Love Will Destroy Us • «Hemmings»✔️

Chapter 2- Just a teenage dirtbag.

Song for this chapter: Teenage Dirtbag (Cover)- One Direction

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CELESTE'S POV:

I woke up the next morning, with Luke on my mind. I couldn't wait to see him at the studio, and I didn't know why.

"Girl, you've been in a trance all day. What the hell is wrong with you?" Caitlyn asked.

"I don't even know," I shrugged, closing my locker.

"Going to the studio today?" Caitlyn changed the subject.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Is Luke gonna be there?" she wondered.

"Yes," I sighed.

"Ooh, have fun," she winked and waved. "Bye, girl!"

"See ya!" I waved and walked in the direction of the studio.

"Need a ride?" a familiar voice asked.

I turned to see Michael and Luke pull up to the curb in my mum's red car.

"Hey, guys," I smiled and got in.

"How was school?" Luke questioned.

"School." I repsonded.

"Off to the studio!" Michael chanted, driving away.

"Why'd you guys pick me up from school? You didn't have to," I wondered.

"Oh, Luke wanted to," Michael answered.

Of course Luke wanted to.

"Oh," I nodded.

We drove to the studio in silence, except for the occasional outburst provided by Michael.

"CELESTE!" Ashton and Calum greeted me.

"Nice to see you guys too," Luke mumbled jokingly.

"Hey, Ash. Hey, Cal," I hugged them both.

"Where's my hug?" Luke crossed his arms.

"You won't get a hug with that attitude, Luke," I copied him by crossing my arms as well.

"Can I please have a hug?" he questioned, opening his arms for a hug.

"Since you asked nicely," I hugged him tightly. He didn't let go, I didn't let go.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hemmings, but I believe we have a song to write," Calum interrupted.

What the fuck, Calum?

"Fine, Mr. Hood," Luke mocked him. He let go of me and I followed the boys to the back of the studio.

"I have a song idea," I announced when we got to the recording booth.

"Well then tell us, and we'll get started," Ashton presed.

"Patience, Ash," Luke smacked his arm.

We worked on the song for three hours, then decided that we were hungry.

"Guys, I want food," Michael whined.

"We're all hungry, Michael," Calum said.

We decided on getting dinner at a small diner down the road. I sat between Luke and Ashton, while Calum and Michael sat on the other side of the table.

"How long has your mum been in the music business?" Ashton asked me.

"About four and a half years now," I answered, sipping on my drink.