Stalker Squad | muke [c]

Nine

"Fuck." Luke grumbled as he stepped out of the shower, entering his room to find Calum and Ashton both lying on his bed, already dressed.

"What now?" Calum sighed, rolling his eyes as he looked up from his phone screen, seeing Luke frowning down at his crotch.

"I forgot to shave my pubes. What if Michael decides to fuck me and I'm all hairy and disgusting?" The blond whined, peeking a glance at his own junk before clicking his tongue and sighing again.

"Dude," Ashton groaned, grimacing without tearing his eyes from his iPad screen. "Too much fucking information. We're best friends but dear lord, I do not need to know about your pubes."

Calum snorted, shaking his head as he snapped of picture of Luke without the blond noticing, typing furiously as he opened his mouth to speak again. "In all honesty, Luke, considering you'd bottom, I don't think Michael would even pay much attention to your pubes."

Luke rolled his eyes, drying himself up and dropping the towel on the floor as he stood naked in front of his wardrobe, deciding on what to wear. He knew that Calum or Ashton would be taking pictures of his butt, but at that point, he didn't care. They'd end up on Twitter and all the mentions would definitely boost Luke's confidence. He always loved the attention he got from the fangirls on his appearance, even if he wasn't actually into girls. 

@caluminthehood: you know it's gonna be a good day when @irwinator and i start the day looking at luke's butt.

@irwinator: @caluminthehood speak for yourself

@caluminthehood: @irwinator you're just jealous i like luke's butt better than yours

@irwinator: @caluminthehood no you don't

@LukeLikesBands: @irwinator @caluminthehood yes he does

@irwinator: @LukeLikesBands @caluminthehood stOP

@irwinator: @LukeLikesBands @caluminthehood finish getting dressed so we can go to the airport already

@LukeLikesBands u guyzzz stalker squad is back in action

@LukeLikesBands: anyone coming to meet michael at the airport come say hi

"Are you guys ready?" Luke asked once he finished tying his shoelaces, standing up from his desk chair with a groan.

"Dude," Ashton snorted. "We were ready before you even went in the shower."

"Whatever." Luke grumbled, running his fingers through his hair one last time before tossing the car keys to the curly haired boy sitting on his bed. "You're driving."

Ashton wanted to roll his eyes, to tell Luke that he wasn't in the mood to drive, but he knew that even though he always won arguments against Calum, there was no winning against Luke. The blond always had things his way, and that was how it had always been between them. Although, at one point in their friendship, that frustrated Ashton out of his mind, he had become used to it and usually got over it within 5 seconds, much like he had just done. He stood up from the bed, playing with the keys around his index finger before gesturing towards the door.

"Let's go." He chirped, following his two best friends out of Luke's room.

The three of them said goodbye to Mrs Hemmings, giving her a hug and the three of them received a motherly kiss on the cheek before being pushed out of the door. It was rare that the boys left the room, so whenever they actually decided to leave the house, Liz was the first to incentive them. She knew the only occasions they left the house was to meet celebrities or go to parties, but at that point, it was as good as it got and she wasn't going to complain. She just wanted her son out of the house once in a while.

The three boys filed into the car, Luke calling shotgun before Calum could even process what was going on. The drive, although long, seemed to go by quickly, resulting in the boys parking before they even realised they were already there. They sat in the car for a while longer, listening to the All Time Low album that blared through the speakers, air con on in full blast. The three of them dressed in all black felt like they were going to melt the second they stepped out of the car into the unbearable Australian heat.

When the clock showed Michael's flight was supposed to land in five minutes, the three of them rushed inside, being greeted by a rather big group of fans that circled around them, excitedly trying to start a conversation with them. Luke was loving it: he was loving the people asking for selfies, he was loving all the girls telling him his hair looked great and he was finding it hilarious that the rest of the fans, who clearly had no idea who he was or didn't even like him, were all coming closer, pretending to know what was happening. Calum and Ashton simply stood aside, watching Luke naturally know what to do with the girls that swarmed him with questions and compliments. It was as if he had been born for that.

It was only when Michael's flight was announced that everyone quickly forgot about the blond, diverting their attention to the sliding doors from which Michael would come out of. Luke was standing as close as he could, making sure he left space for Michael to walk by but still holding his phone up for pictures. With Calum and Ashton by his side, he could feel the anticipation starting to grow as people began coming out through the doors, clearly confused as to why there were so many girls waiting around. It was only when the loud squeals and screams began that Luke caught glimpse of the fire red hair making its way through the doors, tall blonde clinging to his side.

It felt like a punch, seeing Michael hold the girl's hand with their fingers laced as her free hand held onto his arm tightly, covering her face. Michael didn't stop for pictures or a chat, simply waving shyly as he followed his security guard to the exit. Luke wanted to scream, he wanted to call Michael back over and ask him to stay for a chat with all of them. He wanted to ask Michael how his flight had been and how his day was going. But as he held his phone in his hand, he realised all he had gotten was a short video of Michael walking past him as he followed Ash and Cal back to the car. They weren't going to follow Michael to his house; they were known as the Stalker Squad but they weren't that crazy. 

"Did you get a video?" Calum asked, reaching over to grab Luke's phone from his hand. The blond nodded absentmindedly, taking Calum's phone that was sitting on his lap so that he could tweet. He knew Calum already has Luke's Twitter signed in anyways.

@LukeLikesBands: well that was a waste of time

"Woah, Luke, wait." Calum breathed, gripping tightly onto Luke's arm as he leaned over the seat to show Luke the video again. "Michael fucking winked at you."

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my daD SET UP A FUCKING RECORDING STUDIO IN MY HOUSE AS MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT AND I AM FUCKING READY TO COLLAPSE I HAVE THE SAME MICROPHONE AS BEYONCÉ???????

and i am saving up to buy myself a bass for christmas, guess how that's coming along? i have a total of 2 dollars

ps. i started a soulmate au called loving luke, you should ,,, u know ,,, check it out n stuff