think of anything funny to finish that with because we all know it won't be," he murmured as he dragged his bag carelessly across the pavement and towards the door. Michael followed after, laughing quietly along with the older lad.

Luke rolled his eyes and stayed in his place, his fingers clenching around the handles of his bags. He tried to forget about the cold. There was no way it would tear him away from waiting for Calum to collect his things out of the van.

When he eventually did, he flashed a weary and almost forced smile up at the taller blonde, using his bum to shut the door behind him. "Thanks," Calum murmured as he walked, Luke's little smile quickly melting into a frown.

"Sure," he murmured in response before quickly shuffling after the seemingly sad lad. As Luke caught up and changed his pace to walk beside Calum, he looked down at him, his eyes inspecting and analyzing every ounce of body language that might hint to why Calum was upset.

Luke hated when Calum was upset. He cared deeply about his bandmate and saw him as a brother: always feeling the need to protect him from the things that brought him down. More than often, he even felt stronger feelings for Calum. Ones deeper than the bond that all four of them shared with each other. But with Calum being straight, Luke never came up with a need to share them with him, or at least even show them.

"Cal?" He murmured.

Calum raised an eyebrow, glancing up at Luke with a little grunt to let him know he was listening.

Luke frowned softly, running his fingers back through his mess of hair. "Are you alright? You seem a little - you seem a little off."

"Yeah, m'just tired and cold," Calum murmured out honestly, reaching up to rub his eyes. It had been a long flight for all four of them, and the jet lag from crossing the countries was setting into Luke's system as well.

"Okay, well, just get some sleep for tonight. You know, because of the show," he suggested to the smaller boy and Calum just nodded, making his way into the room. He threw his belongings down and climbed into the far bed by the window, slipping himself under the thick duvet.