coffee boy || luke hemmings

8: Bloody Hell

A/N: yeeeeeee i'm so exhausted omg

5:08pm

April 10th, Sunday

London

Me to Luke: Well. I'm in London.

Me to Luke: You probably don't even care.

Me to Luke: I've only been here a couple of hours but I've picked up some slang

Me to Luke: You're an arse

"I'm taking it," Wren says, her black painted fingernails closed around my phone and she took it from my hands.

"Damn, girl. You insult him, get the anger out." She says after looking over what I had sent him. I roll my eyes and push myself off my bed and walk over to my suitcase. In this hotel, Vijera is sharing a room with one of Grace's friends, Ciara. That meant I was stuck with Wren. It wasn't a bad thing at all, I loved Wren. She was everything I wasn't. Wren was funny, confident, bold and outgoing. I was just one of those things, outgoing. Not even. I was only those things in Cath's shop; it was the only place I had ever felt entirely like myself. There and with Luke.

"You're thinking about him again," Wren says from the doorway into the bathroom. I scoffed.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. Now shut up and get dressed we leave for dinner at 5:45."

Me to Luke: I hate half the girls on this trip. The boys are so lucky they got to go to Manchester

Delivered at 7:03pm

"Can you believe it, Lucy? Luke Hemmings is actually in London at the same time as us." Grace says to one of her lackeys. The poor girl, Lucy Blackburn, smiled broadly and agreed. All I heard was Luke. Grace and Lucy continued their conversation about how they were going to find this, Hemmings kid.

"And some one's family member got us all concert tickets to see them tomorrow night!" Another one of Grace's compadres, Ciara Sacove, squealed and did some weird jazz hands thing.

Yes, my uncle did get you bitches tickets.

We were on the sidewalk after eating dinner and we were all deciding on what we wanted to do tonight. I was hardly paying them any attention. All I could think about was Luke, even though Wren advised me not to. I couldn't help it; I loved him and I missed him.

"Ahhh! Guys!!!!" Lucy waved us close to her. Not knowing what else to do, I followed Wren and Vijera toward her. She showed us her phone pulled open to a twitter page. 5S0SlocateUpdates was the account name and I barely paid attention after that. Another stupid boyband, the one we're seeing tomorrow.

"They're all at a bar down the street! We have to go!" Ciara said.

"We can't go to a bar!" Grace objected. "We're under 21."

"But we're in England. You only have to be 18 to drink here." Ciara smirked. "Besides when else are you going to meet Luke Hemmings and fuck him?"

"Good point," Grace said considering it. I rolled my eyes, I hope they knew that the chances of this Hemmings kid actually sleeping with them, fans, were very slim.

"Who's in?" Ciara asked, putting her hand down, palm up.

"I am." Lucy and Grace said, putting their hands in. Vijera shrugged and put hers on top of theirs. Wren looked at me. I looked at her.