Love Will Destroy Us • «Hemmings»✔️

Chapter 17- Some kind of holiday.

Song for this chapter: Don't Stop- 5 Seconds of Summer

I have a feeling that people won't like this chapter or the next one...

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Luke's POV:

"Get up," somebody smacked me in the face with a pillow.

"No," I refused.

"Luke," I recognized the voice as Celeste's.

"Fine," I huffed and sat up, looking at Celeste.

"You guys have to rehearse today. My mum said to tell you," she informed me.

"I have to get up now?" I sighed.

"Yes. She wants you at the studio in a half hour," Celeste said.

"You really had to wake me up by smacking me with a pillow?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded, giggling a little bit.

"Good luck getting the others up," I mumbled.

"Caitlyn is getting Ashton up, and Angie is trying to wake Michael up. I have to go wake up Calum now," she left the room.

Angie and Michael went on their date two days ago, and Angie finally became his girlfriend.

I got up, and just threw on some clothes, not bothering to see what it was. I fixed my hair, brushed my teeth, and called it good.

"Let's go!" Angie called.

"You're so loud," Calum complained.

"That's because she's mine," Michael commented.

"I'm just naturally loud, sorry Calum," Angie shrugged.

Everybody started walking out to the giant car outside, but I pulled Celeste back.

"I didn't get a hug, or a kiss. You just hit me with a pillow," I told her.

"You deserved that pillow in your face," she giggled.

"Did I?"

"Yes. But you can get a hug and kiss anyway," she gave in and hugged me, giving me a small kiss.
"Let's go, everyone's waiting," she pulled me out the front door.

We piled in the car, and as soon as I buckled my seatbelt, Ashton put our EP in the CD slot.

"Really?" Celeste raised her eyebrow at Ashton.

"Hey, I'm just bringing the memories back," he shrugged.

"Memories from two months ago?" Michael laughed.

"Why not?" Ashton drove off in the direction of the studio.

"YOU LOOK SO PERFECT STANDING THERE IN MY AMERICAN APPAREL UNDERWEAR," Celeste and Angie sang at the top of their lungs.

"You guys are embarrassing," Caitlyn rolled her eyes, laughing.

"We take after our boyfriends," Angie smirked.

"Hey, I'm not embarrassing," I protested.

"Me neither. Maybe Luke is a little embarrassing," Michael said.

"Fuck you," I muttered.

The rest of the car ride was filled with all of us screaming lyrics to our songs, really off key.

"All right, head into the studio. We'll meet you there in a minute," Caitlyn told us.

"Okay," we all made our way into the studio, grabbing all our instruments. Ashton started to drum, and Michael playfully yelled at him to shut up.