Mrs All American - luke

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Wednesday after I'm done with classes, my friend Leo, invites me to the mall with him. It's his one year anniversary with his boyfriend, Tom. He asked me to come with him because apparently my opinion matters to him, which I think is really nice.

We're currently walking around the mall, on our way to H&M, when the word boyfriend lingers in my head. My last boyfriend was my first serious relationship in my life and I was absolutely devastated when it ended. I've only talked about it twice. Once with India and Becca and last night with Luke.

Luke.

When I woke up this morning, he was still sleeping. I didn't want to wake him, maybe he isn't morning person and the last thing I wanted was for us to get into an argument. I mean, he was kind of nice last night, at least nice for him. I barely slept last night, due to the fact that a boy, a handsome one at that, was sleeping behind me.

"What are you thinking about, sweet pea?" Leo asks me as we ride up the escalator. He's from Texas and always calls me these kinds of things, but I don't mind it.

"Believe it or not, I'm actually thinking about a boy," I tell him as we enter H&M. We walk over to the men's section and start looking through the racks of clothing. I hold up a black sweater, but he shakes his head.

"And who would this boy be?" Leo knows about my last boyfriend but not the story. "What does he look like? Tell me everything," he says as he scans through the clothes but he's looking at me instead, his blue eyes sparkling.

"Well, his name is Luke Hemmings and-"

He stops what he's doing, walking around the rack to stand in front of me. His eyes are wide with shock. "You know Luke Hemmings?" He gasps.

I groan and turn my attention back to the clothes. "Why does everyone know this kid?! Who is he?!" I exclaim, irritated that everyone knows about his existence but me.

"Have you been living under a rock, honey?" He jokes and I instantly think of Luke when Leo calls me that. "He's in a band, a pretty popular one at that."

Oh my God, I have been living under a rock. It's safe to say that I don't pay attention to the media much and I don't exactly sit around and read magazines. "What's the band called? What kind of music is it?"

He laughs next to me as he examines a shirt and then hangs it back up. "5 Seconds of Summer. They're like, pop punk, maybe rock. I don't know. Just look them up later," he says.

I might just do that.

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I'm back from the mall by the time it's eight o'clock and I'm beat. I almost cry of joy when I realize I don't have homework as I throw my backpack into my room. Becca and India don't get back from their family reunion for another three days so I'm home alone until then. I suddenly wish I was cousins with them too so I wasn't alone.

I know I shouldn't, but I sit in front of the computer screen in the living room and look up 5 Seconds of Summer. I read countless articles, look at millions of pictures and sure enough, it's the boys that were in my apartment a few days ago. An hour into my investigation (I'd much rather call it that than stalking) gets worse.

I'm just about to pull my hair out when I look up their music on YouTube and come across thousands of videos about them. I click on a video of them performing at an award show.

That's when I notice that Michael plays the guitar and so does Luke. Calum plays the bass and Ashton is on the drums. Then Luke starts to sing and I just about lose it. Alright, it's time to stop.