Gate Seven || L.H.

Hour One

"What!?" He cried into the phone, but the line was dead. I paused the music on my phone and watched as the boy in front of me went from macho bad boy to five year old crying for his mom. He started to claw at the doors and hyperventilate.

"This c-can't be happening!" He gasped, pounding on the steel doors.

"A-Are you okay?" I asked him awkwardly.

"Can't- breathe," he gasped, falling to the floor and rocking back and forth, hugging his knees tightly as he gasped for air.

"Everything's gonna be okay. Just, put your head between your knees and breathe," I said, getting on one knee to be eye level with him.

"I-I-I can't stay in here for th-thirty six hours. I'll die," he whimpered.

"No you won't," I said firmly. "You're gonna be fine. Now, do as I say. Head in between your knees now." He did what I said and I smiled. "Good. Now breathe. What's your name?"

"Luke," he said between deep breaths. "I uh, I'm Luke." I could tell by his accent that he was Australian and I knew who he was right away. I decided to treat him like a normal person though.

"Always been claustrophobic?" I asked him. He nodded. "My brothers liked to lock me in closets and cupboards when I was a kid. I uh, I really hate small spaces now. I can't handle being in here for thirty six hours. I can't."

"Shut up and breathe," I said, rubbing his shoulders. "If you keep saying you can't, you won't be able to, okay? So if that's all you're going to say when you open your mouth, shut up and breathe."

After a few minutes of breathing, Luke calmed down. He sighed and sat up, leaning his head against the walk behind him. "Thanks, erm..."

"Lily. Lily Michaels."

"Luke Hemmings, as I'm sure you already knew." He extended his hand towards me and I shook it quickly before wiping my palm on my jeans. "Are you always such an obnoxious asshat?"

"That's what people tell me," he replied, winking at me. I just rolled my eyes.

"So, tell me Lily Michaels, you're not claustrophobic?"

"Nope."

"Then what's wrong with you? You can't be normal."

"And why can't I?"

"Cause you just can't. What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," I snapped, sitting against the opposite wall and hugging my knees to my chest.

"Ooh, so you're bitchy," he said. "Figures. All the pretty ones are bitchy."

"And all the fake rockstars are douche bags," I replied smoothly, checking my phone for service. When I saw I had none, I sighed before putting music on and putting one headphone in.

"Do you have service on your phone?" I asked him. He shook his head. I sighed again before playing with my shoelaces. Now that I didn't have to talk to him anymore, I was starting to feel trapped. I'd much rather he stuck by myself on this elevator, since Hemmings was probably going to want to talk while we're stuck in here.

We sat for a good twenty minutes in silence before Luke opened one of his bags. "Beer?"

"I'm seventeen," I replied.

"And I'm eighteen. I won't tell daddy if you won't," he replied, winking at me as he cracked one open.

"How did you expect to get that on the plane?" I asked him. He grinned. "I didn't. The fun was in trying." I rolled my eyes at his ridiculousness and tried to focus on my music, but Luke kept bothering me.

"Where were you headed?" He asked me.

"Remember when you asked me what was wrong with me?" I asked in response. He nodded in amusement. "Well I'm an introvert. Please stop talking to me."

"Where's the fun in that?" No response.

"We're gonna be stuck together for the next thirty six hours. We can't just not talk the whole time." Nothing.

"Lily, come on." Luke touched my hand and I gasped before jumping away from him. He stared at me and I whimpered, "Please don't touch me. I don't like being touched." He held up his hands in surrender and started playing games on his phone. I sighed and kept listening to music on my phone before laying on my back and counting the cracks in the ceiling tiles. I was at 586 when Luke spoke up. "I'm bored."

"Get used to it. I'm not a circus clown," I replied, trying to remember where I was.

"Let's do something fun," he said.

"We're in an elevator," I reminded him. "You can't really do any fun things in an elevator."

"Let's make out," he suggested. I wrinkled my nose. "You were literally fucking Acacia Brinley a few months ago. If I'm even coming within a five foot radius of your mouth or dick, you need to get all that shit checked out. I don't want any diseases she might have given you." I flushed at the curses I didn't mean to say and kept counting.

"So if I hadn't made out with Cacia, you'd make out with me right now?" He asked.

"Don't call her stupid nicknames in front of me," I sighed, shuddering at the thought of her. "And, no. Get off your high horse. You're not as hot as you think you are."

"You can't resist me," he said and I rolled my eyes.

"Luke, I don't want to kiss you. I don't want to make out with you. I don't even want to be in the same room as you. You're a stuck up, big headed, egotistical prick. Not my type."

"What is your type then sexy?" He asked and I sighed before mumbling. "The guy you used to be."

"Excuse me?"

"You were cute before. Before you decided you were better than everyone in your band, and you were that shy, awkward giraffe boy. You were absolutely adorable then. I am one of the most awkward, unsexy, uncomfortable with topics of sex person on the planet and I would've fucked you as soon as you asked back them. Now? No. You ripped apart 5 Seconds Of Summer by leaving those boys alone. You were all brothers. That was a horrible move Lucas."

"Jeez, all I did was ask what your type was. I didn't need a lecture," Luke sighed.

"Well it's time you got one," I told him. "It's time someone told you that you hurt millions of fans out there by becoming what you've become. You're a complete jerk now. You actually disgust me more than I thought was possible."

"Jesus Christ Lily fine. Please just shut up," he groaned. I smirked satisfactorily at the ceiling before counting the cracks again from the beginning.