Playing Hard To Get || Luke Hemmings 5sos

Chapter 19

Emma's POV:

"So does that mean you're my girlfriend?" He asked, with an unsure expression on his face.

"Duh, silly." I said, as I smiled.

I thought that my life was going downhill but Luke made my life sky rocket. I've had one boyfriend before Luke and that was my friend Jacob but we realized that it'd be best if we just stayed friends.

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After the last interview and meet and greet of the day, we headed to the arena. We were in the dressing room and everyone was rushing. The hair stylists and stage crew people were running around the entire arena. I couldn't seem to find the rest of the boys and Angela, so I decided to just stay in the dressing room and read my book.

"Michael, please get the microphones!" I heard a person yell.

"Isn't that your job?" Michael whined, as he put his half eaten banana down.

"Well, we're kind of trying to get everything set up as soon as possible." The man yelled back.

"Can't you get Calum, Luke or Ashton to do it?"

"Michael, just get it. I can't seem to find where the boys are." My mom said, dropping by the dressing room and went running back to the stage to go check the lighting.

"Fine." Michael said and stomped his feet.

"Thanks." My mom and the other man said in unison.

I was bored of reading my book and I thought Michael's laziness was entertaining so I decided to keep watching him. I followed him to the place were the microphones were kept and watched him as he tried to carry all four of the microphones in one hand.

"Do you need help?" I asked, giggling.

"No it's fine." Michael said.

When he finally cradled the four microphones in one arm, he closed the metal drawer and he suddenly dropped all the microphones.

"Shit!" Michael exclaimed.

There was blood suddenly dripping down his fingers.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" I jumped off of one of the crates that I was sitting on and ran to him."

"Yeah." He said, as he winced.

"We should clean those cuts and put some ice on that." I said, as I picked up the microphones on the ground.

We walked to the dressing room, where I found a first aid kit.

"I'm sorry but this is gonna hurt a little." I said, holding up a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide on it.

"Yeah it okay, go ahead."

I put the rubbing alcohol on his bleeding fingers and I could hear him as he cuss under his breathe. When I finished cleaning the cut on his fingers, I put some band aids on it.

"I'm not much of a doctor." I said, giggling, trying to lighten up the mood.

"I can see that." Michael said, with a sad and disappointed look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, it's cause- I don't think I'll be able to play guitar tonight and I don't want to let the fans down."

"Oh yeah." I said, feeling really bad for him.

"You can always, just sing. I know your fans will understand."

"Yeah I guess." Michael said, as he shrugged his shoulders.

"You should probably tell my mom and the rest of the band. They should probably know before the concert starts."