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

9 Confusion

Madeline's POV

I wake up to birds tweeting outside my open windows, sunlight streaming through the curtains to make a slanted rectangle on the floor beside my bed.

I pick up my iPod from the small side table next to the bed, and I'm surprised to see I have an innumerable amount of notifications, all from Instagram.

"What the-" I whisper, and I unlock it to see what in the world could be going on.

My eyes widen when I see. One of the boys posted a video on the main account last night about our nerf battle, mentioning me. My account crashed because of the sudden intake of followers and mentions and tags that I received.

When I finally manage to fix it after about ten minutes, I look at a few of the comments.

"Such an amazing voice! How do you know 5SOS? Are you friends? @maddie_singer"

"So jealous! I wish I had your voice @maddie_singer. Mind trading?"

It's a little overwhelming. I have 98k followers suddenly, and nearly all of them have liked all my posts. I can't reply to nearly as many comments as I would like, and I can't follow everyone back, either, like I usually do.

After a few more minutes, someone knocks on the door.

"Come in," I say, forgetting this is a strange new house and that I'm living with four boys now.

"Hey." Luke pokes his head in, and I find myself blushing and pulling my covers up around me little more tightly, even though the room is boiling from the summer weather.

"Morning, Luke," I smile after a moment. Beside me, my iPod screen lights up.

"What's that?" he asks, pointing.

"Just my iPod. It's nothing," I shrug as the notifications start piling up again. He doesn't look convinced.

He walks over and sits down on the bed, right next to me, picking up my iPod.

"What's your passcode?" he asks.

I blush again. "0716."

He grins, then reminds me, "Four more days. Then both of us are legal. Excited?"

"Absolutely. What are you doing?"

He holds up a finger, telling me to wait, then puts my iPod down next to me again. The screen isn't lighting up anymore.

"I made it so you don't get notifications 24/7. Ashton helped me figure it out a while ago. That way it won't bother you all the time," he explains.

"How'd you do it?" I reply, somewhat relieved. I don't want to have to worry about checking my Instagram every two seconds.

"You just log out. It's pretty simple."

"Oh."

I blush furiously. How obvious.

Luke and I sit in awkward silence for the next few minutes, looking around my room in opposite directions.

"What are you thinking about?" I finally ask him.

"Life."

I'm a little confused at this reply.

"Why are you thinking about life?"

He glances over at me and smiles lightly, then stands suddenly and sighs. I scramble to stand as well, but he strides over to my door and pulls it open.

"Where are you going?" I query him, grabbing his wrist. He looks me directly in the eyes, his bright blue ones digging into my own plain browns.

"Don't worry about it. We're leaving for songwriting in about 2 hours by the way," he tells me, a soft smile playing on his face. Then he gently pulls his wrist out of my grasp and leaves me staring after him, confused and frozen.