Imagine A World (Luke Hemmings a.u.) [in editing]

7 Arrival

(Please read author's note!!)

Madeline's POV

"Sing your heart out, sweetie," my dad says, ruffling my hair a little. I glare up at him.

It's finally the 11th of July. I'm at the airport with my family, who are saying their farewells. My parents weren't mad about my Instagram. They were actually quite thrilled that I want to be independent.

"I want to go to LA, too!" my 13-year-old sister, Sonia, whines. I smile softly and bend down a little so I'm at eye level with her.

"Keep working, sis. You'll get there, someday. Just don't give up. Keep on moving forward, alright?" I tell her quietly. She nods, then hugs me tightly.

I grin, and hug her back. I'm going to miss her.

"I still can't believe that little Maddie is going to Los Angeles to sing with her favorite boy band," my 19-year-old brother, Conner, comments, mock crying.

"They aren't a boy band, Con, how many times do I have to tell you that? They play their own instruments," I sigh with fake impatience, then hug him as well. I'm going to miss him a lot.

Conner is going into his second year of college at the end of August. I have no clue how long I'll be in LA with the boys, so I probably won't see him off. We're very close for brother and sister.

My parents say their own goodbyes, but I've stopped really paying attention. Thinking of the boys for even a second has switched my mind to them. Especially Luke. We've been texting back and forth for nearly a month now, and I can't wait to see him in person again.

Finally, they call for my flight. I say one last goodbye to my family, then grab my carry on and head off to my first ever plane ride.

*******

I make it, and as soon as I get off the plane and grab my luggage, I text Luke.

I'm here!! Super excited to see u :) and the boys too of course ;)

Great! Go look for the guy holding the sign with ur name on it.

K.

I put my phone in my pocket and go in search of my name.

As soon as I reach the upstairs, where the main entrance is, I spot a white sign with M. St. George written on it in sloppy black sharpie. I look up at the person who's holding it, and run over to him.

"Luke!"

"Mad!"

I throw my arms around him, forcing him to drop the card with my name. He seems slightly shocked, but after a couple seconds, he hugs back.

We pull away from each other, and he grabs my suitcase with one hand, and my hand with the other. He drags me outside to a large blank black van, and pulls open the door after a man in a suit takes my bags from him.

"Hi, guys!" I call into the van.

"Hey, Madeline!" they call back.

"Well, it looks like we're getting a little 'touchy-touchy' now, are we?" Ashton smirks, nodding to mine and Luke's interlocked hands. We quickly separate, looking away from each other and blushing as the other boys laugh.

"Stop teasing them, Ash," Calum scolds, then scoots over in the back. "Here, guys, you'll sit back here."

I plop myself down next to Calum, and Luke sits on the other side of me. Very discretely, Luke places his right hand on top of my left. I look at him out of the corner of my eye, and we smile at each other.

The ride isn't very long, from what I can tell, but I still find myself waking up with my head on Luke's shoulder.

"We're here," he whispers in my ear, shaking me a little.

We all get out of the van, enter the house, and Calum, Aston, and Michael immediately seat themselves on the couches in the main area.

"Come on, I'll show you your room," Luke offers, and I follow him down the hall to the last door on the right.

He opens the door, and I gasp. My room is beautiful. The walls are very simply painted a slight off-white color, and the two windows have whispy white curtains that flutter from the breeze that comes through the open window. There's a queen sized bed in the center of the room, the backboard pushed against the wall. It has plain white covers, with one white and one hot pink pillow, just for a splash of color. There's a white dresser and a simple mirror hanging above it right next to the door. In the corner, there's a light purple chair and a tripod set up in front of it. I raise an eyebrow at Luke for an explanation.

"We still post on my old channel on YouTube. We aren't going to let you slack off your Instagram videos. You're going to start gaining followers soon, trust me, and they'll be wanting updates."

I smile a little.

"Well, I'll leave you to unpack. See you in a minute, I guess."

He turns and leaves the room. I unpack quickly. I didn't bring very much in the first place, just about a week's worth of clothes. I figured that I'll be going shopping at some point while I'm here.

Once I'm done, I go back out to the living area. Michael and Ashton have disappeared, and Calum and Luke are looking up at the large television screen, playing a game.

"Whatchya doing?" I ask, placing my chin on top of Luke's head.

"FIFA," he replies simply, then groans, throwing his arms up into the air. "You made me lose. Again."

"It wasn't her fault. You just suck at this game," Calum replies, smiling up at me, then proceeding to start another match. "Are you going to tell her about later?"

"Oh, yeah," Luke says, then pauses, trying to keep Calum from scoring. He doesn't succeed. "Calum and I are going songwriting tomorrow. Ash and Michael have theirs today. Are you alright hanging out with them tomorrow?"

"Really, Luke? You aren't going to ask if she wants to maybe come?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize!" Luke exclaims sarcastically. Calum rolls his eyes, pauses the game, then turns to me.

"So, would you?"

I'm a little startled by the sudden offer, but I reply, "I-I guess so. Sure."

"Then it's settled," Calum says, sounding satisfied as he unpauses the game and scores on Luke once more, "Madeline, you're going to be writing some songs with us."

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Hey guys! So, a couple things.

One: England has been amazing. Tomorrow morning, I'm off to Scotland, and I can't wait. I know you guys probably don't care, but keep reading this, please.

Two: There is going to be an original song in a few chapters. Unfortunately for me, I suck at writing songs (trust me, I've tried). So... I want some help from you guys. Message me on Wattpad if you're interested in helping me, or kik me (cocolover8). When it comes time for that chapter, it means there'll be kind of a break between updates. I'm sorry. I know, I've only just started this book, but I want to make it good for you guys.

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