Promise (5sos Fanfic)

Chapter Eighteen

I go out onto stage with all eyes locked on me.

New people.

I sit down on the stool that Calum set out for me, and sing along with my fiends for the song.

All goes as planned.

After my performance of the two songs, I start to go off stage, but instead, my right foot decides to catch on the floor, and trip me.

So I just fell. Onto the stage floor. In front of thousands of people. And it was all caught on camera.

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"Haha!" Ashton burst out laughing on the couch.

I was smushed between him and Calum, back on the bus.

Luke was sitting on the floor, his head right in front of my calves, and Michael was sitting on the floor beside him.

We were watching the recap of the show, an excuse to just see me embarrass myself on tv.

"You look so surprised." Ashton laughs.

"You would be if you fall on your face in front of thousands of fans!" I scream at him.

They all found it funny. I did not.

"She's a pancake now!" Michael says.

"I'll turn you into a pancake!" I threaten him.

He just laughs and throws popcorn in my face.

"It's not funny guys. I embarrassed myself." I complain.

"It was funny, but we won't watch it anymore if that's what you want." Calum promises, getting up.

All the boys get up and go to the bak room, closing the door.

About two minutes later, I hear laughter, and I know what they are doing.

I stride over to the back door and bang on it hard. "Turn it off!" I scream, then go back to my bunk, excluding myself from the world.

I put in my earphones and drown out society, until I hear a soft knock on the wood of my bunk.

"Yes?" I ask, pulling back the curtain.

It's Luke.

"I didn't find it funny, I'm sorry you had to go trough that." He says in a quiet voice.

"Thanks Luke, but it's over. No more worrying about it." I try to convince not only him, but me as well.

"Yeah well, I know you can't take it back, but I would reverse it if I could." He tells me.

"Well, thanks. It's nice to have someone like you. Thanks for comforting me." I say.

He looks nervous.

"Yeah..." He trails off. It looks as if he wants to say something else, but he doesn't.

"Well, I'm going to go to sleep now..." I hint.

He goes back to normal. "Right. Sorry." He walks away, scratching the back of his neck.

That was weird.

I close the curtain and plug my earphones back into my ears. Then, I let sleep overtake me.

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"So you fell?" I hear Oscar ask through the phone.

He has become my agent, and just in time too. He was calling today, and we started talking about my future in the music business. We have gotten along so far.

"Yeah...it was embarrassing." I confess.

"Well I bet. I bet tons of people saw that on tv." He says.

"It's trending on YouTube." I tell him.

There is silence on the other end.

"Well, on your next show, I want you to do something, so they forget about your embarrassing moment." He says.

"Like what?" I ask.

"Here's what I think you should do..."

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•LUKE'S POV•

She fell. It was so humiliating. I feel so sorry for her. That's never happened to me before.

That night, however, I remember what she looked like. She was wearing dark skinny jeans with holes in them, and combat boots. Her navy blue tank top went well with the outfit, especially with the black leather jacket over it.

But the thing I remember most that she was wearing, was my beanie.

She actually wore it the second time. That means, she thought about wearing it or not, and since she chose to wear it, it must mean something. I gave her that hat.

I must mean something.

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"There is nothing to do on this stupid bus!" Calum calls out from the couch.

"You're on your phone." I point out from my bunk across from him.

"So?" He asks.

"Nevermind." I shut up.

Ashton walks in to the 'living room' and looks at Calum.

"Wanna go to a party tonight?" He asks.

Calum and I look at Ashton.

"We can't stop to go to a party. We have to be somewhere tomorrow." I say.

"True, but when we get to the hotel, we could sneak out." He answers, with glimmer in his eyes.

"Ashton, if we get drunk, it will ruin our voices tomorrow, and we are king to have hangovers." I state.

"Who said anything about getting drunk?" He asks, smirking.

"...but it's a party." I start.

"A fancy party. Not a teenage party. We've been invited to a dinner party. With house guests and stuff." He says.

"Okay, what?" Calum asks, joining the conversation.

"We wear fancy smancy stuff, and we act all proper and things like that. We have to say 'ma'am' and 'sir', and drink from tall glasses of wine." I explain.

"We learned this in school....Oh wait!" I smirk at him.

"Shut up!" He sticks his tongue out.

"I think it sounds fun." Ashton says.

"How can a dinner party be fun?" I ask sarcastically.

"We could make it fun." Ashton says with a smile.

"Ashton, don't you dare. If you even think about doing something stupid, I am getting back on the bus and leaving without you. You can find your own ride to Thailand." I say.

"I won't, I swear. But I do have a few ideas in mind..."