How I hate him - ft. Luke Hemmings and 5sos

Amsterdam

The chaos was complete. My mum was yelling at Demi to hurry up. My dad was struggling to get all the suitcases in the car. I was sitting on the couch, watching the whole thing go down. I had been ready for an hour. The only thing I'd been nervous about was if I'd packed my passport and visa, but after having checked that countless times there was no reason to worry about that anymore. My phone was in my hand and I was waiting for a response from Luke.
How're things going at ur house? I'd texted him, but as there was no response from him yet, I expected that he was part of the chaos.

At the last minute Demi came running downstairs with her suitcase, and ran straight for the door. When we arrived at the airport, we met with the Hemmings family. After giving Luke a quick kiss - our families knew; how couldn't they after a month after a half - he explained to me that he saw my text, but that the chaos indeed had been complete and so he hadn't been able to answer.
Our 'relationship' (not that I liked to call it that: in my eyes we were just casually getting to know each other still) had been the talk of the school, but eventually everyone got tired of talking about it. So were we and since then we had decided to keep it on the down low. That meant no affection at school except for the occasional hug. PDA wasn't my thing.
After checking in and going through security we still had an hour and a half to spare, so I went to check out the bookstore on my own. Soon I had found a book and made myself comfortable in one of the seats in the corner of the store.
Some people might think of the airport as a stressful place, but I always found it very relaxing. You were about to go somewhere exciting, and I liked to hold on to that feeling.
Just when I was about to start the third chapter of this chilling book, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me up.
It was Luke, of course.
"We lost you! We all tried to call you, but you didn't answer. Clearly I don't know you well enough to know you would be here, because Demi told me so. We have to get on the plane, which is on the other side of the airport. We gotta run!"
He grabbed my bag and pulled me along. He had to slow down a bit; he was thirty centimeters taller than me and with tall legs he could run much faster than me.
Just in time we arrived at the gate. 
"Our families are already inside." Luke said while handing over the tickets.
"Thank god," my mum sighed as we took a seat, "Thank you Luke." 
She then scolded me for a bit, but after that everything was fine. Except for my breathing: the run had been exhausting. Keeping up with an athlete wasn't up to me. 
When the plane took off I saw from the corner of my eye that Luke was looking a little nervous. I asked him, and he nodded. That made me feel sorry for him, and as an attempt to comfort him, I took his hand. He nervously smiled and sat back, finally relaxing a little.
After a while he fell asleep on my shoulder, and a little while after that, I heard him snore a little. My book was on the table and I grabbed it, but after a while I fell asleep too. Sleeping on airplanes wasn't really my thing, but since this flight was so long, I had to.

***
After the longest flight of my life the plane landed and we got our suitcases. We then went to the hotel by train: something none of us had experience with. Especially in a strange country. Luckily, I had the travel route on hand and we got there with ease. When we finally arrived, I happily breathed in the fresh air. The December air was a whole other thing: here it was 6 degrees at most, whereas it had been 20 to 25 degrees back home. I wrapped my scarf tightly around me, being glad that I had brought it.
Demi grabbed my hand, pulling me along with her. Our parents had handed her the room key and she obviously couldn't wait to see the room. The two of us shared a room, Luke shared a room with his brother. Our parents' rooms were on the floor above us.
The hotel was very cute: not big, but homely.
While I tested the bed, Demi went straight for the mini bar. 
"We have chocolate chip cookies, and some kind of weird waffles. Do you know what they are?" She tossed the waffles to me. "Let me see... they're called stroopwafels, I've heard of them. They're thin biscuits with some kind of caramel syrup between them."
Splitting one in half I gave the other half to my sister. We both liked them, and I made a mental note to buy more of them later.
Demi jumped to open the door. "Hey Andrew!"
"Hey," Luke's dad smiled, "It may be tempting to get some sleep right now, but we wanted to go explore the city, actually."
We both agreed to that, and while I indeed was very tired, it would be a shame to waste our first day sleeping. 
When we had freshened up - there was a desperate need for that - we changed into some more suitable clothes for this weather. Today's outfit was a thick white sweater, a simple pair of jeans and my pair of white slip-on vans.
Due to my research, we had already bought a ticket for the tram headed to the Dam Square.

Oh no, there were living statues all over the place... I hated those. Luke saw me looking afraid, which somehow made him feel protective over me. He couldn't help but grin though at my scared expression and I smacked him on the arm. Nevertheless, he made sure not to walk too closely to them. Suddenly my stomach grumbled: the meals on the place hadn't been exactly tasty. Quickly I spotted a McDonalds, which Luke had spotted too. His mum sighed, "Really? McDonalds?"
We nodded. I just wanted to eat something quick, but apart from Luke, nobody wanted to go. But they agreed that we would meet later, and before they could change their mind, we had already run inside.
When we almost finished eating, I got a call from mum. 
"Jessy, we're in line to get tickets for Madame Tussauds. Are you coming? It's only a five minute walk from the McDonalds, I think."
Quickly exchanging the plans with Luke, we agreed. Throwing our trash in the bin, we went on our way.