Skywalker (Luke Hemmings5SOS/Star Wars Oneshot) #FanficFriday

Skywalker

This is my entry for the Fanfic Oneshot contest. I don't usually write fanfics anymore but I have always been tempted to write a 5sos one. So this is it. It was a friend's birthday yesterday so happy birthday to her and I hope she likes what I've written.

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London, 2016

Nothing. Out of all the clothes I took with me on tour, there was nothing that matched. I slipped on the ripped skinny jeans, throwing last night's t-shirt on the hotel floor. I couldn't wear that, especially since I only just wore it the other day. What would the fans think?

Personally, I wanted to wear my red flannel shirt - the famous red flannel shirt that I wore everywhere? Well, Calum stole it. That's when I thought I'd wear my favourite striped sweater. Then I remembered that Michael, that rainbow haired idiot, stole it the other day, ripping the sleeves off in the process. As for my Nirvana t-shirt? I stupidly lost it. Now, that left me sat half naked on my hotel bed, staring at the two suitcases full of clothes.

"Luke, mate! Would you hurry up?" Ashton called from the other side of the hotel room, "we're starving here!"

Could he not tell that I was in the middle of a massive dilemma?

"I'm trying to choose what to wear! Don't want to look homeless!" I tried to joke, but I was afraid that it came off in a more aggressive manner.

My favourite clothes were either stolen, lost or ruined and I simply couldn't wear the same plain t-shirts again. I finally understood why Ashton had so many tank tops, in case of a situation like this. Ah, there's an idea - steal one of his tank tops. Perfect.

I did exactly that, scavenging through his luggage to find one of his clean tank tops before slipping it on. My hair was probably a mess and I certainly didn't have time to fix it, especially with Michael and Ashton's constants groans of my tardiness, so I picked up one of Calum's beanies to hide the bed head hair.

"I. Am. Done!" I announced, making a grand gesture as I dramatically slid towards them.

Michael was busy staring at his phone to even notice my entrance yet Ashton was completely different. He stood by the door, arms folded and eyebrows creased. His light brown hair hid underneath a bandana, which I couldn't understand the point of when we were only going to eat breakfast, but then again, it was his choice.

"Luke, if the reason you took so long is because you wanted to steal our clothes, you could have just asked us," the older boy commented, raising an eyebrow as he spotted my attire. I didn't understand why he was being so smug about the situation.

"It's not my fault some one took my favourite shirt and that someone ripped the sleeves off my favourite sweater," I remarked. I was about to say something about my Nirvana top but then I realised that it was my fault that I lost it.

Michael seemed to have woken up by then, quickly defending himself, "hey! In my defensive, it was too hot to wear a long sleeved sweater!"

"Whatever, let's go," Ashton interrupted, "Calum's probably there already."

Oh yeah, Calum. I wondered why it was quiet. He seemed to use his brain and go down to eat instead of waiting on us all to get ready, unlike Ashton who wanted to go together. I agreed in the sense that we'd be more protected from fans as a group but seriously?

We had to sneak downstairs to the buffet. It was still pretty early, around seven, so fans weren't likely to show up. Apparently, I had made us later than we should have been so we had to be extra careful in this massive palace of a hotel.