I'm Luke, Luke Hemmings.

Cara's POV

It was our last night on vacation. Melanie and I decided to go out since there probably wouldn't be another opportunity. Wearing skinny black jeans and a grey crop-top I grabbed my phone and purse leaving the hotel room with my converse in hand. When I reached the reception Mel was sitting on the sofa tying her shoe's. We are so alike. I join to sit next to her.

"Mel you look so pretty" I complimented.

"Awh thanks Cara! So do you, we're nearly matching" she giggles.

" so last night hey! Where do you want to go? I hear Smack's a good club."

"Sure sounds good." She says with a huge white smile on here face.

We leave the reception finding our taxi perched on the curb.

***

Arriving at the club we find two muscular men sanding at the door staring as although we aren't old enough.

"Can I see your ID?" He says with a thick Australian accent.

We start to blush as we know we aren't old enough. Everyone starts to stare and all I can manage to say is "emmmmm.........errr...." Our faces are now the colour of a stop signs showing our embarrassment.

"Can I see your ID or remove yourself from the que." He repeats himself only louder and with a slight rage.

At the moment I feel so low I wish the ground would swallow me up. In the corner of my eye I see four boys dressed in black all over skipping the que. They must be important.

"As you can't display any evidence of your age, we must ask you to leave as other people are waiting." The large man speaks again.

"But please it's our last night and we won't cause any trouble." Melanie objects.

As we start to plead one of the boys whispers into the man's ear causing him to open the door and let us through without hesitation. There were so many questions. What did that guy say? Why did he let us trough? Where did he disappear to? There was something strange about that boy which made me feel intrigued. We walked around the venue hoping to sight the young lad. But he seamed to disappear. Where could be?

I need to calm down its our last night. Me and Mel decide to grab a drink from the bar.

As the alcohol enters my blood stream I start to relax.

"This trip has been amazing! And it's been with one of my best friends I want to Thankyou for coming here with me, it's an experience I will NEVER EVER forget. Thankyou Cara I love you loads and wouldn't change one minute of it. I going to miss you when you move to London, promise we'll ichat everyday, okay?!" Tears start forming in my eyes. I honestly don't know what I'll do with out her. We've been to hell and back, she seems more like a sister to me.

"Oh Mel" A lump is starting to form in my throat making me unable to speak. If i do I'll burst in to tears causing my mascara to run. All I can manage is a hug I reach for her hand yanking her towards me and squeeze as hard as I can.

"You mean the world to me Mel, I love you."

"Don't start to cry! Or you'll make me cry! C'mon, let's go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up."

***

Returning to the bar, I notice the four boys staring at us. I grab Mel's hand and before I know it, we are confronting the boys.

"Hey!" A pink haired boy says awkwardly shuffling in his shoes.

"Hi, I just wanted to say thankyou for telling the body guards to let us in." I say standing still as a rock.

The one with a lip ring started to smirk looking deep into my eyes, while the other start to chuckle.

I'm really confused, why they are all laughing?

"What?" I say while they all stare at me once again. The tall blond figure starts to twirl his lip ring between his fingers with the same smirk as before. I look over my right shoulder and see Mel has gone bright pink again, almost the same colour of that guy's hair. The good looking Asian guy looks towards the bar and offers us a drink.

Mel chirps up with a huge smile saying, "yeah of course!" As the time ticks by, I see Mel snuggling up to the pink haired guy whose name I believe to be Michael. I glance around noticing two of the boys are with a group of tall skinny blond girls, I guess they are trying to impress them. I feel a prod in my shoulder, turning around I notice the fourth member of the group.

"I guess it's just you and me." he practically shouts over the loud music. The smirk that I have grown fond of appears on his perfect face.

"Oh hi, what's your name?" I say nervously in response.

"My names Luke, Luke Hemmings," He says in a cocky way as if I should know.