Wrapped Around Your Finger [COMPLETED]

I Want To Be The One You Remember

Jake's POV (New character! No regerts)

"Hi, um, Willow, BITCH WHERE IS YOU? I NEED TO SEE YOU IT'S BEEN WHAT, THREE YEARS?" I shout into the phone.

"Calm down Jake. I'm by gate 221B (y'all got me. Nerds.). Come over here. I missed you!"

I spot her little baby face and walk over to her, spotting a few cute guys along the way. Like REALLY cute guys. Cuter than Luke Hemmings, and that boy is fiiiine.

"Babe, what did I say about growing up without me? I mean, look at you! You're gorgeous!" I say.

She blushes and punches me in the arm lightly. We walk to her car and shove what I have in the back. I came to Chicago because I'm auditioning for a part in a movie. I don't really remember what it is, because I didn't pay too much attention.  I had to come to Chicago for the audition and of course, after endless Skype chats, I found out that Willow was there for a few days. So I hopped on the earliest flight, which costed so much money it's unbelievable, and texted her that I was coming.

After the drive, we arrive at a hotel. Will took my stuff out of the back of the car, and handed it to me. I take it and follow her to where ever she was going. We walked to a lift. Oh no. Taking the lift takes forever. I groan and she tells me to suck it up and called me a baby.

Three floors, and a long walk down a hallway later, we walk into a room with a bunch of people in there. I instantly recognise them as Wren, and the guys from 5 Seconds of Summer.

I tap Willow's arm repeatedly and whisper that Luke flipping Hemmings is in the same room as her. She laughs again and shoves me over to the couch. The same couch he is sitting on.

Trying to make conversation with a celebrity that didn't realise you exist until like ten minutes ago is really hard. Just like writing the fanfiction that you have dedicated to them. Did I say fanfiction? I mean, highly detailed scenes that no child under the age of 20 should read, I mean, a fake story, I mean, I'm going to stop talking now.

Oh my gawd. He's adorable. The quiff. The lip ring. The skinny jeans. The everything. But he's taken though. By one of the most adorable little girls I've ever met, Wren Feldman.

"So, uh, Lucifer, I mean, Lucas, I mean Luke. Luke, how are you?" I ask. He chuckles, which killed me inside, and replies saying that he's good.

Just then, Calum, Ash, and Michael, and Wren, all walk in with something in a bag. Wren came up to me and gave me a hug. They put the bags on a table and I let out a little squeak as they all sit around Luke and I. Willow makes eye contact with me and bursts out into a fit of laughter. When she finishes, she gets onto the floor next to Michael and kisses his cheek. She's taken too? Damn. Everyone's in a relationship here, except for this single pringle.

"Everyone, this is my friend Jake. He came to see you guys in the show tomorrow and is auditioning for a role in a movie." Will says.

I give an awkward wave and everyone waves and says hello. Everyone except Michael.

"So you're the Jake Will's been talking about for days. She's told us a lot about you" Ash says, "so tell us something she might not have told us."

Do I tell them? No. It's too risky. They'll hate me. They'll kick me out.

"Well, I'm originally from Manchester. I lived in the U.S. for about 5 years, from kindergarten to Year 4. that's when I met Will. I currently live in Berkshire about 50 minutes from London. I can't remember the movie I'm auditioning for. I just met the band that saved my life. Literally. I'm really awkward, and that's pretty much it." I say.

Michael glares at me and whispers something in Will's ear. She nods and then he stands up. He then motions me to come talk to him in another room. I follow and he leads me to a bedroom. He shuts the door and shoves me against the wall, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt.

"Listen here, Pretty Boy. I understand that you're from England and have this posh accent, but the second you lay a finger on my girlfriend in an inappropriate way, you're not gonna live to see your audition. Understand?" He says angrily. I started to giggle.

"Something funny, Pretty Boy? Care to share with the class what's causing you to laugh?"

I stopped instantly and shook my head quick enough to give me whiplash.

"N-no sir. Nothing's funny." Is all I manage to get out.

He let's go of my shirt and leaves the room. I don't know whether I should follow him, or just stay where I'm at, so I decide to stay. Soon Willow comes in and asks what he did. So, naturally, I tell her. She took it rather well. She said that it was weird for him to act like that.

*time skip for story reasons you'll understand later. It is now the next day.*

Today, I get to see the guys at their show. I ride with Willow to the venue for their sound check. That was amazing I'm not even lying. Luke looked at me like four times and I'm helpless (FIGHT ME I'M READY FAM. I'M NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!). He is just perfect. Ladies and gentlemen, find yourself a Luke Hemmings.

I find Willow and follow her backstage because I'm awkward and need someone with me at all times or I will either end up dead  because I did something stupid, or making a fool of myself for doing something stupid.

Willow's POV

     "You're jealous? JEALOUS?! THE GREAT MICHAEL CLIFFORD IS JEALOUS EVERYBODY!" Wren shouts from the dressing room.

    What on earth could they be talking about? I walk into the room with Jake and everyone falls silent. "What's going on?" I demand.

    Michael looks at me with pain in his eyes,"We're done Willow."

At that moment everything stopped. The world, time, my heart, everything. Everything came crashing down. I couldn't make out anything except for Wren shouting and things crashing. I took once glance at Wren and nodded at her. She stopped and nodded back. I fled the room, running as fast as my legs could take me. I ran to the bus and grab a back and stuffed all that I could in it.

I hailed a cab and got on the next flight to San Francisco. Wren and I had this little place up here. We're never up here together, usually while we're off on our own we'll come up here if we just need to get away. By the time I arrive in San Fransisco I'd been up for one two many hours. I crashed as soon as I laid down.