Superficial //a Luke Hemmings fanfiction//

5- the aftermath of the party

- luke -

Ice cold water.

First thing I felt when I woke up.

"WAKE UP, LUKE!" First thing I hear as I woke up, with those words ringing in my ears.

F—ck. That was a hell of a hangover.

I slowly opened my eyes, expecting to see the bright sunlight shining through the windows in my hotel room (yes, I am not staying at my family's because this is for business), but a tall man was standing over me. I slowly looked up, and squinted at this silhouette.

The person screamed again, "Luke, stop it!! I'm not kidding! You need to wake up! All of you guys!! We are recording a song today in 2 hours, and you three are still unprepared! Come on!"

It was Ashton, the silhouette barking out orders at me, Michael and Calum.

I groaned irritably, and slowly sat up. When I lifted my head slightly, I felt a massive headache forming, making me stumble and slump back to bed. That was really painful.

Beside me was my phone at my nightstand. I turned it on to check the time, and it was 11:00 to be exact.

Wait, oh my god. Ashton just said we were recording our songs in 2 hours. Oh my.

I hyperactively sat up, ignoring the migraine that will soon become more painful later, and got ready for the recording session. I got in the shower and took a bath. Outside the bathroom, I heard both Calum and Michael grumbling how much they had to get up, since they're also in a serious hangover as I was.

After taking a bath, I randomly picked up ripped skinny jeans, a gray t-shirt, and a denim jacket. It was definitely cold today so I got my black beanie, and took my socks, wearing my black vans after.

I saw Calum going to his bedroom, and heard him enter his personal bathroom, while Michael did the same.

When we all finally got settled and ready, we joined Ashton, walking back and forth, looking very distressed. Ashton was wearing a Red Hot Chili Pepper shirt, black skinny jeans, and white vans. A daily fashion check of Ashton Irwin for today, yay.

When Ashton saw us rushing towards him, he said in relief, "Finally, you guys are here. Now come on, our van has been waiting! We need to go to the studio as fast as we can. It's kinda far from where we stay!"

Outside the hotel, we could see a few paparazzi and fans waiting. Everywhere really, they are around. The perks of being a celebrity.

When we exited the hotel, snaps from there and then from here were taken, and the screaming was loud. To acknowledge the fans' supportive scream, I waved at them and smiled. Behind me appeared one of our bodyguards, Dave. He started whispering in my ear, "Luke, the van's straight ahead, black and it's a Toyota."

I nodded. I scanned the whole parking lot for a black Toyota van.

I finally found it sitting at the very edge of the fan crowd. I brisk walked to the van when someone, called me the loudest out of all the fans out there, "Luke! Please!" The voice sounded so sad and pained that I was caught by it, choosing to look for that fan who called me.

I turned around and saw a little girl, around 10-12 years old, waving her hand to me, with a notebook and glitter pen on her other hand. Her eyes were ready, probably from crying. Oh what am I thinking, is it because the other boys ignored her, and she lost hope?? Awww....

I whispered to Dave, "Dude, I know this is going to take some time, but I have to sign and approach this girl. Tell them I'm sorry, or they can go without me."