Fake Fan c.h.

Chapter 6

*His POV*

"Guys, I'm hungry as shit. Can we go out to eat or something?"

I'm glad we had this break. Even though it's only for two weeks, it's like a breath of fresh air to be away from all the lights and the screaming crowd.

"We could go to the pizzeria down the street," Michael offered.

"Alright. Let's do it," Ashton said. Luke and him got off the couch as Michael and I continued to finish our last minute on FIFA.

"Come on, guys. I'm starving," Luke whined.

"Hold on. I'm about to win," Michael said confidently, "YES YES YES!" He said as he gets closer to the goal.

With the corner of my eye, I see the two boys roll their eyes. I turned my attention back to the screen and saw Michael's player by the goal.

A part of me is saying I should kick his ass at this game, but then the other half is to let him win and savor the lost with pizza.

Pizza it is.

"Ha! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Michael pointed to me, then Ashton, "and fuck you too, Hemmings!"

"Just tell me when and where," Luke smirked and winked.

•••

As we headed for the pizzeria, Luke and Michael were in their own conversation as Ashton and I were dozing off.

"Who is it this time?" Ashton started.

I scoffed and continued to stay silent.

"Calum, you fall head over heels for someone you meet in every city we go to. It's not good for you."

I shrugged my shoulders and focused on the pavement.

"At first, I shrugged it off. It's normal to think someone is fuckable, but..." Ashton paused, "you're in too deep, mate."

"What? About Calum's love-life?" Michael butted in, "mate, it's just not healthy for you. I know it feels nice to have someone love and care for you, but it's difficult to have that when we have fame."

"Mhmm," Luke agreed, "this is why we have groupies. They're there to take our  mind of off things. Give it a try."

Michael laughed, "wait no. Calum probably will end up falling for them too." Luke joined in on the laugh.

"Guys stop," Ashton sternly said," are you good, mate?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Calum, this is what we're talking about. After every concert, you go mute on us!" Ashton exclaimed, "usually we wouldn't be as frustrated with this, since we usually have another concert the next d-"

"Then you'd fall in love with a new girl," Luke said in annoyance.

"Yeah," Ashton agreed, "but this time, we're scared."

I looked up from the ground, and looked at the boys looking at me with sincere.

"Calum, what's gonna happen when we're on break?" Michael started, "are you gonna go mute for 14 days straight?"

I again looked down on the pavement and shrugged my shoulders.

The boys groaned in frustration.

I continued to stay silent while we headed for the doors of the pizzeria.

"Hello," a boy with a red shirt greeted, "table of four?" We all nodded and waited to be seated.

The pizzeria had the theme of the 1920. There were pictures of the Mafia, girls with fringe dresses and feathers on their hair, and jazz music was playing in the background. And, the place was dimmed, which was a bonus for the band being famous and all.