After they performed, Calum explained to me that they were a cover band on YouTube. I guessed they were a band, but I never would have thought they were YouTube famous.
“So you guys have fans?” I raised my eyebrows at them, trying to stifle a laugh. I knew they were good looking boys who could sing, which equaled fans like the Beatles had.
“Oh yea, they’re a little crazy though. But I love them, they’re cool,” Calum shrugged.
“It’s weird, like...” Michael drifted off mid-sentence, checking his phone. He jumped out off the bed and ran into the living room.
“AMERICAN HORROR STORY” He screamed, and I looked at the boys. The words American and Horror caught my attention.
“It’s just some show he likes,” Ashton clarified for me, but I wasn’t paying attention. Something about America set something off in me. The boys excluding Michael started conversing, and I just stared at the best post in front of me. I had only been in Australia for 2 days or so, thus I felt it was okay to miss home. But I hated my home in New York, making me confused as to why I would yearn for it. I didn’t get it, I wanted to leave so badly, and here I was, wishing I was back. I told myself I didn’t want to go home, however, saying the red flower is blue won’t make it blue. You can’t unfeel feelings. You can’t force them either.
“Are you okay?” Luke broke my thoughts by whispering rain protecting words.
“I don’t know,” I knew. I wasn’t. He nodded and laid back on the wall across me from wince he came. I was content on his reaction because he couldn’t do anything about it with Calum and Ashton here. Ashton moved from next to Calum and plopped himself adjacent to me. He wrapped his arms around me, earning a scowl from Calum and Luke. I was just as surprised as this morning, though he looked casual.
“Where’s Dad?” The word still felt foreign on my lips when I questioned my brother. He licked his lips and cracked his knuckles, causing me to cringe far into Ashton’s shoulder. I didn’t move.
“He’s with Carrie,” He scoffed, starting to pick at his nails.
“Who’s Carrie?” I pondered out loud.
“Our stepmother,” He sighed. She must have been the blond woman I saw earlier by his side. Calum didn’t seem to like her much, so I prayed she wouldn’t be another Raven, my mother. I couldn’t keep calling her ‘mother’ because that’s what she wanted. And I was done with giving her what she fancied for.
“She’s not so bad,” Ashton told me in my ear, but I felt clueless. I had just come here and there was still shit to deal with. I wanted to escape, I was so tired. Physically tired, tired of ‘mother figures’, tired of America, tired of Australia all ready, and to say I was confused was an understatement. I always knew what I wanted before my freedom, but with gaining it, I lost something. Whatever I left behind was driving me crazy. I felt the atmosphere change as soon as I started thinking of America minutes before.
I realized that I didn’t lose anything, that I just lost myself. Like a child loses her favorite doll on vacation. You can get a new doll, but it will never be that doll.
You found me, lost and insecure. Another thing to thank you for.
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Fly // 5sos au
Fanfiction“Nobody move,” The gunman holds up his gun, before leaving the plane aisle. The flight attendants try to calm down the other passengers. I know I should start panicking like the others, but I know better. I scramble for my pen and paper, brushing th...
