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

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Madeline's POV

I smile as I watch the boys on the TV at the house. They look like they're having a blast performing on Jimmy Kimmel (or Kimmy Jimmel, if you prefer). I sigh. I wish I didn't freak out whenever I went out in front of people, or else I could be onstage with them, possibly.

I had insisted on staying at the house while the boys went to the show. Luke was practically begging me to come along, but the boys all agreed that we didn't want another incident like New York. I feel a little bad about not going, but I promised that I would still watch them on the large TV instead of practicing my FIFA skills while they were gone.

I watch Luke the closest. He had told me that, even though I wouldn't actually be there, he was going to try to find a way to signal me. A signal that he knows I'm there. Nothing has really happened yet, but I'm not going to let myself grow impatient. They've only played one song so far (Amnesia, one of my favorites), so I expect he'll signal me further into the show.

I dig my hand into my large bowl of popcorn, and sigh as Luke puts his foot up on the box to the left of his microphone, clapping his hands over his head. I love when he does that.

I don't know why, but I'm starting to get a little impatient with Luke. Maybe I'm anxious for him to finally confirm the two of us, to say that we're official. But then I shudder, thinking of Riley. I don't know why I'm scared of her. She was obviously younger than me, and it isn't like she can completely ruin me.

Then I see it. The signal. During Luke's solo in "What I Like About You". He stares directly into the camera, and he doesn't do anything to signal me at all, other than the fastest wink ever. I start to shiver a little bit. That was definitely for me. I just know it was.

I remember what he said when we were at the top of the Empire State Building a few days ago.

"I guess I'm good at hiding."

What does that mean? I had originally assumed it was a joke, but now I'm not so sure. Luke has been acting a little bit...mysterious lately. It's a little unnerving.

The show ends, and I wait around for them to come home. It's a bit late, and they're all exhausted from their performance, so I say goodnight to all of them, and before they leave, Luke gives me a quick peck on the lips. The others start to hoot.

"GET IT, LUCAS!" Michael yells, earning a slap from Calum. Luke and I both go red, but he still places a protective arm over my shoulder.

"You were great tonight," I whisper to Luke as he leads me to my room.

"We would have been even better if you had been there," he tells me, leaving a short kiss on my nose.

My heart flutters a little, and he leaves to get ready for bed. I know he's very tired, and I don't want to keep him up any longer.

Luke's POV

I leave Madeline, telling her that I'm going to bed. She pouts a little, but lets me go, assuming that I'm tired from performing.

I go to the back porch, bringing my guitar. I strum a few random chords, not really trying to make anything out of them.

I sigh, staring out at the stars. I wish I could tell Madeline about the surprise, but I know I'll get in trouble if I do too early. I hate hiding things from her.

I'm a little worried that she's getting suspicious, though. I know that she's noticed how quiet I've been over the past few days, and it makes my stomach churn thinking that I'm keeping this from her.

"Hey, Luke."

I look up. It's Calum.

"Hey, Cal," I reply dully as he sits down next to me.

"I thought you were going to bed early."

I shrug. "I wanted to do some writing," I tell him, motioning to the papers on the other side of me, along with my guitar.

"Is that really the only reason?" he asks.

I hang my head, shaking it, "No."

"What's wrong, buddy?"

"I hate keeping this from Mad!" I say, louder than I intended.

"Shh!" Calum shushes me, looking around quickly. "I know what you mean, though, and I would imagine it's the worst for you. We can't tell her yet, though. We have to wait until September."

"I know," I sigh, staring at the constellations once more. The Big Dipper is bright and obvious tonight. "I still can't stand waiting."

"Don't worry, it'll be time before you know it. I'm gonna go back in," Calum says, standing and stretching his legs, even though he's only been sitting for about 5 minutes. "You coming?"

"Yeah, just a minute."

He looks at me searchingly one last time, then turns and goes back in. I glance around at the boring, empty backyard one last time before gathering the papers of my song up and heading back in as well.

I get ready for bed and sit down on it, looking over at Michael, who's already snoring, his phone slowly slipping out of his hand. I stand and go over to take it and place it gently on the ground, but as I pull it from his light grasp, a notification lights up his screen.

From Instagram:

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Also, sorry this chapter is really short and stupid, I couldn't think of a way to expand on it all.

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