Today is the day. I still have no idea how I'm going to get to that concert. I was just going to be spontaneous.
My mom went over to her friends house after work because they were going out tonight. But she told me she has the neighbors watching me to make sure I didn't leave for the concert.
Even though I didn't know if I was going to be able to go I got ready. I wanted to look nice,especially because I knew they would be looking for me.
I straightened my hair, as pin straight as I could get it. It fell just to the curve of my waist. I apply a bit more make up than normal. Foundation, gel eyeliner, blush a pink lipstain being added to the everyday concealer and mascara make-up routine.
My out fit consisted of high waisted, acid washed, denim shorts with stressed edges frizzing out. For the top I wore a black 5 Seconds of Summer t-shirt that I had cropped my self just for tonight. I threw on my white converse and tied a long sleeve plaid flannel around the waist of my shorts. I applied lotion to my legs and sprayed a sweet smelling body spray.
I sat on the bed pondering my escape when I got a DM.
"You ready for tonight" Calum had kept his word.
At this point I had given up on trying to make a break for it.
"Yeah, but I don't think I will be able to make it I'm grounded with no way out." I sat wondering if I should send it, I decide yeah... didn't wanna leave them hanging.
"Oh that's terrible, send me your address I'll mail you some complementary signed merch."
For some reason I was expecting a different response, one less accepting of the circumstance, But I gave him the address and quickly afterwards sent another message.
"Good Luck, tell Luke and the other guys I said the same." And with that it was over. A short lived dream come true, over.
I just laid in bed listening to the whole album, with my eyes shut, imagining how amazing the real thing would be. I guess I must have drifted off because I was awoken by a startling banging on the door. My mom must be back home from the club, drunk and ready to bitch at me til she goes to sleep, like she always does when she is drunk.
I walked downstairs and to the door. I unlocked it and opened it up to let my mom in walking away with out even looking in the doorway. I began walking away when I heard my name called.
"Abigail."
" We don't exactly feel comfortable just walking into your house like this."
My heart stopped when I heard two little accents coming from my door. I slowly turned. Only to be greeted by Calum Hood and Ashton Irwin.
I would love to say that I kept my cool but, sadly, I instead let out high pitched scream.
"I'm so sorry, but y-y-ou're" I was cut off.
"Yeah Yeah I'm Ashton he's Calum. We're Cashton." Yep Ashton was a smart ass.
"Now hurry up we don't wanna be late." Calum rushed me.
But I was still frozen, I wanted to move but I had so many thoughts running through my head. What if the neighbors saw? What if my mom came home before I got back? What if I fan girl again and they think I am weird? But my nerves didn't get the best of me.
"Let's go, but first can I get a hug or something.. cause I'm freaking out." It was word vomit. It was out of my hands.
They hugged me and led me down the side of my house through a backway to a store parking lot. There sat a tour bus. That I was hurried on to.
My head was spinning and I was immediately regretting the choice I had made. I was gonna get caught and my mom said if I break the rules again I was out of the house.
I must have gotten caught up in my thoughts yet again because when I was called back down to earth it was by colorful hair. Yep, Michael Clifford. This was all happening to fast.
Then Luke walked by, I could feel my face lift and my heart beat out of my chest. He looked my way and turned and continued walking to the back of the bus. My face dropped and I started panicking. My hands got clammy, I felt my face get red from my blood pressure sky rocketing, and then it was all black.
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The Reason. (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic)
FanfictionFor some REASON meeting my favorite band isn't exactly how I imagined it being, but there is no turning back for me, I can't go home now. My home isn't my home now.