All of my 5sos work

Heart broken

We were called 'The Dandelions' as we were seen as light, sweet and can make dreams come true, since we are a primary example. Two years ago we were not well known, there was simply me and my three friends forming a band and recording covers for YouTube, trying to get by or known by any means. Then we got an email from a company who were interested in our music, instantly we agreed and it was an almost overnight success. A few videos later we were nominated for a teen choice award, that was when I had first met him.

 We were on the red carpet having photos taken and I looked past the flashing cameras to see a group of guys, most of them were talking but one was looking at us, observing our movements and once I smiled to him he turned away quickly. Once we had gotten past the photos and were onto the interview stage I asked an interviewer who the group were, she started to gush on about them and that they were this Australian group '5 Seconds Of Summer' if only then I had known how much of an impact that name would have had on me. I remember the interviewers then directed questions about the guys onto us, then I heard his name, Luke Hemmings; the first time I had heard his name and it stuck to me. Eventually the interviewer stopped talking about the guys and about our music, about how I felt about singing and playing the piano and how I learnt, all of it was fascinating being the first time we had been put in that environment. 

 Once we had been seated inside I glanced around for these four guys, trying not to look like a desperate fan girl I spotted him, again he was looking back at me. Now it was my turn to dart my head away but y/f/n noticed and waved to them instead. It was after winning the award one of the other guys came up to me to congratulate us on the award, that was when I was given his number. That was the night it all started. 

 When speculation came out about the two of us talking all the time on social media, interview topics began to turn away from our music and to dating rumours except neither of us had made anything official, that was until Mikey had made a comment in an interview about us dating and since then it seems that the fans had made it official for us. 

We met up whenever we could, talked all the time and slowly but surely fell in love with each other. Fans of both the bands loved the idea of us being together, that it was the perfect combination of people and music genres. So many of them wanted us to tour together but then things began to get complicated as both our bands rised and blossomed. 

 We were touring at different times, we found we were never in the same time zone anymore and when we did have time for each other we were exhausted. Two solid years of being loved up began to crumble beneath our feet, articles and social media began to tear us apart. They created lies upon lies about Luke seeing someone else, about me moving on or about both of us being miserable or avoiding each other. 

 The truth of the matter was we just couldn't click, no matter how hard we had attempted to keep it alive and make it work we no longer had the same excitement we had when we first met. Me and Luke broke up five months ago officially, yet the fans still ask about us and about the two of us being the ultimate couple. How we were goals and everyone loved us together, that whenever we were seen with other people of the opposite gender not only us but they would receive mass amounts of hatred or abuse for being seen. On many occasions I tried and tried to bring myself to talk to Luke, but the endless amounts of touring got in the way and I couldn't bring myself to calling him.

 The last time I saw him was when we ended it, it wasn't exactly the prettiest of break ups but then again when are they? Luke was never there completely for a few months prior, neither of us spoke much and I found myself bottling it inside. Then I burst into tears one evening and the yelling, the screaming, the cries began to get worse. Then came the fatal words, 'why don't we just end it.' I remember how he yelled them in the heat of the argument, how I stood up and quietly walked past him refusing to say a single word whilst I packed a bag of belongings, enough for a few days. He didn't follow me, nor try and hold me back as I walked out of that door that night and I never looked back. For a while I was radio silent, y/f/n got my belongings and I moved in with her just to keep myself secure. As soon as we were touring again I got back to my old self, questions about relationships were no longer aimed at me which I was thankful for.