Time Will Tell (Luke Hemmings Fanfic)

Chapter Three

*Harley's P.O.V*

I held Ceanna's hair in one hand and rubbed her back with the other while she threw up in the toilet.

"You feeling better?" I said softly. She nods slightly before throwing up again. Ceanna sighs loudly. I rip a piece of toilet paper off the roll and hand it to her. She takes it.

"Thank you," She murmurs. I nod. Ceanna wipes her mouth then stands up. I stand up next to her.

"You alright?" I ask.

"Ya, I'm fine now," She said weakly. I nod and walk out of the stall. Ceanna walks out and over to a sink. She washes off her hands then her mouth. I heard the door open then close.

"Oh my gosh are you alright?" I heard a voice behind me.

"Ya she is alright," I turn and give her a reassuring smile.

"I'm Cailtin by the way," The girl says. Two more girls come in behind her.

"I'm Harley, and this is Ceanna," I state, motioning to Ceanna. Cailtin turns to her friends.

"This is Jessalyn and Lucy. We are here to see 5 Seconds of Summer," Cailtin says. The other girls nod there heads.

"We just met them!!" Jessalyn cheers eagerly. I sigh lightly.

"We were going to but Ceanna got sick," I said.

"I'm sorry," Ceanna said for the millionth to me.

"It's alright, Ceanna! I know you would understand if it was me!" I said smiling. Ceanna smiled softly.

"That's really too bad," Lucy frowns.

"I know, I really wish you girls got to meet them," Jessalyn says.

"Its ok, don't worry about it. We have front row tickets!" I squealed slightly.

"So do we! What seats?" Caitlin asked.

"12 and 13," I state. Cailtin, Jessalyn, and Lucy look at their tickets.

"We have 14,15, and 16!" They cheered.

"Wow, thats a coincidence," I giggle. They nod and I look at my phone. 6:15.

"Oh my gosh! The show!" I exclaim. Ceanna's mouth drops.

"Let's go!" She said ushering us out of the bathroom.

*Luke P.O.V*

I sat in front of a mirror, listening to the fans talk and cheering. They are waiting on us to get on stage and perform. I felt a hand clasp on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Michael.

"Mikey, I thought she was here. I was so confident she was here," I mutter. He patted my shoulder.

"Don't give up, mate," He said. He was always like a brother to me. I nod and run a hand through my hair.

"Come on boys, show time!" Our manager yelled from the door. We all jumped up and high-fived. I grabbed my guitar and stood with the boys. Calum with his bass, Michael with his guitar, and Ashton with his drum sticks.

We put our hands together in a circle and counted to three then threw our hands up. Calum was jumping up and down. I could hear the crowd. The roar. They knew it was time. They always know.

"Ok boys!" The stage director yelled over the screams. We nodded and ran onto stage. The fans screamed and cheered louder as we ran onto stage. I smile as I looked out at the crowd. There were thousands of them. Cheering for us.