Home

Chapter 4- How? What? When? Where? Why?

I sat on the plane, looking out the window, watching the sun rise up into the clouds. We were just flying over France according to the screen in front of me. I had just been woken up by the pilot giving out an announcement that we would be arriving in London, Heathrow in about an hour. I wasn't ready to land. I didn't want to land. I wanted the plane to turn around and fly straight back to Australia. Back to Luke. But no. We were on two opposite sides of the earth. Everyone kept telling me I was going home. Home to what?
----------------------------------------------
6 years later
So, how do I even begin. Life is.... Ordinary. Today is the 1st December 2012. I am 17 years old. It's snowing. I'm cold. I'm bored. I don't want to go to school. The bus is going too slowly, but yet not slow enough. "Oh Emilia, just because it's cold outside, doesn't mean you have to be so cold." "Oh my god your lips are blue!" There you go. That's my friend Beth. Fantastic. My lips were blue. God, you've gotta love England. I swear that in the summer the heating is on full blast, yet in the winter they don't have it on at all. I was currently sitting on a bus, on my way to school with fluffy socks on, a coat, scarf and gloves. Yay.

"Em?" Poked Beth. Beth had dark brown eyes and light brown hair. Just like me she had a few freckles on her nose. I realised I had been staring at her for a few seconds, and she was starting to give me an odd look... "Yes, sorry what?" I groaned, "So basically, I was just on YouTube a while ago, browsing, and I came across this sweetheart who posts covers of himself singing! I literally died inside, we are in love and are meant to be!" Over the course of this speech of Beth's, she seemed to have got higher and higher, louder and louder, closer and CLOSER until she was practically lying on top of me shouting. I really did not care about this person right now. Any other time maybe. But right now, it was 8:15 in the morning and I was tired. "That is wonderful Beth." I cast her a sideways glance rolling my eyes signalling I really didn't care. Beth got the look but nevertheless, carried on. Much to my hatred. "Anyway, as time went on, he became part of a band. And, what i thought you might like to know is there from Australia, and they're moving here soon. They're called 5 seconds of summer and the boys are called-" I stopped Beth mid sentence. "Look, Beth Australia is a big country I don't know everyone who lives there!" I started laughing but she was having none of it. "There names are:" she looked at me scowling, "Ashton Irwin, Calum Hood, Michael Clifford and last but certainly not least, Luke Hemmings." I swear my jaw just hit the flaw. This could not be. "Em? What's wrong?" jumping round I looked her right in the eye saying, "show me a picture now!" Beth looking rather alarmed grabbed her phone and shoved it in my face. "The little bastard." I exclaimed. At this point, Beth was past the point of confusion. This led her to ask the most painful question I've heard in a while. The question I never wanted to hear. "Do you know him or something?" Shakily I nodded my head, avoiding eye contact as I knew that Beth had no idea what to say. That was alright because neither did I.

Luke and anyone that knew me well enough, knew I didn't cry very often. But this moment. It was an exception. I sat there fighting back the tears, speechless, hurt and angry. How could he do this? After all that had happened since I left Australia, this crossed the line. I knew I had to say something, but I couldn't. I didn't want to. Luckily, Beth sensed this and began to speak. "Do you want to see some of his videos, he's really quite talented." I wasn't sure if I wanted to scream at her for suggesting such a thing, or sit there and watch every single video he's ever posted. I made up my mind. My wounds needed to heal and if they were coming to England what better time than now? "Let's see them." I spoke wiping my eyes, preparing myself for what was about to come. 20 minutes later, and I had watched the majority of the covers just as we arrived in the school grounds. Since finding out about them, I had discovered they were coming to London on the 4th December. Great. That gives me 3 days. 3 days to prepare and see him? I don't know. I wasn't sure what I wanted. He had hurt me so much.

By the end of the school day, my mind was made up. I would 'surprise' him. I set about on making a plan in getting to London and finding them. It would only take me about am hour on the train. Whipping out my phone I managed to find them on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook. I followed the band account and all of them, except Luke. He can't know. The actual 'finding' them part was proving to be more difficult. I decided that I had to message one of them. They would remember me right? I was the closest with Calum, so he would be the best bet. I quickly got him up on Facebook messenger and drafted a quick message:
'Hey Cal, just heard you guys are moving to London on the 4th! How exiting! It would be so cool if we could meet up, I haven't seen you guys in ages! I'd really like to surprise Luke! Make him jump ;) Emilia xx' Before I could stop myself, my thumb had moved towards the send button and whoosh gone. Damn.
............................
I was getting slightly worried. I still hadn't got a reply from Calum and as the days went past, I grew more and more impatient in meeting them. I don't know why. I just wanted to see his face again. His smile. Feel that comfort around him that no one else could give. I needed my Luke. Despite the hurt I felt towards him, my heart longed for his friendship. It Longed for the love we had. It wasn't a romantic love between us. It was just love. Ya know. Love. He loved me and I loved him. We were best friends, like family really and I needed him. Did he need me? Ping. I grabbed my phone, anxious to see the message... 'Hey Em! Can't wait to meet up! Luke will be so happy to see you! Here's our address: 16, Muddiford road, Ealing, London. WT21 5ZR. Cal xx' I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. The same 9 words kept flashing in my eyes, 'Luke will be so happy to see you!' Will he be happy to see me? Will I be happy to see him?
----------------------------------------------
Sorry this has taken so long to upload.. Writers block and all that -__-