Chapter 6
I hate falling for someone. Because all you can think about is that one person- from the time you wake up until the time you fall asleep. And you worry if they're talking to someone else, or have their eyes on someone else better than you. You worry that they'll meet someone better than you, that can make them happier. But most of all you worry that the feeling they have for you will be lost, and things will never be the same. And for the first time in two years I wasn't sure if I felt this way about Luke Hemmings anymore.
Small puffs were slowly moving across the early morning, lightpink skyline. San Franciso downtown looked really peacufully at this time of a day. "I'm so not a moring person" I thought embracing not yet crowded streets, shops that were just about to open and looking at poor people who needed to wake up even earlier than me to be on time to their jobs. When me and my dad parked in front of Hyatt Fisherman's Warf Hotel, this big, modern behemoth looked like it was just about to wake up to live. I sat on the armchair in the hallway while my dad went somewhere to look for the receptionist. I glanced at the huge, antique clock hanging on the wall across me. It was 7.24 AM. I had no idea why I was forced to get here so early, but the boys daily routine was still a little messed up because of the time difference (it was nearly 17 hours later in Sydney) but I still had no idea why they cant just get used to it. They've been in San Francisco since few days already. Maybe it's beacause I had never left this town and I had no idea how does it even feel to be jet lagged. Despite I woke up at 6 AM today and went to sleep at 2.30 AM I somehow managed to look as good as it's possible to be. The first people started to gather in front of the canteen doors waiting for breakfast (as you could see they were some tourist whose daily routine was a little changed as well or they were just excited to visit whole West Coast and didn't want to loose their precious time on such thing as sleep). At the same time my favourite boys in the world, followed by my always good looking dad stepped out from the elevator. Ashton didn't need even 10 seconds to spot me sitting in the hallway.
-Liv!- he called me like it was even possible for my eyes to miss them. Anyway, I tried to look surprised to see him at the same time. I walked up to them, trying to contain my wide smile but I just couldnt help. I had no idea what it was but I was just happy to see them all again after these 2 days, like it made me remember that it all is really happening.
-Ok, boys, your manager gave me the adress of studio where you should be writing music, so I guess after breakfast we should all head...
-Do we really need to write our songs in studio, it's totally unispiring and lame- I needed to use all my power not to open my mouth in a little shock because person who just interrupted my dad with his complaining was Luke. Wait, what?
-Hmm, I agree, maybe we should just go for a little trip around and find some better places?- Ashton actually agreed with him, giving me t h a t look. What was the boys plan? My dad suggested to think about it while eating breakfast, which made Michael very happy as he was just waiting for us to already go inside the canteen and eat the unbelievable amounts of pancakes with toffee and vanilla ice cream. But I could see my dad wasn't into staying all day in studio with them, and as they would hang out around San Francisco he could finally go somewhere else. During the whole breakfast Calum was telling me about the lovely fans they met yesterday at the beach and how Luke was butthurt for being forced to talk to them instead of going swimming.
-I wasn't butthurt! I just didn't want them to see me looking so exhausted, you know I love all of our fans a lot- he said outraged, staring on his strawberry smoothie. I was wondering if I should still count myself as a fan or was I already like a friend (well, maybe not to all) to them?
