Luke Hemmings x Reader

Tickets

Y/N POV-

You guys had just reached Caribou and were waiting in line for your turn.

"So, tell me about yourself 'oh great and mysterious woman'," Luke said, turning to you.

"Like, my whole life story?" You said back.

"Well, yeah."

"Ok." You started. "My name is Y/N L/N, I was born on January 16, 1995, I am 19 years old, and I was born and raised in Massachusetts. My mother died in childbirth, and my dad died in a car crash trying to go and witness my birth. He was speeding and ran a red light. I was adopted immediatly by my parents' best friends who had just had a son. We grew up together and he was and still is the best big brother I could've ever asked for. His name is Dylan. Anyways, as I was growing up, I realized that I was always much smaller than all the other kids my age. Soon enough, they started picking on me for it."

"A couple weeks of bullying later, and my brother found me being picked on by some bigger kids. He beat them up because of that. Luckily, we were off school property and time so he didn't get expelled or anything. When I went home that day, I asked my parents why I was so small. Me, being in the fourth grade, didn't know I was adopted yet and thought they were my real parents. They explained everything. My mom had smoked while she was pregnant with me, and I was born a month and a half early, weighing only four pounds. Then they told me my parents had both died on the day I was born and that they weren't my real parents. I was so shocked and sad. They let me stay home from school for two weeks and I got to eat all the ice cream I wanted. After that, I grew up knowing that I was basically the cause of their deaths. You know, I have never once celebrated my birthday since then. Anyways, I got to go back to school, and everyone came up to me saying how they thought I was dead or lefr without saying goodbye. Everytime they mentioned the word 'dead' or 'death', I would break down crying and told them what happened. They were all sympathetic and gave me hugs and stuff. But they never once knew the pain of what I went through."

"I got to middle school, and no one was bullying me. Thank the lord. But it was still tough. I could never concentrate in class, my homework was almost never turned in, and my grades were terrible. Basically, middle school was the worst years of my life. Then, everything changed. We moved here, to California. Where no one knew who I was or my backround. I went to highschool and really tried. I made a couple really good friends and a lot of eh friends. I told no one of my past, and my birthdate never slipped my lips. It was awesome. I left highschool and decided I would live off of the money I inherited from my dead parents, and didn't go to college. Now here I am. Standing in line waiting for our turn to order drinks and telling my life story to a complete stranger."

Luke stared at me in shock. He looked like he couldn't find words to say after that. Luckily, the cashier spoke for him.

"Next!"

You walked up to the cash register.

"Hi I will have a medium carmel cooler." You said immediately.

"Ummm... I'll take a large hot chocolate please." Luke said.

"Sure, one medium carmel cooler and one large hot chocolate. That'll be 7.56 and your number little lady." The cashier smiled. He looked about twenty, and had brown slicked-back hair with eyes the color of poop. You figeted, not used to attention like that. Luke must have noticed you stiffening up, and put an arm around your waist.

"Um, excuse me? But that is my girlfriend you're talking to. I would appreciate if we could get our drinks and go." You smiled up at Luke.

'Thank you' you mouthed to him.

'No problem' he mouthed back. Then you got your drinks and left the café.

"Thanks, for helping me back there." You gratefully said to Luke. He smiled down to you.

"Hey, it was no problem. That guy was a creep anyways."

You guys walked in a comfortable silence. Then he broke it.

"So, you're coming to my concert, right? He asked.

"Ya, but we got terrible seats. All the way in the back."

"You know what? Here." He handed you two VIP tickets to his concert, along with backstage passes. You looked at him with surprise, excpesially when you saw the phone number in there.

"Smooth way to give ny your number, Beanpole, smooth."

"Yeah, let's just exchange numbers real quick." He said, getting his phone out. You took yours out too. You unlocked it and opened contacts, handing it to him as he handed you his. You quickly typed your name with your favorite emoji next to it and added your phone number. You swapped phones back.

"Alright, well, I have to go set up stage and practice. I'll see you later." He said, turning to walk away.

"Bye, see you." Then you parted ways.