Say My Name, Say My Name. *Luke Hemmings*

Those people. Those people that take over our minds, make us think and act the way we shouldn't, make bad decisions. They make our life spiral down hill faster then you can say "It's over." Shane. Shane Paul Irango. Ever since we met, I've drifted. From the band, from music, from the fans. But I've been too high and drunk to care. Why would I? I'm a rock star. Girls line up to get in bed with me, and hey, why deny them access? I'm Luke mother fucking Hemmings. Been in a band with my mate's since about five years ago. I'm eight-teen. Not like I'm breaking any laws when I go out drinking. Before you ask, drugs? Nothin more then a little weed to calm my ass down when the band goes off and trys to tell me "I'm making them look bad." Do you think I like that I'm a douch bag? Nope. But the night life... it's like a drug its self. The clubs and the girls and the drinks. The adrenaline... or maybe that's just me trying to find an excuss to go out and get drunk every night... Either way, this is how I am.

The paps love me, I mean, a kid that goes out and gets drunk basically every night, SOMETHING is bound to happen, and there's always someone there to snap a picture and be a witness. I'm the reason thoughs twats still have a job. I'm not all bad, though. I still love the fans, I just... they know. So why sould I bother to show it? That's what I mean by drifting. I don't... talk to my friends and family and the fans as much as I used to. I'm not in the keeks very often, nor do I tweet to often. I still live with the boys, but I'm asleep when they're awake and vise versa. And I don't visit my parents as often as I should, I only really go on holidays. But that's just how I am.

I sighed, walking into the large office building for the meeting with our lable, knowing it's about yesterday's headline. "Luke Hemmings doing meth?" I was tired and just sobbering up when I went for a late night walk, bumping into some god damn paps who decided to put me back in the papers, of which I had managed to stay out of for a whole month, a recored for me. When I got in the room where the rest of the band and managment were waiting, my manager immediatly got up to examine me.

"Not high." She sighed with relife, a smile on her face.

"I told you guys, he's not that stupid." Calum rolled his eyes. Calum was the ony person in the band who still tried with me, the rest had given up.

"You sure?" Ashton insulted under his breathe.

"What Ashton? Wanna say it to my face? I'm not a fucking dumb ass, alright? You of ALL people should know not to believe what you read in the fucking papers! That shit is almost ALWAYS fake!" I yelled, frustration clear in my voice. Just a week ago it was him. He goes out to. He parties to. He's just smart about it. Little Ash. All the fans adore him just as much as they did a few years ago. Michael groaned, taking his feet off the table.

"Can I leave now? I have better things to do then talk about something stupid these guys did." Michael is, surprisingly, the good one of the group. We all honestly thought it would be him that would become the party animal, no one thought it would be me... and I guess that's why it was. I was tired of being "the quiet one."

"Now Michael..." Our manger trailed off for a moment. "This is important to everyone. And besides, we're setting something up. It's important you all know about it." I groaned and sat down in the chair next to Cal, earning a sorrowful smile from him.

"Your lable has signed a new musican. A girl off of youtube. She needs some publicity. She's already big, but we want her bigger." I furrowed my brows. What he that got to do with us?

"And why should that involve us?" Ashton asked as polite as possible, almost reading my mind.

"Well... we had thought about it and wondered how we could get her as much publicity as we could." She looked over at me with a smile. "Luke Hemmings was our answer." I sat up straight.

"What? How what why..." I stumbled, unsure of all of this.

"Luke. You're always in the papers. You guys would 'date' and get her some publicity, and then you'd have some HUGE break up scandle and boom bada bing she's big just in time to release her first single." She clapped once, obviously really proud of her idea. I bit my lip, letting the idea run through my head a few moments.

"What's her name?"

"Sky." Pretty name.

"What does she look like?" That didn't really matter to me. But I'd just like to know what I'm up against.

"She has darker dyed ariana grande red hair. Ice blue eyes. A pretty white smile. She's super sweet, and really funny. She's your kinda girl, Hemmings. We could do this." I sighed.

"So my thoughts on this decides her whole career?" My manager nodded. Calum shook his head from beside me.

"She sounds great, Luke. She could be good for you." He chimed in. I smiled at the thought of a pretty girl in my arms that I had more thoughts with then just fucking her.

"Now would we actually date, publicly date, act lovey dovey... what's the deal here?" I asked, wanting to know what I was getting myself into.

"I want you guys to be cutesy in public at all times. When you're with people and she's there, you're doing something cute. Anybody besides the lable, people in this room, and maybe one or two other people, are with you guys, you're dating. I'd like to get you together to hang out and practice looking like a real couple together, if you don't mind." I nodded. "But this would be the end of going out and getting it on with girls for a bit, alright?" I nodded.

"I might as well." She squealed.

"Great. I'll call her manager to have her brought up to the room and you guys can all hang out in here, okay? And the rest of you boys need to stick around too, you're friends with her." She ran out of the door with her phone. So that's that then. Luke Hemmings is now dating some youtuber named Sky. Let's see how this goes...