To My Rescue || l.h.

Chapter 1

A lot of things could've gone wrong with Arabella's life after she had her daughter, Mauri, at nineteen. She could've cried because the Father wasn't there to witness the birth of their first child. She could've put Mauri up for adoption because she wasn't ready to raise a kid. She could've hated her life because everything seemed like it was going downhill, but instead, she cried tears of joy because she was capable of giving birth to a beautiful healthy baby girl.

Instead of dreading the gift of Motherhood, she was willing to embrace it even if she felt like she wasn't prepared for its obstacles. Although the Father wasn't there for her, she had her parents full support and that's all she could ever ask for. Bella was brave enough to take on the challenges that life was thrown at her instead of looking down on them. Bella was nineteen with a new born child meanwhile halfway around the world Luke Hemmings was eighteen living his dream, with three of his best friends. Taking down the world with one song at a time.

Even as years went by, their music still stood strong: topping the charts everywhere, selling out stadiums, countless awards. Success was an understatement. And after five years of taking on the world they thought it was best to take a little time to themselves.

The sounds of the guitars, cymbals crashing, and bass humming clashed with the roaring crowd.

"Thank you, Melbourne! We are five seconds of summer. Goodnight!" Luke called into the mic as the guitars took it's final strums to the sound of Ashton's last beat. The thrill of a good show rushed through all of the boys. They gathered in the front of the stage and took their routine bows. Various shouts from the crowd chorused in mixed 'I love you's and fuck me's' as they took one last look at the crowd they would see in a while and exited the stage leaving their adoring fans already suffering in post-concert depression.

"Good show, lads. Good show." Ashton said tucking his drumsticks in his back pocket. They were all gathered in the dressing room changing out of their stage clothes and into ones that weren't covered in sweat and holes.

"Michael, that's my shirt." Calum whined.

"No, it's not I hung my shirt specifically on this hanger so I knew it was mine." He retorted, throwing the hanger at Calum.

"You dick, check the shirt mine was the one with the mayday logo."

"You're the dick! You want proof? Look-" As he turned the shirt over, he felt his cheeks heat up staring at the mayday parade logo. Calum stood with his arms folded, lifting an eyebrow at Michael. "Dammit." He muttered. Even at twenty three years old, they still find the most childish things to fight over. Not even mentioning the time that Luke forgot to bring taco sauce when he bought food for them, and the boys ignored him for two days straight.

"All of our shirts are black, how the fuck was I supposed to know!" He rages.

"Guys it's our last show, shouldn't the last thing we do is fight?" Ashton butts in.

"Ash, you're acting like it's the end of our career. We're only taking a break. You know like...hiatus." Calum says yanking the shirt from Michael.

"I know, but still. We've been going at this for a while. It's going to be weird to just take a break." He says frowning a bit. The boys loved to tour and perform more than anything, but it was already settled that they need this break.

"We'll be back before you even know it. Just relax a little." Luke reassured. Already he was packed up and ready to leave quicker than the other boys.

"Easy for you to say Mr. 'I'm gonna move to America so I can settle down'" Ashton mocked in a very thick and terrible American accent.

"America's nice and I'm twenty three dammit, a girlfriend would be cool for once." Luke defended. Luke planned to head to America for his break. For some reason the country stuck to him. He felt like America was suitable for him to start something fresh. New culture, nice weather, girls, good food, girls. It's not like he couldn't afford it.

"Are you going to ask Mrs. All American to walk your way?" Calum said wiggling his eyebrows. Michael bumped fists with Calum laughing,"Nice one."

Luke rolled his eyes, flinging his bag over his shoulder, ready for his flight which leaves tonight.

"But seriously, the press is going to be all over that." Michael points out. They all knew from experience that the press will make a story out of anything. They could do something as little as leave a little extra tip for a waitress and the media would come up with some elaborate romantic tragedy out of it. Because of that they always tried keep relationships to a minimum.

"They'll get over it, besides who says Luke will get a girlfriend anyways." Calum shrugs.

"Is the van here yet? I can't wait to leave you all." He grumbled, tired of Calum's rude remarks.

"Oh shut the hell up you love us." Ashton joked. Which was true, he loved them like brothers and was going to miss being around them all the time, but who knows what will

happen when he lands in America?

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I s2g this all sounds suuuuuppppeeeerrrr corny, but I'm sure it'll get better. And the spacing is piSSING ME OFF BC ITS NOT DOING WHAT I WANT IT TO DO.

That is all.