Consequences |LRH|

Chapter 3

Luke

"Luke." I hear Ashton's voice loudly stating from next to my bunk on the tour bus, as he attempts to shake me awake.

I groan loudly as I roll closer into the wall of my bunk, pulling the blankets over my head to shield myself from whatever is trying to wake me from what was a peaceful slumber.

"For fuck sake Luke get up!" Ashton yells as he rips the blankets from around me.

"Get up Luke, we have a shoot today remember! And you know we kinda need our bloody lead vocalist!" He continues to yell as he shakes me awake.

"Okay, I'm up Ash okay? Just let me wake up!" I groan as I grab the blankets from his hands and throw them at the end of my bunk.

I sit up, still in my bunk and slowly rub the sleep from my eye. All of this travel and jet lag is finally starting to catch up to me. For months now the band has been so goddamn busy. Interview after interview, paparazzi's watching your every move, people criticizing and hating on what we do on a daily basis and now on top of all that we have a massive photo shoot with Rolling Stone to do. And from what we've been told from Matt, our manager; is that it's with this iconic photographer who has been with Rolling Stone for years. But that he is also very particular and strict with his shoots. Which is something us boys are good at doing. before long all of the boys started nagging at me to get up, I finally pull myself from my bunk. My tired body slowly making its way to the tiny bathroom on board of the bus.

Roughly ten minutes later, all of us are sat in the living room area of the bus, when it pulls to a halt in a car park.

"Looks like we are here boys." Our bus driver call from the front seat in the bus. I open the curtains and look out the window, only to be greeted with the outside world tuning into a concrete jungle. I left the curtains as they were and followed everyone else off the bus and into the cramped elevator which would take us up into the Rolling Stone offices.

The elevator dings, signalling that we had reached our desired floor. We all file out of the small space and then walk towards the reception area. Matt pulls away from the group and goes to talk to the woman behind the desk. We all continue to make our way to the seating ahead of us. Suddenly there is a weight upon my shoulders, i look to my left where majority of the weight is and see Michael standing there with a grin.

"Hey Mike." I chuckle slightly, as we reach the chairs in the middle of the office building floor we were on. The weight of Michael's arm on my shoulder follows down with me as he sits beside me.

"What with you today? You seem out of it." He question me, to be honest I am. I'm just not really in the mood to deal with this photographer today, I just want a little freedom.

"Just not ready for this today. That's all." I smile as I look over my shoulder to look him in the eye. He just gives me a questioning look, asking me is that all.

"Mike, trust me, I'm fine." I smile brightly.

That seemed to satisfy his concerns because he went back to looking through his twitter, reading messages, comments and tweets from our fans. Not long later we called over by Matt who was standing by the front desk.

"Follow me." Matt exclaims as he leads us to a small room around the back of the front desk.

The room had red walls and a massive Rolling Stone Magazine logo across one of the walls. There were couches and beanbags for us to sit on until our photographer arrived.

"And you boys must be 5 Seconds Of Summer." A man dressed in a suit with beady brown eyes and glasses says as he walks into the room.

My attention shifts from the conversation I was having with Calum to the older Man standing near by; he must be the photographer Matt was talking about. From the way he holds himself and formally introduces himself to each of us, I can see what Matt meant by him being strict. He finally makes his way to me, his beady eyes looking me up and down before his sticks out his hand and speaks.

"I am Andrew Summers; the senior photographer here at Rolling Stone Magazine." He proudly states.

"Nice to meet you." I say as formally as possible.

"I won't be your photographer for today." He says now addressing all of us as a group. "Your photographer is a young student from the local arts college. She has a particular flare for capturing the emotions conveyed through music." He explains.

He takes the leather folder from under his arm and hands it to me.

"This is her portfolio. Feel free to flick through and get a gist of her style of photography." Andrew says firmly.

I open the leather folder and inside is pages upon pages of sketches, scribbles, writing and photos. The whole thing is full. As I continue to look through it the boys gather around me. The beginning is filled with mind maps, brainstorms and just lots and lots of cursive handwriting. Which obviously belongs to the photographer. As I continue to flick through the book the writing become sketches and drawings of the ideas. Beside me everyone makes comments about how amazing the work is. I am literally speechless, i don't know what to say, she had this quality of work which i believe will definitely capture what we want for Sounds Good Feels Good. But it also shows the emotion and power which music can have on a person. I reach the final page of the folder which reveals the final piece. I was speechless.

"Are you guys ready?" Andrew asks, drawing my attention from the talent that is shown in the portfolio.

"Definitely, if it's gonna be as good as her work in here, I'm so ready!" Calum laughs, Ash, Mike and I all agreeing with him. Andrew just nodded and then turned towards the doors behind him. We all look back and forth between each other.

"Do we follow?" I wondered out loud, so that my band mates heard.

"Yeah, I think so anyway." Calum chuckled, following behind Matt and Andrew. I followed behind Michael and Ashton as we walk into a cozy conference room where there is an oval table surrounded by chairs.

"And this is your photographer." Andrew bluntly remarks, as we all shuffle into the room.

 I look up ahead of me to see standing in front of me a tall, curvy girl, with a hair that is mixed with different tones of brown and blonde. She is wearing black jeans, a white top which is pulled in at her waist and has black lace around the neckline and then has a bright red jacket on over the top. She looks up from her sketchbook in front of her, her blue eye bright and gentle, her hair is pushed behind her ears, all except for one curl. A shocked expression comes across her face making her eyes grow slightly darker than before, which then turns to a shy smile and her eyes gentle once again. The life in her eyes and her smile makes my heart race, like never before. Her smile widens as she stands up from her seat. She makes her way over to us.

"Hi, I'm Evie-Rose, But please just call me Evie." She explained, with her Australian accent shining through. I couldn't help but feel something. Something that i couldn't push down, something that made me curiouser and curiouser.