The Playlist

Chapter one

Thank you LA we've been 5 Seconds of summer!
The sounds of girls screaming at the top of their lungs begging for an encore filled my ears. "What do you think should we give them another song?" Michael smiled at me, sweat dripping from his head. I rolled my eyes "no thanks. I'm ready to get out of here." "Shocker that you're like this when we come here, it's not even like you have to..." "Don't finish that sentence Michael, I'm out of here." With that I was off to scope out a group of girls in Exceptionally short skirts hanging out backstage. "We won't be at the hotel room tonight we are going out! Be safe!" I heard Ashton yell out after me. I didn't even turn around instead I kept walking pretending not to listen. I knew he hated when he did that, but I knew if I stopped to talk he would mention her name, I bet she was going with them tonight. Would she still hang out with them without me or does she not want to think about me? My mind began to race, I knew what I needed to do, as I made eye contact with a girl with a black shirt that showed of a belly button and bright red hair I found who I was going to do it with.
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" oh my god that was amazing." The red haired girl next to be laid panting. "Mhm" I mumbled as I got out of bed pulling a shirt over my head, I knew she wanted to cuddle. That's what they all wanted to do, they wanted the ability to brag about the fact they slept with 'Luke Hemmings from five seconds of summer' they didn't actually care about me. I heard the sounds of her getting out of bed as I kept getting myself dressed. Her arms wrapped around my waist from behind causing me to let out an agitated sigh, stepping on her tippy toes she attempted to try and kiss at my neck. As her lips made contact I pulled away. I could see the look in her eyes, it wasn't hurt, it was more of irritation that she wanted more from me and I wasn't giving it to her. "Look we had our fun maybe it's time you left." "Come on Luke don't you want more" her hot breath fanned over my neck and her fingers tugged on my shirt collar. "Alright time to go." "Wait what was that tattoo on you collar bone? No one has ever said anything about it." Fuck this girl, now she wanted personal detail about me to go write about to some little snob friends. "No ones business." With one more, annoyed look she gathered her things and was gone.
The city lights lit up the L.A. Skyline as I looked out the hotel suite Windows, I pressed my forehead to the glass, the cool window easing my slight headache. My mind swarmed with thoughts of her and the last night we were in this city, her swollen dark eyes, her hoarse voice from all the screaming telling me to leave, the way her cold hands pushed against my chest begging me to leave, and the way I heard her scream when she thought I was gone but sat on the other side of the door hoping she would run after me. The air in the room became to thick to breathe I had to step outside, opening the door I took in a deep breath of air. Nothing in this last year has seemed real, I took swig after swig letting everything blur. There was no telling how long I drank before I flopped on my bed just wanting to feel her presence again.