Groupie ; l.r.h

1 ; fake fucker

Elle///

I'm only human.

So it's natural that I make mistakes but this by far is the biggest mistake I've ever made. Now, I'm not talking about getting drunk and having a bad migraine in the morning or getting high off my mind; nope. That certainly is not the case on this fine lovely morning.

I stare at the blonde that casually rests on the opposite side of the bed with his hair a mess and his eyes closed while his chest moved up and down in a slow soft motion. He was holy. But he was also a big name in the music industry. So how exactly did he end up with me on a bed on a Saturday morning?

Luke fucking Hemmings.

The air he breathed was basically holy but it's not like I worshipped him. In fact it was the complete opposite. I despised him with every bone in my body. He was perfect. Too perfect. It just irks me on how everyone treats him like a god. But I have to admit he practically is one.

My mind races for answers as I stare off into outer space. It was obvious what had happened last night. Even a blind man can smell the air and immediately tell what went down last night. The only problem here was, I don't remember shit.

I sigh and massage my temples trying to rack my brain for answers. But the only thing I can remember are tiny pieces that don't seem to connect. While I was too deep into thought the blonde next to me makes a sound that causes me to jump.

I look back to him to see him grinning from ear to ear with a smirk on his face. He obviously knew something I didn't. Which somehow annoyed me.

"G'morning." He greets me with his smile and stretches.

Mind you, he was a giant. In both areas in case you were wondering.

"Mornin'." I replied.

I looked around the room to see that it was a hotel room. Probably his.

"So mind telling me what happened last night and how exactly did I get here?" I asked with worry laced in my tone. Abigail probably had something to do with this which means something isn't right.

"Well cupcake, your friends practically handed you over last night saying that you were a huge fan. But it's funny cause throughout the whole night you were saying how it was just a dare and you hated the shit out of the band and me."

I nodded processing this new information and mad was an understatement; I was furious.

How dare she?! She practically handed me over to him when I was drunk and vulnerable. But shit it must've been good cause I was sore all over.

"Hello?"

I snap my gaze back to Luke to see he had a look of worry on his face which somehow annoyed me.

"Quit the act Hemmings. I don't like fake people." I sneered. His face dropped but it was soon replaced with a smirk.

"Damn. You caught me but I must admit last night was fun." He said as he leans on my shoulder his face nuzzling my neck. If I didn't hate him with pure passion I would've thought the act was cute but I just purely annoyed.

"I have to go." I said abruptly. I stood and gathered my belongings but he stopped me in the middle.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Away from you? Was it not obvious?"

"Why?"

"Cause I can't breathe the same air as you?"

"Why?"

"Cause I don't like you Hemmings."

"Again, why?"

"I just don't like you in general. Especially with your fake attitude with your fans. That shit isn't cool and you shouldn't toy with their feelings like that. They actually worship you guys. They look up to you."

"I'm not toying with anyone's feelings it's their own choice. I didn't ask them to like me."

"Dick." I mutter. I continue to grab my belonging and refuse to listen to his pleas.

Before I could open the door it swings open and hits me in the face. I stumble backwards and hold my head.

"Fuck." I mutter.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Oh my god, Ashton what do I do I nearly killed her!" I look up to see Michael Clifford panicking over my little injury while Ashton Irwin tries to calm him down. On the other hand Calum Hood stays behind playing with his phone.

"I'm fine." I speak up hoping Michael wouldn't panic so much.

They all turn to look at me and for the first time it seems as though realization dawns to them as they look back and forth between me and someone behind me. I turn around to see Luke standing in nothing but his boxers casually scratching his stomach like it wasn't any big deal that he was basically naked. Idiot.

Suddenly their attention draws back to me. I didn't dislike the attention but I didn't crave theirs. I wanted to leave, not stand in the same room as these fake fuckers. I tried to think of an excuse to leave but Luke suddenly places his abnormally long arm on my shoulder as if we were friends.

"So uhm, did we interrupt something?" Michael asks timidly as he looks between us.

"Yes." , "No." Luke and I answer in unison ; both of us turn to face each other but if we moved any closer we were bound to kiss. So I take a step back but he refuses to remove his arm from my shoulder.

"Can I leave?" I ask randomly remembering my goal in the first place.

Michael makes room while Ashton follows in pursuit. I walk towards the door only to be stopped by none other than Luke.

Well fuck me.

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< please don't be an asshole. >

btw this is like older Luke, like 19-20 year old Luke. Not my cover Luke.

ot4 maybe? typical cliche? i don't know.

qotd: favorite song at the moment ??