[ Apple Rose ]
Niall and the other boys went out that night. Apparently he had been invited to someone's party. They invited me and were surprised when I told them I would stay home. And they were even more surprised when I took a shower and 'there was no watery mess'. Taking a shower in Luke's body was the most awkward thing I will ever have to do in my life, and that's to say the least about the experience.
I made a mental note to make a mess in the shower next time so they wouldn't get suspicious.
After changing into something comfortable; a pair of black sweat pants and a band shirt, I climbed into Luke's bed.
My cellphone vibrated from the night stand and I picked it up in my hands. My eyes scanned over the screen to see I had a call from Luke. Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I clicked the answer button.
'what do you want?'
Now that the boys were gone, I didn't care that my clear American accent was showing.
'meet me downstairs. i'm outside niall's flat.'
'for what?'
'just come outside.' He hissed.
'okay.'
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[ Luke ]
It took her a few minutes, but she finally came outside where I was standing in the cold. She looked like she was about to go to sleep and I noticed my lip ring was back. I grinned at that. As if knowing what I was about to say, she huffed, "Don't think I did it for you. I just thought you look better this way and I didn't want your fans to miss this horrid thing on your lip."
"Right." I smirked.
"So what do you want?" She asked him.
"We have a concert coming up." I said. After our week off, we were going to travel here to London where we would be opening for One Direction.
She gasped. "You have to do something."
"I'm thinking." I hissed.
"Well think faster!" She protested. "I don't want to be in 5 Seconds of Summer. I don't know your songs. I'm going to make a fool of myself."
"You're going to make a fool out of me." I corrected her. What would my fans think if she went out there, in my body, and didn't know how to sing or what to sing? They would hate me, or at the very least question my sanity. "Trust me, I don't want you at that that concert. You can't sing, and I'm pretty sure you can't play the guitar. People will know something's wrong."
Observing my guitar playing fingers, she mused, "Maybe if Luke Hemmings accidentally broke his fingers..."
My eyes widened in shock. "Don't you dare."
"Then what do you suggest, Einstein?" She crossed her arms over her chest as she shot me a glare.
"Hm..." I thought about it. A smile appeared on my face when an idea came to me, "I know!"
"What?" She wondered.
"You could lip sync. No one would know the difference." I explained to her. "All you'd have to do is stand there, pretend to play the guitar and learn the song lyrics so it looks like you know what you're doing. Yeah, that could work."
