pill - hemmings

VI

"michael! give me back my drumsticks!" ashton screeched, chasing after the boy with hair the color of a smurf. 

"guys, can we please focus," calum groaned, ironically, tapping away on his phone in his hands, probably texting a random girl he met at a club.

"yeah, guys can we focus." luke said, putting emphasis on the word focus.

the boys were currently trying to write a song for their new album.

song writing was an irritably long process for them. they could never sit still for 5 minutes and focus on the song itself. there were always problems, either one was hungry, or tired, or restless, hyper, and fidgety.

luke's patience levels were rising.

he hadn't spoken to harley in 2 days because he'd been too busy song writing with the boys or by himself.

but at the moment, he had no inspiration.

how can you write a song without any experiences to reflect on?  he thought.

usually, he had something to write about. either a girl, his state of mind, traveling, family etc.

but this time, he was a blank slate.

*:･ﾟ✧

lonely on a thursday night, harley didn't hesitate to let luke in when he came knocking on her door at 9pm with a pen in his mouth, a notebook under his arm, and a guitar in one hand.

"i needed help." he mumbled.

"and you came to me?" she said, closing the door behind him. "out of all people?" she questioned. "i'm the last person you could get inspiration from."

luke shrugged.

20 minutes later both of them ended up lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, talking about their past experiences, hoping to get at least a small spark of inspiration

after an hour and a half of brainstorming, they had come up with a short verse. 

"i think that's okay." harley shrugged. 

"no it's great." luke said, as he scribbled the lyrics in his notebook.

"everybody's got their demons

even wide awake or dreaming

i'm the one who ends up leaving

make it okay"

he was already in love with the song, and it was only 4 lines long.

"well, i'm glad you like it so much." harley smiled, turning over to luke, propping her head on a pillow she grabbed from the sofa.

luke gave a slight nod as he stared at his messy handwriting, thinking of more lines to add on.

"do you like it?" she asked. "yeah, of course i like it." he replied. 

"no, i meant," she continued, "do you like what you do?"

"being famous, touring the world, everything you do or say constantly critiqued by your fans."

he thought about her question for a few minutes. he wasn't sure of the answer. of course he loved his career, but he loved it because he liked to play music, and he liked people hearing his music because it was how he actually felt in his heart. 

he loved writing songs. he loved recording them, too, even though the boys became migraines during sessions.

but he didn't know if he loved being famous. his every move was watched closely by the fans. he had to be extremely careful 24/7, and so did the other boys. that is, after all, what either makes or breaks you in the business.

he shrugged.

"i mean, i guess i love writing and playing music. and i love that the fans give such great feedback, but," he said, stuttering at the end, "yeah. the fans, the money, being famous, it's just not for me." he felt saddened by the truth. he didn't want to take things for granted.

but he was sick of the system. and there was nothing he could do about it. it was just the way things worked.

"what about you?" he spoke, after a few minutes of silence from harley. "do you like what you do?"

"of course i do, it's what i've always wanted to do." she said, sitting up. "well, not being an intern, but writing. i've always dreamed of being an author. and i know it's probably a one in a million chance, but i think i'm closer the million now than i was before." she rambled. 

"if i play my cards right, maybe one day i'll be on all the bookshelves throughout the country." she shrugged.

luke nodded as she quieted. 

and the two of them sat in the room, talking about their dreams, and the what-if's, and everything that might be.

*:･ﾟ✧

A/N:

another filler, i know i hate fillers too but whatevs

- H.