5sos One Shots

Luke BGM - Christmas

~A/N~ Hey I hope everyone had a good Christmas! Michael's will probably come a bit later also I know it's too late but whatever. Inspired by the recent events at Gatwick
Enjoy the chapter!
Leila xx

Luke (21):
Life as a musician was hard for you sometimes. The touring and fans, playing concerts to thousands of people, that was all amazing and you couldn't be more grateful. The jam-packed schedule and distance from home, however, was another matter.

The plan had been for you to return home to Australia right before Christmas so you could spend time with your family, and your boyfriend Luke whom you hadn't seen in the longest time. It was going to be a well-earned break, reliving the life you had left when you went on tour.

Your parents missed you. Your extended family missed you too, and you couldn't wait to see their smiling faces as you all linked arms to pull Christmas crackers around the wide dining table covered in steaming turkey and vegetables.

Luke, too. He knew you better than anyone else, you had been together during high school and had risen to fame at the same time so he understood your successes and your troubles. Being a musician and dating a musician was near impossible, but the two of you made it work. Christmas was one of the only times you could be together properly.

Needless to say, you were excited. Bouncing around London Gatwick airport with your crew, ready to sit for the long flight and leap into your boyfriend's arms when you family welcomed you on the other side.

The mood was high. Your drummer had started a dance circle around your manager, who was belting 'All I Want For Christmas' at the top of his voice. It had been stressful for all of you, and you were happy to see your crew in high spirits.

It was at that moment that everything came tumbling down. The intercom crackled and you heard a troubled voice.

"I am sorry to announce that all flights are delayed until further notice, due to a drone blocking the flight paths and making it unsafe to take off."

An uneasy silence dropped over the boarding area.

What?

Delayed? But... that would mean you wouldn't get home in time for Christmas.

Then the shouting started.

"WHAT?"

"I'm not waiting here for fuck knows how long!"

"We won't get back in time!" That was from your bassist, fear and alarm clear as day on her face.

"I'll go and see what's going on," your manager said, pushing through the rioting crowd towards a nervous-looking member of staff.

"I can't miss Christmas," you said, more to yourself than anyone. And sure enough, you could see your family on Boxing Day and they weren't going anywhere, but it was Luke you were worried about. He had mentioned going back on tour almost as soon as the holiday ended, and you couldn't lose any more time with him.

And your poor crew. They all had families and friends to get back to, they were only here because of you. This was all your fault.

"This might be my mum's last Christmas," your stylist said, head drooping towards the ground. "I don't want to miss it."

"I'm so sorry," you choked out, unable to find the right words to say. Fortunately, your manager came back with fury in his eyes.

"Some idiot's flown a drone over the airport! It's too dangerous for any planes to take off in case the drone flies into the engine." He took a deep breath, and your heart dropped even further. "Our flight's been cancelled until further notice."

Tears began to drip down your stylist's cheek, and you wanted to join her.

"I guess we're going to have to find a hotel."

***
Although your managers were making a conscious effort to keep morale high, it was difficult. The crew was devastated, because the little 'tour family' that you usually loved just wasn't enough at Christmas.

"Hey, babe," you spoke into your phone, recording a voicemail. "Um, our flight's been cancelled so we're stuck in London until further notice. I'll try and get back as soon as I can, but, um, it looks like I'll be missing Christmas."

Your eyes filled with tears.

"I'll see you soon. I love you."

***
Wandering the streets of London on Christmas Eve wasn't as magical as you wanted to believe. Church bells rang through the air and the taste of frost lingered on your lips, but you couldn't enjoy it.

After a day and a half, the airport had reopened, but by that point it was too difficult to get an emergency flight for all 15 of you.

You had sent your stylist home, so that she could be with her dying mother. That was more important than you wanting to see your boyfriend, at the end of the day.

It didn't stop it from hurting, though.

You shivered. December wasn't like this in Australia, it was hot and everyone wore shorts and had barbecues, and you missed that.

It wasn't even snowing. What was the point in having Christmas in Winter and not having snow?

You slipped further into wallowing, imagining your family's faces around the table without you, and Luke's arms wrapped around Calum and Michael instead of you.

"Y/N?"

You almost groaned. A fan was the last thing you needed. But that wasn't a fan's voice.

"Luke?"

And you were wrapped in the very arms you had been dreaming about, kissing the boy you missed so much, unable to comprehend how he was with you or even care, because you were together and that's what mattered.

It was only when you pulled away that the questions started.

"What- how- when-"

"I was in Sweden," he laughed. "I was getting ready to fly back home, but then I got your voicemail and I couldn't stop thinking... my family's always there. I could go and visit them anytime. But you're like me, you travel and I can't just see you whenever I want. So I flew here instead."

"How did you get past the drone?"

"There's more than one airport in London, babe," he smiled, pecking your lips. "And here I am."

"Here you are."

"So how do you want to spend your Christmas?"

You paused, then laughed as the memory of the dance circle in the airport resurfaced. "All I want for Christmas is you."