Paparazzi || Luke Hemmings

chapter 17:proposal...

yay for the muke feels in the beginning of this chapter !!

Luke:

"AGH!" I try and stifle any more screams when I feel a warm body collapse on top of my own.

"Shh, Luke it's only me, geeze!" Michael laughs, squeezing his arms around my torso and cuddling into the blankets with me.

"Well damn Mikey, you scared the shit out of me." I sigh, putting my hands behind my head.

"That's 'cause it's time to get up, Lukey-management meeting today about Lauuuureeen." Mikey says, resting his head of natural hair on to my bare chest.

"Ugh can't they just stop bugging me already! So what I'm the lead singer, they don't need to keep finding me damn girlfriends for shitty ass publicity . I'm perfectly capable of finding my own." I state, huffing annoyed.

Michael looks up at me with understanding in his ivy 
green eyes, but the understanding is slowly replaced with a sparkly tint of mischief.

"Hm, and would this other girl be Charlotte, by any chance, Luke?" He smirks off at me evilly, knowing fully well it is.

I scratch the light trace of blonde stubble on my jaw, nodding, with the a large shade of crimson taking over my stubbled cheeks.

"Here's what you have to do, you tell them you found someone else, and they can fire Lauren!" Michael suggests brightly.

"Do 'ya think it would be just that easy, Mikey?" I ask, biting on my black lip ring curiously.

"You'll never know unless you try Luke, now get up and get going!" Michael jumps up from the bed, leaving me feel cold and alone without him.

I like Michael cuddles a lot, I can't help it.

Reluctantly getting up, I go to my closet and throw on some fresh boxers with some sweat shorts, a black Thrasher tee, and a SnapBack to top it all off.

Nothing too fancy for people that I hate.

I mean, we have a love-hate relationship, the band and our management crew do.

Management was in charge of basically every aspect of our lives; but in return we did get to be rich and famous.

So I'm not complaining.

Yet I am complaining.

See?

Love hate relationship with the band and our management crew.

An hour later:

I'm walking into the big brick building, and immediately feel the smell of lemon air-freshener hit my nostrils strongly.

Walking through the air-conditioned, modern, building, I make it to the sleek silver elevator doors, nodding at a couple of familiar faces along the way.

Making my way to the seventh floor, where the meeting was to be held, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

I mean, you never really knew what management had in store for you until they directly told you what was to be next for you in particular, or the band in general.

I take a deep breath, thinking solely of Charlotte, knowing that I can do this.

I'll just tell them I found Charlotte, and that they can simply fire Lauren, hire her to some other band member to date.

Easy right?

10 minutes later:

"So Luke," the head begins, sitting in her leather black chair at the head of the long table.