The Only Reason | 5sos

31 - Home

>Dahlias POV<

Luke grabs Maya's backpack and we all crowd onto the escalator.

"We're home, we're home!" I sing on the way down.

Once we're on the second floor we all take off running to our baggage carousel. I see my bag and go to grab it when I bump into the man beside me.

"Oh I'm so sor-" I look up. "Dad?" I gasp.

He pulls me into a bear hug. "I missed you sweetheart."

"I missed you too! What're you doing here? I haven't seen you in so long!"

"I couldn't wait. It's been what, ten months since I saw you in person? I missed my Dahlia! And Maya! Where is she?" He asks.

"Oh she's right over," I point in the direction I last saw her. "There..." I finish awkwardly. She has her bag, and she's sitting on top of it kissing Luke.

Dad facial expression changed. "She um, she has a boyfriend."

"Yeah. That's uh, that's Luke. I told you about him. Calum's best friend..."

"Mmhm. Grab your bag."

"Uh, okay," it's just coming around again, so I get it and run after him.

"Maya!" Dad says, interrupting yet another kiss.

"Uncle Tyler!" She exclaims, pulling away.

Luke stands there, red faced and wide eyed.

"Who are you?" He glares at Luke.

"I, uh, I, um."

"Well?"

"L-Luke Hemmings, sir."

"And what do you think you were just doing?"

Behind my dad Calum and Michael do the 'you're dead' sign, while Ashton holds back a giggle.

"I was uh..."

Dads glare intensifies.

"He's my boyfriend, okay!" Maya exclaims.

I bite my lip awkwardly. "Well this is-"

"How old are you Luke?"

"Sixteen, sir."

"If you hurt my niece, I have a gun. Okay?"

Oh my gosh.

"I don't plan on that happening, sir."

Michael grins, "Ohhhhh! What's gonna happen when Dahlia tells abou-"

"Shhh!" Calum cuts in and elbows Michael in the ribs.

Dad gives him a confused look. "About?"

"My drawing! Of the London eye!"

"Yeah her drawing is really nice!" Ashton smiles.

"Uh I guess? But I meant-"

"Michael! I forgot to show you something, come with me!" Ashton grabs his arm and pulls him away.

"Maya, Luke! Let's go see what it is!" Calum suggests.

They quickly leave.

After a minute or so of silence he turns and look at me.

"How are you?" Dad asks. "We haven't really talked about your mom..."

"I'm okay."

"Have you visited her grave?" His voice is hoarse.