Distance (Cameron Dallas & Luke Hemmings fan fiction)

chapter 9

Cameron's POV*

~Next morning~

I woke up to Matt poking me telling me we had to get ready for sound check, Payton was still in my arms, she looked so peaceful so I left her to sleep while I had a shower after my shower, she was still sleeping so I crawled beside her and poked her nose till she woke up.

"Cameron why are you waking me up" she questioned "You have to get ready for sound check" I said kissing her nose.

She got up grabbed clothes, then went into the bathroom. 20-30 minutes later she comes out her hair braided to the side, her make up was light and normal. For her outfit she was wearing a mind coloured dress the stopped a few inches above her knees. God she was beautiful.

I got a text from Taylor to meet them down stairs as we were making our way to the elevator I grabbed her hand in mine. Once we got down there we all went and ate Denny's.

*At soundcheck*

A few of us were horsing around, then it was Shawn and Payton's duet, they were singing " A Team" By Ed Sheeran

"White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes

Weary-eyed, dry throat

Call girl, no phone

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland