Irwin || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 2

Me and Ashton step out the car to fans surrounding us. He stops to take photos with a few and to sign a few things.

"Ashton is this your girlfriend?!" One exclaims.

"You're such a carrot!" Another yells. "It's his sister."

I giggle at the use of the word 'carrot' it basically means fake fan in fan girl talk.

"She looks like a slut."

"I thought she'd be skinnier."

"I thought she would be prettier."

"She looks anorexic."

All the comments rush through my head and they all contradict. I'm not fat, I'm not anorexic and no, I'm not the prettiest. I feel tears start to prick at my eyes and I swallow down the lump at the back of my throat.

I stand in the middle of all the fans, like a circle going around me. I felt like I was drowning, into the sea of girls until two hands pulled me out.

"Are you okay?" A thick Australian accent asks me.

"Um... Yeah." I reply awkwardly.

A boy with blonde hair styled in a quiff is standing infront of me. His eyes are covered with sunglasses and he's wearing a Vans t-shirt with black skinny jeans.

"You're Lauren, Ashton's sister. Right?" He smiles.

"That's me, and you're Luke." I state the obvious, but rather awkwardly may I say.

The girls start to concave on us and I feel myself gasping for air. Luke grabs my arm and pulls me out of the crowd and into the SECC arena, showing his pass.

"How can you live with that?" I ask honestly. I'm not even sure if I should be talking to him.

"It gets easier as you get used to it. I love it."

"You mean you love the attention. I expected you to be cocky." I snort at my remark and walk over to the door waiting for my brother.

But of course he doesn't come in at that time and Luke decides to pester me.

"I'm not cocky." He states.

"Yes, you are. Even my brother is."

He's not going to win this, I'm pretty stubborn.

"We know Ash is cocky." He laughs and sits down on the floor next to me.

Ashton walks through the doors and gives Luke a disgusted look.

"Luke, you can hit on any other girl. Just not my sister." He casually walks past me hooking his arm with mine pulling me away. I stick my tongue out at the boy and follow my brother.

"Stay away from him." He warns.

"It's not like I wanted to-" the arena around me is massive and the sound booms thought my ears.

"One Direction..."

I start to feel dreamy and listen to the five boys on stage making sure their microphones are working. I was mesmerised. It's embarrassing.

"Can I talk to those boys?" I turn around to ask my brother. My eyes go big and I puff my bottom lip out.

He hesitates before giving me a nod.

I wait until the sound check is finished before I go to talk. I feel nervous, the butterflies now erupting in my stomach. I don't know how to talk to them, what if they hate me?

"Hello." My mouth says without my brain processing. My feet walk my up the bottom of the stage to where they were standing.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" Louis asks me after the boys confer about something.