Heartbreak Band

Chapter 1.

Emma's POV

"C'mon. I know you want to go to band practice," my annoying twin sister says as she tries to pull me out of bed.

"You cannot take the beast out of her natural habitat," I say as I cover my head with my pillow.

"Fine. I don't want to do this," she replies. I can hear the smirk in her voice as she walks to her destination and the blinds go up.

I take the pillow off my face as the sunlight streams in. "The light! It burns!" I yell as I roll over.

She chuckles. "Get your lazy ass out of bed. We're gonna be late," and with that she leaves me alone.

I roll me eyes and get out of bed. As much as I love her, I'm sick of her dragging me to band practice every Saturday. I don't care if her boyfriend is the president, you don't get me up early on a Saturday.

I stand up quickly start digging through my closet. I throw multiple things on the floor before deciding on black skinny jeans, a white crop top, and red vans. As I walk out of my room I grab my phone and close the door.

"Trying to impress anyone?" my sister, Hannah, asks as I walk into the kitchen. I look down at my outfit and shake my head. She just chuckles and hands me a granola bar. I rip it open and take a bite as she scrolls through her phone.

"Oh shit we really have to go," she mutters as she realizes what time it really is.

"Mom, Dad, we're leaving!" she yells and drags me out the door.

She pushes me into the car and jumps in, speeding down the driveway to the huge apartment building right down the street.

"So you're taking me why?" I ask as she runs 3 stop signs.

"Because Luke wanted me to bring you and the other guys really like you," she tells me reassuringly. I roll my eyes. "

"Everyone except Michael," I mumble.

"Stop thinking that!" she yells as she finally pulls up at the building.

"Why? Because it's true?" I ask as I climb out of the old jeep and slam the door.

"Because if you believe that you won't say yes when he asks you out," she whispers as she walks out.

We're silent until I break out laughing. "Whatever. Keep telling yourself he'll ask me out. I'll be at the rehearsal you dragged me to," I say and walk inside.

I begin up the stairs to the 6th floor since their shitty apartment building doesn't have an elevator.

But hey, it works as a home and rehearsal studio for a crazy band in the middle of Sydney, Australia.

I hear Hannah not far behind me but I continue to run upstairs. When I reach the 6th floor I walk down to the only apartment with rock music coming from inside. I bang on the door for what seems like hours until the music stops and they hear me. I stop knocking when I hear the door unlock and the handle turn.

And there stands the one and only Michael Clifford.

He rolls his eyes and begins to close the door but I shove past him and into the small, hot apartment. "Hey Em," Ashton says with a smile.

That's Ashton. Constantly smiling and giggling. And I must say, his dimples make me melt.

Hannah thinks he likes me but I know we're best friends and nothing will ever change that.

Believe me, Ash and I have discussed it.

Then there's Calum Hood. Sleeps with anything that has a pulse but is one of my best friends.

I give him a smile and he returns it before going back to talking with Ashton.

Standing next to Calum is Luke Hemmings. Hannah's boyfriend, taller than any human being on planet earth, and had amazing hair. That's pretty much all I can say.

And then Michael.

Michael Clifford. I swear, every time I come over his hair is a different color. He hates me with a burning passion for reasons no one knows and I have no choice but to hate him back although he's really cute. I could stare into his eyes for days and when he performs it's like he's a totally different person.

But like I said. I hate him.

After a few minutes if catching up with the guys Hannah walks in. Luke walks up to her and gives her a quick kiss.

"Alright. We're all here. Let's get started!" Ash yells. I smile as he begins to play.

I throw my brown hair, that is still curled from yesterday, up in a pony tail and begin to dance to Heartbreak Girl, a song they wrote.

Actually, they write all of their songs except for the covers they do.

I mean, they have no choice. They still haven't come up with a name for the band.

Hannah sings along and for once, everything is okay.

No one is fighting.

No one is leaving.

No one is unhappy.

It's just the 6 of us and the music.

And nothing else matters.