"It's Something" # 1- Something Crazy: Luke Hemmings [ completed ]

Chapter 14: A Stupid Connection

The guys were playing around at the dressing room when we finally made it to Royal Oaks and Luke and Calum were playfully fighting.

"Be careful, okay?" I said when I was sitting on the coach, fixing my camera, "Don't get hurt."

"Like we're gonna get hurt." Luke grunted as they were pushing each other.

"Well, don't get upset when I become a jerk and say 'I told you so' when you get hurt." I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Luke and Calum separated from each other and Calum put his hands out, "Come on, Lucas. Swing at me."

"Don't bruise his face, please." I called out and Ashton plopped next to me, "It's okay. His face is too squishy to get bruised."

"True." I agreed as Luke took a swing and Calum dodged. "Come on, Lucas." Calum said, laughing, "You can be faster than that."

"Watch it, Teddy Bear." Luke grinned and took another swing. Calum dodged again, and gestured his hands to Luke of coming closer, "Come on, man. Don't you want to impress Lani?"

"Don't bring me into this." I groaned and crossed my arms, "And please watch out for the mirrors." Luke and Calum were getting closer and closer to the tables with mirrors.

"Stop nagging, woman!" Luke said, and took another swing which actually hit Calum on the arm.

"You hit like a girl!" Calum laughed while Luke scowled, "Oh yeah?" and did a hard swing. Calum dodged, and guess what? LUKE IDIOT HEMMINGS HIT THE MIRROR.

"FUCK!" Luke groaned as held his hand, "HOLY SHIT."

I dashed to him and yelled, "I TOLD YOU TO BE MORE CAREFUL!!" and he was whining, "I knoooow!! I'm sorry!"

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to the fans because this," I pointed at his bleeding hand, "IS UNACCEPTABLE."

Yeah, Luke Hemmings, one of the guitarists of the band, stupidly hurt his hand. How? He punched a mirror on accident. Why? ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY. And they call me a klutz. Idiot.

One of the staff member was taking Luke and me to the hospital since Uncle Ben had to gas up the bus, and the guys decided to stay at the stage to rehearse for a bit while Luke is gone, but I know that they'll faint at another sight of blood.

Luke was resting his head on my shoulder, "Malulaaaani! I said I'm sorry!"

I shook my head, "I heard you the first time you said it."

"Then stop being mad at meeee!" Luke started pouting, "My hand is pain. At least show me some kind of sympathy."

I rolled my eyes, "Hemmings, I warned you many times and told you to be careful. You deserve no sympathy from me."

He sighed, and put his head on my lap, "At least do that head stroke thing you do."

I looked at him, "What? Why?"

"Because I'm stressed out and when you do that, it calms me down."

I sighed loudly, "Fine." He does have a point about being stressed out. We don't know if his hand is busted or not, but if it is then Luke is screwed for the next couple of performances. That must be a lot of pressure on him right now and he knows he screwed up.

"Malulani," Luke sighed, "What happens if my hand is broken?"

I shrugged, as I was stroking his head, "I don't know, Hemmings. You obviously can't play guitar."

"I know," he scoffed, "What am I gonna do?"

"Just calm down, Luke. We don't know what's wrong with your hand yet so for now, just focus on being calm."