Mrs All American // Luke Hemmings, 5SOS

Chapter 22 // Group Chat

"Here you go," Ashton smiled, handing me and Bryana a bowl of cereal each. I was sat on his couch in my cow-print pyjamas. Catfish, my favourite show, was playing on MTV. The ad break came on, cueing a short segment of showbiz news.

"Can we just fast forward-" Ashton groaned before I cut him off.

"Ssh, ssh, look!" I hushed, pointing to the screen. The interviewer was stood with the one and only, Luke Hemmings.

He'd freshened up slightly from when I saw him the day before - now he stood in his usual skinny jeans and a black leather jacket, but this time with the addition of the 'fancy shoes' he always talked about.

"So, Luke, after this recent fiasco, are you now single?" She giggled. I knew I was the one who basically broke it off, but somewhere deep down I hoped he would say no.

"I guess," he shrugged. "but before you ask, no, I'm not looking to get into another relationship and no, I won't be telling you about what I look for in a girl because she is everything I look for in a girl. Trouble is, she just doesn't want to be found." And with that, he pulled up the collar of his jacket and walked away.

"Wow." Ashton shook his head, "Deep."
I nodded.

"He's so not over you." Bryana rolled her eyes.

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Seven hours later, and I had wasted most of the day on the new Sleepover Squad group chat.

Ashleee: guys look at this cute dog I found
Ashleee: *picture message*
MC95: AWWW I LOVE HIM
KiyoSenpai: he needs my cuddles
BHollyB: Ash let's adopt him
Ashleee: Which Ash??
BHollyB: the one I'm dating
Kayafromthe1975: omg Ashley and Bryana my new otp #Brashley
BHollyB: shut up mrs long username
Kayafromthe1975: im offended
Irweenie: go away bryana is mine
Ashleee: touchy
MC95: why are jack alex and chelsea so inactive
Kayafromthe1975: they have lives unlike us
MC95: tru
KiyoSenpai: Luke keeps coming to the front desk and asking about you help
Irweenie: o no
KiyoSenpai: he just told me all about how he's gonna go clubbing tonight
BHollyB: well if he can go clubbing
Kayafromthe1975: so can we.

So, two hours later, two thirds of the Squad loaded into a taxi and rode to the hottest club in Sydney.

"But like, has he even texted you since the hotel incident?" Kiyo questioned in the cab.

"Nope. Not once." I sighed. Michael gasped.

"Publicity." Bryana nodded.

"What?"

"He did it for publicity. Obviously. I mean, if it was specially for you, don't you think he'd do it in private so it was special?" She shrugged, rubbing my back.

"That fucking... That fucking shitty fuck fucker!" Michel yelled, punching the seat under his leg. He groaned loudly, resting his head on Ashley's shoulder.

"Come on, buddy. The paps are out, time to shine." She said, grabbing Michael's hand and pulling him out of the taxi, grinning at the photographers. Bryana exited shortly after, stopping to wave and pose. This was all part of the plan; distract the paparazzi with her and Michael & Halsey while Ash and Kiyo both wrapped one side of their jackets around my shoulder and a respective arm around my waist, to give me a little cover from the intrusive cameras. I felt Ashton rub my side a little, and it made me feel safe.

Once inside the club, we regrouped, connecting hands and snaking to the dance floor.

"Ooh, massive FUCKING DICKHEAD clocked on the left!" Michael hollered. The rest of us had to tackle him and drag him away before he punched Luke square in the jaw. Luke may have been taller than him but Mikey could take the blonde down any day.

It was obvious that Luke had had quite a lot of drinks already. He was swaying ever so slightly, an unnervingly insincere grin plastered on his face. His usually galactic eyes had become glassy and hazy, and he had completely given up on his quiff and his shaving. Calum, who seemed only slightly more sober, stood beside him as a pack of girls shimmied up to them, but after noticing Luke wasn't interested they quickly got bored. So did Calum, who then hastily grabbed one girl and grinded on her with no prewarning or consent. She didn't seem to mind - in fact, her demeanor didn't change at all.

"Mate, is he high?" Ashton shouted over the music. "He hasn't even seen us." He was right; Luke was staring gleefully at the wall, completely unaware of the commotion.

"Forget about him. We came here to have fun, and that's what we'll do." Kiyo yelled. We all wooed in agreement, and soon enough the drinks were flowing and everyone was having a good time. We were all busting some pretty awful dance moves and not even caring. I loved it.

Suddenly, I saw a face in the crowd and almost screamed. Inside, I was majorly fangirling. In a booth across from the dancefloor, I saw Matty Healy. "GUYS LOOK IT'S MATTY HEALY OHMYGODSHOULDIGOSAYHI" I exclaimed. Ashley giggled at my outburst.

"Yeah, he's my ex." She giggled awkwardly. "But we're on good terms."

I shut my jaw, which was hanging open in shock. "Oh, if he's your ex I won't go say hi." As much as I wanted to meet him, girl code came first.

"No, no! Go!" She pushed me in his direction. In my drunken stupor, what had seemed like a sexy saunter to me probably made me look like an awkward amateur ice skater on a rink for the first time to him. Matty grinned at me half-heartedly with one side of his mouth, a look of resentment clouding his face.

"H-Hi, I'm Kaya. I love your band like, so much. Adam kills it on guitar and-" I gushed. Matty chuckled and gestured for me to sit. "So what brings you to Sydney?" I asked.

"Couple of gigs. Make some friends. Make some more than friends." He hummed, staring at his drink. "Look, you wanna fuck me or not? Because 8 times out of 10, when a girl comes to 'chat' she ends up stoned in my bed the next morning."

His outburst shocked me. But I guess when you're a celebrity you get a fair share of one night stands - he was just looking out for himself.

"Oh, no, of course not. I just wanted to say I really like your music. I, um, gotta go pee." I left my drink - Coke and rum - on the table and headed for the bathroom.

When I returned, a couple of the singers' shirt buttons were undone. My drink smelled a little different, but maybe my nose hadn't readjusted from the terrible smells of puke - not mine - in the toilets. I returned to my seat and Healy immediately placed a hand on my leg. Was that friendly? Was the Matt Healy flirting with me?

As I took a sip of the beverage, I noticed it was a little off-tasting, but I suddenly didn't care about it. I suddenly didn't care about anything. My mind was hazy and I felt like I was drifting away on a cloud. Or, in fact, drifting away in someone's arms. I felt two strong arms under my helpless body - one very close to my ass - taking me out of the club. Ah, maybe they were taking me home. To Ashton's. Yeah, probably. I could hear my name being called back in the club with panicked tones but I had no urge to go back and tell them I was okay. I was happy to be carried far away with this stranger.

Until someone rudely disturbed me. My carrier picked up speed before halting suddenly. I could feel my body dropping through the air before someone else caught me and stood me up. But they then realised I couldn't stand up. So they laid me on the ground. And I blacked out.

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I woke up in Ashton's living room with eight pairs of eyes on me. "What the fuck happened? I have the hugest headache."

Ashton cleared his throat. "Well, the lead singer of your favourite band drugged you and your douchebag ex saved your virginity and possibly your life."