He Was P(L)uke

1

"Guess who's coming?" Stacy asked me as I stuffed my face with bacon and orange juice. We were currently sitting in the front porch of my house, as my father served us our breakfast.

"Yikes, let me guess." The bacon travelled trough my throat, while I thought on potential names of people I hadn't seen in ages. "Thomas Walker?"

"Close but not so close. Same school." She assured me. I squinted my eyes and thought again.

"My mom? Come on! She said she wouldn't even show her face there."

"Jeez, Charles! She's I don't know how many years older. Keep guessing!"

"I don't know." I said shrugging frustratedly.

"Guess, come on!" She smirked. Oh no.

"Let's say... Luke-"

"Yup." She interrupted.

"-Hemmings what?"

"Yeah!!" She said jumping up and down. "Your fucking crush!"

"Fuck it? Wasn't he in Australia? Calum told me he would be staying there while he sorted out another business." I said and stomped out of the room. That was going to be a dreadful day.

-/-

'Hai'

'You're the worst' I said over the phone. I heard Calum sigh dramatically.

'What did I do now?'

'Next time you invite me to something, you gotta tell me my past crush is coming'

'Oh Luke?' He asked, and I could feel he was raising his left eyebrow, like he always did when guilty.

I nodded. Yikes, he couldn't even see me. 'Yup' I replied, getting closer and closer to the church. I had to walk just a few minutes from my house to the church, and arrive majestically to the wedding. Today was the big day. Not my big day, but I was having a weird mixture of anxiety and nerves that made my stomach churn loudly; I felt like if I was the bride, which I wasn't. Back to the conversation.

Calum sighed and answered 'Sorry, Charlie... I guess I should've told you... But my mom wanted to see you again. You know her, Charles... She loves you... And I'll be there with you!'

'I still hate you, though.' I responded with a groan.

'I know, my love. But-'

'Shush, Calum! I'm already there.' I said frustrated, he chuckled halfheartedly, and hung up on me. I sighed shaking my head while I walked towards the church. Stacy was there talking to the five groomsmen: Calum, Ashton, Mason, Jack and... Luke Perfection Hemmings. Stacy had a beautiful, long, turquoise a-line dress, with silver sequins creating a belt that hugged her waist. That color really brought up her tanned skin. Her brown wavy hair hung loose, making her dark brown eyes to stand up from all her features. She looked incredible.

"Charlotte!" She yelled, backing away from the five guys that were the groomsmen. And oh Jesus Christ. Luke Fucking Hemmings was wearing a fucking tuxedo and looked fucking amazing.

"Is that Charlotte Judd?" I heard someone speaking. I smiled awkwardly walking towards all of them.

"Yup." Luke answered. Luke. Answered. L.U.K.E.

"Hay Charles." I could recognize that deep voice everywhere. "How you doing, matey?"

"Oh Calum!" I breathed, looking at my best friend. "We really need to talk." He smiled politely, grabbed my arm, and pushed me out of the church.

When we were outside, he crossed his arms and began pacing back and forth while I stood watching him.

"I am sorry, Charlie. Okay? Better off now?" He said frustratedly, brows furrowed, and hands clenched. "I did not ask my cousin to marry a Hemmings."

"I know." I answered.

"Then why do you keep fighting?"

"To annoy you, dumbass!" I literally skipped down like a horse, and walked again back to the church, with a huge grin on my face. Stacy was Kiera's youngest sister, after Brielle and Mandy. Although Kiera was the oldest and Stacy the youngest, they had the best relationship between sisters. Kiera was eleven years old when Stacy was born, and now she was a beautiful young lady, who was marrying my crush's brother.

Luke and his older brother, Jack, walked towards me.

"Judd!" Jack said nodding. I smiled politely, but in my mind I was undressing both boys with just my eyes. "How's your brother?"

"Ethan? He's doing fine. He got a job in Canada, and he'll be working there for some months."

"That's pretty rad." Luke said and Jack nodded. We chatted for a while, me awkwardly standing and them arguing on who was going to arrive first to the after party. The guests began flooding the chairs of the small church.

After a while, Calum came to me and whispered in my ear. "The bride's coming." I nodded and he went to the entrance, while I took my seat besides Mrs.Hemmings.

"Good morning." She said. I turned to her and nodded lightly. "Oh dear, are you Harry Judd's daughter? Charlotte Judd? Haven't seen you in years!"

I sighed and nodded. She went to my house every fucking weekend to stalk us. "Yes ma'am, I'm his daughter. But I'm sure you already know that." She scoffed and rolled her eyes, almost ignoring me.

"Oh what a pleasure to see you! Tell your father for me I am a big fan of his band!"

"Thanks ma'am, will do even though he already knows." She chuckled and got her phone out of her little purse. She began flailing her arm for someone to notice.

"Luke, baby." She yelled. Everyone turned to us, making me squirm down on my seat. "Luke can you take a picture of me and Harry's daughter."

Luke smiled brightly and raised an eyebrow. "You're his daughter? I thought it was a joke."

"I am. But everyone knows..." I spoke softly. I hated when people noticed I am the daughter of the drummer of the band McFly. Yeah, I love my father, I love his music, and I love that he receives fame for being awesome. But it's disturbing when you're at a wedding and people recognize you for him.

He took the picture, which I can assure you I looked hideous, but everything for Mrs.Hemmings. And soon the Bride came walking besides her father, wide smile on her lips. I turned to look at Stacy. She was sobbing fully, hiding her head on Brielle's shoulder. Brielle chuckled and gave her sister a little pat in the arm.

Suddenly, a phone besides where I sat began ringing. And oh fucking surprise, the ringtone was Mrs.Hemmings' phone and my dad was the fucking drummer of the song. And more or less fifty woman between the ages of forty five and ninety, began fangirling and saying "That's McFly! Oh I love the drummer, Harry." and "I love the singers Danny and Tom." and more shit that made me roll my eyes.

I turned to look at Calum, and saw him recording the whole thing. When summer ended, he wanted to follow a career as a photographer and film producer, and he always recorded and photographed every single fucking thing when he had the chance. At the moment, I could hear him say "I'm totally selling this crap in the Internet. Funniest thing ever!" And Stacy replying with "Ten dollars for the complete video and an HD picture of Luke and Charles."

"Done." He answered.

"Mom can we please continue?" Ben asked from the front of the small church we were on. The chattering had stopped, everyone now concentrating on the bride and on Ben. Excluding me, since I was watching as Luke sat besides the other groomsmen and bridesmaids.

I had to fucking stop watching him, and fucking stop swearing. Fuck.