Picture (Almost) Perfect

I Must Be Dreaming

Angling your camera in a way that would make the Opera House look even more beautiful than it already was, you sigh as you see a speck of dirt right in the middle of the shot.

Gently wiping it with the end of your sweater, you place the camera back into place and focus it.

Click

Beautiful.

Satisfied, you pick a nice spot on a bench and sit down to review several photos you took earlier that day.

Good.

Ew.

Nice.

"I like that one."

Startled, you jump up and turn around, clutching your camera to your chest.

Wait a fucking minute. Is that-

This can't be real. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall and broad.

It's Luke Hemmings. But that doesn't stop the fact that he was totally creeping on you.

"Wh-what?" You managed to stutter out while backing away.

"I said," Luke stepped around the bench and slowly walked towards you, "I like that picture."

Bumping into the railing that practically kept you from falling into the Pacific Ocean, you straightened up because you aren't going to let some tall, handsome, blue-eyed-

boy sweep you off your feet because he's famous.

"Oh yeah? Well do you want it then?" You ask almost accusingly.

His expression turned blank at your sudden outrage.

You let your head fall down as you grip the railing behind you before picking it back up.

"Sorry. I didn't mean that. It's just... it's a little weird to be creeping up on people like that. Don't you think?" You say with a smirk.

"Oh. Oh yeah definitely. Sorry about that."

A few awkward moments pass by and you stare at him not knowing what to say.

"So-" you both start interrupting each other.

"You can go-" you two say in unison once again.

Talk about awkward.

"I'm Y/N." You say quietly.

"I'm-" he starts but you finish.

"Luke."

The blonde's mouth quirks into a smile.

You nod your head knowingly and close your eyes, "5 Seconds of Summer. I know. Used to be a big fan."

"Used to?"

You open your eyes and laugh, "Yes. I was a huge fan. Until one of them creeped up on me while I was looking at my pictures."

Luke chuckled and put his hands in his pockets.

"I said sorry alright? Now how about I make it up to you by.... giving you a ticket to see us in concert? Tonight?"

"I'm sorry?" You spit out almost dropping you camera.

"You. Concert. Watch me. Tonight." He smiles, "You can even take a few pictures with your camera there if you want."

Your eyebrows twitch because there are too many things happening to you at one time.

'Snap out of it Y/N!' You think to yourself.

"Uh... Yeah! Sure!"

Luke smiles and slips out his phone from his pocket.

"Great! How about you put in your number so I can text you later? To get you in."

"Please tell me this is a dream."

"I'm sorry?" He asks.

"What? Nothing! Here," you blush as you hand back his phone.

"...ok," he says chuckling. "See you tonight?"

You nod, supporting yourself on the railing.

"Gotta run now, but it was nice meeting you. Y/N." Luke winks walking backwards.

"You too. You have no idea."

••••

So you took a few pictures at the concert just like he suggested.

And no, they weren't just Luke.

They were just Luke and you.