two worlds // luke hemmings

0.7

a/n: this is the longest chapter so far, but I needed to connect things. Please don't get mad at me!! word count: 4000+
Enjoy!!

*Luke's P.O.V*
After we land on the LAX there's a black car ready to take us home. Paparazzi are waiting outside the airport and, as usual, take hundreds of photos to sell to magazines and get money to feed their families. Although that's extremely annoying, I had a conversation with Laurel once that made me change my mind about those guys, and I began to understand paparazzi; it's their way of getting along with life, it's just a profession, like mine. What really pisses me off are the magazines that hire them. Can't they, like, talk about shit that truly matters? For example Guess who were the winners of the Nobel Prize!, or simply about artists' professional life, not doing things such as Oh Em Gee, 5sos arrive at the LAX and - dramatic pause - they left it walking! Girls, they walk just like us!

As soon as the car drops me at my place, Calum gets out of the car with me because he lives fifty steps away.

"I would invite you to come in" I tell him "but I'm too tired to stand still. See you soon?"

"Sure man. Night." We say goodbye and he heads to his house.

I unlock the door and disarm the alarm, turning the lights on to drop my luggage at whatever. I look around for a moment, deeply breathing in. God, I can finally rest in peace. Before going to bed I search on my phone one last time for texts from A. Surprisingly she sent one at when the pilot asked us to turn off all the electronic devices and my phone didn't notify me after I turned it on again.

"Can't wait to see u x"

I smirk. I can't wait to see her either.

"wanna hang out tonight?" I ask her.

Since it's two in the morning I don't think she's replying it at anytime soon, so I go to my room upstairs and take off my pants, shoes, shirt and boxers. That's right, I'm gonna sleep in the way I came to this world. I always felt like pants were a waste of time anyway; I love being without them.

When I finally lay in bed and close my eyes, my phone rings. I groan and grab it looking at the locked screen.

Laurel: I hope the rest of ur flight is okay and that u enjoy ur break. Goodnight to u all! 😘

I find it weird that she sent it at that time, but then when I unlock my phone and go to the messages I see she sent it also back when I had to turn off my phone, which is extremely weird because I didn't get notified about A's text but did about Laurel's. I lock my phone again and go to sleep; the best sleep I had in ages.

When I open my eyes again the birds are joining one damn musical because Jeez, they won't shut up! I check the time; 12:34pm. Yeah, I had enough sleep. Also, there's a text from A saying I could pick her up at 8:00pm. I get up and go directly take a shower, flooding the bathroom as I always do - thank goodness I've got Mary to clean up three times a week. I put on one of my black jeans and a white shirt and go downstairs to eat something. I think about swimming later but I'm too lazy for that. How I miss surfing back home. I would wake up early and rush to the beach to get the finest waves with the dudes. Didn't get the chance for that often here in Cali yet.

I finish eating and put all dirty dishes on the dishwasher. Then I head to the bathroom again to brush my teeth. It's a warm day in Los Angeles, so I decide to go out a little and maybe go shopping, but before that I wait a few hours to FaceTime my mom. Luckily, when I call her the whole family is there too.

"We miss you so much, honey!" She tells me.

"I miss you guys too. When are you coming to visit me here in LA?"