Playing the Player | 5sos

○ chapter eight ○

"Cassie Thomas posts Instagram in lacy lingerie, and Luke Hemmings has not replied yet." Is what the TV said. "Thomas has posted several wearing very revealing lingerie, no caption and comments were disabled. There is still no reply from BF Luke Hemmings, but we think the two can't wait till they will be reunited, since they just announced a few days ago Thomas will be coming on tour for the rest of of the US leg!"

The TV was then turned off and the remote was thrown towards Luke's head. "What the hell is my daughter doing!" Robin, Cassie's dad and Luke's manager yelled at him. "Is this the effect that you have on her?" He continued yelling and started walking around.

"What happened!" He yelled and Luke finally opened his mouth. "I have no idea." He said. He did know, but Robin couldn't and wouldn't know. Luke had to admit though, she did look flaming hot in the pictures. And they were very professional.

"Well, I know what my daughter wants and what my daughter needs now, and I think I am going home to have a chat with her, in the meantime, you better not react to any questions about it, and act like nothing has happened. Post a picture of you and the boys having an amazing day at the pool or whatever." Robin said, getting up and opening the door to let Luke out.

"So?" Ashton said, getting up and looking at his band member. "I don't know." Luke groaned while they walked towards the entrance. "I have no idea what the heck she is doing." Luke said and they were quiet for a little while.

"She did look really hot in those pictures not gonna lie." Luke smirked when they left the building. Ashton hit his chest and angrily stared at him. "You're taking all of this too far Luke, now she has to live with us on a tour bus and you're going to make her feel completely uncomfortable." Ashton said while they walked over to the tour bus waiting for them.

"She's going to be uncomfortable?" Luke said, stopping in his tracks and looking at Ashton. "How do you think I feel?" Luke groaned and angrily walked towards the tour bus and slammed the door shut.

Michael and Calum, who were sat in the lounge, looked up and stared at him as he went in to the back room and locked it. What was Luke going to do. Should he call her? Would she even answer?

After debating it for a few minutes, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and looked for her name. It rang for a while, until she finally answered. "Yes?" A cocky voice sounded from the other side of the line. "We need to talk." Luke said mono-tone. "You sure? Did your one night stand of last night finally leave?" She spat.

Luke got annoyed and was ready to hang up, but he tried to keep his calm. "No, I haven't had a one night stand." He said slowly. "Wow that's an exception then!" Cassie spoke and it went silent again. "I just got back from a conversation with your father, actually. The media took it badly, actually." Luke began saying, ready to finish this.

"Congratulations, Cassie, your own father almost called you a whore. He's flying out to speak to you right now. Hope your day goes well my amazing girlfriend." Luke said angrily and then hung up.

He got up from the couch, ready to pack his carry-on from above his top bunk and leave. Tour didn't start for another week and he was ready to totally disappear for this week. It was going to be a week he wouldn't be able to remember.

He checked to see if his best friends were in the tour bus, which they weren't. They were probably in the other bus which held all their instruments. Luke quickly grabbed his phone to order a taxi, which wasn't too far away and after five minutes of waiting, he got a notification, the cab was outside.

He put on his sunglasses and the hood of his sweatshirt, ready to become unnoticed for a few days. "Where to?" The driver asked. "The airport." Luke replied, they didn't say anything else to each other.

When Luke arrived at the airport, he handed him some cash and got out of the car. "Thanks mate." He said, closed the door and walked in to the airport. Nobody noticed him, with his small carry on bag and he walked over to one of the places where you could get a last minute ticket.

"Good morning, Sir, how may I help you?"

"I need a ticket to Las Vegas."