Wrapped Around Your Finger [COMPLETED]

I'm Not Famous

Luke's POV

You to Oh Shit- I can't find her or Willow. They're not back at the hotel. I can't find them anywhere.

I'd been looking for Wren and Willow for a good five minutes after I sent that text. I'd looked on the roof, and I knocked on the door of their hotel room and recived no answer. They won't respond to any of my texts. Where the fuck are they?

Soon I'm met up with a worried looking group. Michael was taking it the worst.

"Michael, it's going to be okay. We'll find them and then you'll be happy again." I tell him. He shakes his head.

"What if we don't find them huh? I should've known she was going to leave me. Just like the others. I should've known I wasn't ready to be on another relationship. I don't know how I didn't see this coming." His voice cracks at the end. He starts to bite his lip trying to hold back tears. I walk up to him and give him a hug. He mumbles something that sounds like 'I truly thought she was the one. Why was I so blind?' We stand there for a little while. Eventually, Ashton breaks the scilence by saying that we should go find them.

We look for another hour afterwards and we still didn't find them. I'm starting to get even more worried. What if we don't find them? What if something happened to them?

Wren's POV

I took Willow to a recording studio just down from the arena the assholes played at. This one was owned by my uncle, and for some odd reason, he was still there. We walk in, and I tap on his shoulder. He jumps and has a smile on his face. I haven't seen this guy since I was little.

"Uncle Noah!" I shout and Willow smiles. He gives me a hug.

"What are you doing here so late? Shouldn't you be off doing school or something?" He asked

"I'm done with school actually. I'm a tour manager for a band and so is Willow." He nods.

"What're you here for? I'm sure you didn't come for a little family reunion"

"We're here to ask if we can record a song. Something happened at the concert and I needed to go somewhere. She just followed me." I say pointing to Willow.

"Well get in the booth kiddo, and let's start singin'!" He says. He is a very enthusiastic about my asking to sing.

We get in and grab some instruments. I start to play I'm Not Famous by AJR.

(I understand that this song didn't come out until recently but I really like this song so shut your hole.)

Where my haters
Where my haters
I don't got em
I'm not famous, no
It don't matter what my name is
I don't got one I'm not famous, no
And I don't hate it, no

You never heard of me
Or the weird shit I do and say
That's my favorite thing
That I'm not famous, no

And I'm never on TV
Throwing up on an LA street
Nobody judges me
Cause I'm not famous, no
Paparazzi is at an all time low
Paparazzi they don't care where I go

Where my haters
Where my haters
I don't got em
I'm not famous, no
ya-ye-ya-ah-ya-aye
ya-ye-ya-ah
It don't matter what my name is
I don't got one I'm not famous, no
ya-ye-ya-ah-ya-aye
And I don't hate it, no

ya-ye-ya-ah-ya-aye
I'm not famous, no

ya-ye-ya-ah-ya-aye
And I don't hate it, no

You never overheard
That I blew 20 grand on shirts
Nobody knows my quirks
Cause I'm not famous, no

Everyone got their habits
But you'll never hear what mine is
Best thing bout my life is
I'm not famous, no
Paparazzi is at an all time low
Paparazzi they don't care where I go