Wherever You Are // A Luke Hemmings fanfiction

Part 13

(Luke POV)

It had been an intense few days since we’d returned to Dublin; Mikki had gone back to sharing a hotel room with Mum, we’d been rehearsing non-stop for the show, and she’d continued recording daily vlogs and posting them on YouTube. I think this extra insight into our daily lives, especially now we didn’t have time to post as many Keeks as we used to, only made a large majority of the fans love her more than they already had before.  

“It’s the boys’ first stadium concert today!” Mikki said, her arm around my waist as we skipped through Croke Park, beaming at me behind the camera lens. We’d just done our final sound check before the show, and the adrenaline was pumping through my body like mad. From the second we’d driven up, hours ago, my heart had been pounding wildly in my chest as we’d seen the long line of fans already waiting.

“I have to say, love the new hair, Mik,” I said, reaching out to play with the ends of it. We’d gone out with the One Direction boys last night, for a bit of a lads’ night out, so naturally Mikki had opted to stay back at the hotel. Whilst we’d been gone, Lou Teasdale, One Direction’s stylist, had dip dyed her hair, so the ends were golden blonde. I’d been shocked when she showed up for breakfast the next morning, hair freshly washed and curled slightly. But it looked amazing. She smiled up at me thankfully, before nudging me in the side.

“Are you excited?” she asked me, giggling with excitement. I knew Mikki had found a way to sneak past security and get to the fans waiting in line; she’d come in halfway through our sound check, her arms laden with posters, drawings and presents from fans, claiming she’d ‘found’ them in our dressing room when security asked. I nodded enthusiastically, sticking my tongue out at the camera, before turning back to her. “I do wanna know how you got us all that stuff from the fans earlier though.”

“I wanna know too!”

“Mikki, tell us!”

“Mikki’s like a spy, I swear.”

She threw her head back and laughed as the other three boys ran up behind us so they could be in the vlog too. She looked around, to see if anyone was looking, then turned to grin at all of us. “So, how about I take you guys to meet some fans?”

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“I know she’s your girl,” Michael whispered to me, after posing for a picture with a group of fans. “But I bloody love Mikki.”

I felt my cheeks flush slightly at the suggestion of Mikki being ‘my girl’, more like I wished she was, but I found myself nodding my head in agreement as I looked around at the group of fans gathered. We were stood in one of the smoking areas round the back of the stadium, and fans had slowly been coming and going in an orderly manner, for the past twenty minutes or so, after Mikki sent DMs of where they could meet us to a random selection of fans who were queuing outside.

She was stood with Ashton, a couple metres away, filming fans and occasionally stopping to take pictures with them herself. I wasn’t surprised how much our fans loved her; she did everything she could to make them happy.

“Mikey, what do you look for in a girl?” one fan asked, her using her iPhone to film him as he scrunched up his nose thoughtfully. I didn’t blame him, I always struggled to answer this question seriously too, because I always found myself describing Mikki, and I always worried that she’d pick up on it if she were to watch the interview back.

As if Michael had read my mind, his lips curled into a smirk and he nudged me lightly, bumping his shoulder against mine as he gestured over to where Mikki and Ashton were stood. “If you’re talking about looks, Mikki’s pretty hot.”