coffee boy || luke hemmings

14: Celebrity Power Couple

A/N: i start high school tmrw, somebody plz ship me holy water and lots of hugs. lowkey freaking out drop some suggestions for where you want this fanfic to go, i'm desperate 

 whoever you are, I love youuuuuuuuu

7:03pm

June 11th, Saturday

Luke's House

Me to Luke: open your door, idiot

I checked one more time to see if I had the right address but Luke opened the door to his townhouse before I could second guess myself.

"Hey, babe!" He says, leaning in and kissing my cheek, "welcome to my humble abode." Luke waves me in, kissing me on the cheek one more time.

"Hi," I say awkwardly. Here I am, standing in my boyfriend's fancy entryway of his fancy townhouse, and I don't even know his last name. I swallow and walk up the carpeted stairs in front of the door.

"Cart, you okay?" I don't respond to him mainly because his house is so wonderfully done, it blows my mind how he could live here and now having shit everywhere. There isn't one stain in the white carpet which is surprising because this is the same kid who's spilled more cups of coffee on himself than me and I work there. I laugh at the memories of Luke forgetting that the door was a door and trying to walk through it, only to end up having iced coffee splash up onto his usually white t-shirts.

"Luke," I say, "I have a question." I look over at my boyfriend who is wearing sweatpants, a black tank top and a confused look on his face. Probably because I'm acting so weird.

"What's up?" He asks, walking past me and into his kitchen. I follow him , trying to think about how I should say this. Just ask him about something he hasn't told you about, his last name perhaps? I remember Alex's words and with the mindset of someone who's going to walk into a meeting next week and get herself signed to one of the biggest record labels in the country, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Luke, I don't know your last name." Smooth, Carter, what a real confidence queen you are.

"Hemmings." He says casually, opening his fridge and grabbing various vegetables and uncooked chicken breast. He cooks?

"Or what you do for a living? Must be a pretty sweet gig to have a house like this." I keep my voice level, pulling out my phone and going to google.

"I work in," he pauses, looking at the knife block sitting by the coffee maker, "music." It's like my ears have popped and everything around me is blurring out. I think my boyfriend is famous.

Luke Hemmings

Guitarist

Born: July 16th, 1996, (age 19), Sydney, Australia

Height: 6'4"

Music Group: 5 Seconds Of Summer (Since 2011)

My boyfriend has google search results. He has a Wikipedia page. You can google his height. There are about a dozen news articles that come up when searching his name as well. Going onto images, I see what must have been older photos of him and oddly enough I recognize them. Holy shit, my sister Leah has a poster of his band in her room. I bought that poster; I can vividly remember being at hottopic with her and saying how I thought the curly haired one was cute. Whoops, not my boyfriend. Well actually, I said they were all kinda cute.