those boys - luke hemmings fanfiction

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"Get up you fuckers,"

I groan and slowly open my eyes to see Michael standing on Luke's bed over us. I roll over to see Luke still asleep, lost in a mess of white sheets and his long blonde hair.

"Paris today." Michael states, before blowing a kiss at us and stalking out the door.

I roll over and throw myself on top of Luke, sprawling across him.

"Babe." Luke says without opening his eyes.

"Yes?"

"Fuck off."

I laugh and peck his cheek, before rolling out of bed and getting dressed.

"Cal what time do we leave?" I ask him from the doorway as he walks past, carrying his suitcase.

"15 minutes,"

"Shit me!" I run back into the bedroom and start throwing all of mine and Luke's stuff into either suitcase.

"Babe calm down," Luke laughs and sits down next to me so I smack the back of his head.

"Do you want to miss this flight?!"

"We have a tour bus Lils." He smugly corrects me.

We somehow manage to pack in time, so we sprint downstairs, jumping over Ashton who is lying on the stairs complaining about a headache.

"Lils where are my boots?" Michael shouts.

"Under the table!" I yell back as I clean the kitchen quickly. As Luke and Calum walk in I throw them an apple each, and before I know it we are all piled in the tour bus.

I glance out the window to see Calum and Ashton saying goodbye to Issy and Eve. Calum is holding Issy around her waist and her legs are wrapped round him as they both nuzzle into eachothers neck. Eve and Ashton are sharing a passionate kids. Together it is a very sad scene.

Eventually they enter the bus and we pull out of the driveway.

"This is amazing!" I state in awe as I walk around the huge bus. It's very modern and new, as well as spacious.

"The bunks are here." Luke holds my hand as he pulls me through a door.

"Ashton and Michael are here." He points to two top bunks, then continue walking to another set of four beds.

"Cal is at the top here, you can go bottom or top here I don't mind."

"Bottom is cool." I smile at him, knowing he prefers top. He grins and puts his suitcase on his bed as I slide into the bunk underneath him.

"Lils come play XBox!" Michael shouts from the back of the bus and I follow his voice into a back room with a game console, tv and a few sofas.

"This is like a fricken house!" I laugh as I slouch onto the sofa next to him.

"It's pretty cool." He agrees, eyes glue to the screen which has some aliens on or something. I pick up a remote and do my best to join in

"You're so crap." I spin a round to see Ashton leaning in the doorway.

"Shut up lover boy," I grin and he shoots me a glare.

"Aww Ashy's whipped," Michael laughs, finally drawing his attention from the game.

"Who's whipped?" Luke enters the room.

"Ashton."

"I'm not fucking whipped!" He protests. At that moment his phone beeps.

"Eve?" Michael smirks at him.

Ashton pulls out his phone and a blush creeps on his face as he reads it, before shoving his phone back in his pocket.

"Whipped." Michael states.

"At least I don't have a playlist for her!" Ashton retaliates, making Michael burst into laughter.

"Playlist?" I question confused, and Michael points to a flushed Luke. "You have a playlist for me?" I ask in surprise.

"It was only because I didn't think I would see you for ages and the songs remind me of you!" Luke argues, face as red as a tomato as Ashton and Michael are still in fits of laughter.

"Let me see!" I demand happily and he stroppily pulls out his phone and I find the playlist. It has loads of songs that we share a love for, or have memories with.

"Miseltoe!" I smile, thinking back to when he made fun of me. Luke slumps down next to me and wraps his arm round me, which I immediately wiggle into. "Thanks." I smile at him, before softly kissing his nose.

"J'adore la Paris!" Michael shouts as all five of us stare out the window, admiring the city. We pull up outside a fancy hotel and we all grab our bags from the boot. A few fans are outside the hotel, most of them in One Direction tops but I see one girl in a 5SOS top.

Luke and I find our room and collapse on the bed, somehow tired from the travelling.

"Your hair looks nice today." Luke states, his voice muffled by a pillow.

"Really?" I ask, examining a strand which has gone wavy.

"Yep."

"Thanks," I laugh.

"Why are girls so insecure?" Luke asks after a moment of silence. I sit up and give him a weird look.

"What?"

"Girls. Like boys just get on with it but girls hate themselves over the smallest things and I don't understand."

I shrug, carefully thinking about his words. "Media and stuff I guess, models and all that."

"Yeah but everyone knows that shit isn't real."

"We strive for perfection I guess."

He sits up and strokes my cheek lightly. "They should know that they are perfection."

I stare at him in awe as he leans in and slowly kisses me.

"Someone will one day." He mutters against my lips.

When we break apart he jumps up and walks over to the mirror, before running a hand through his hair and adjusting his shirt.

"You ok babe?" He asks, giving me a weird look as I am staring at him.

"Mmm," I hum in reply.

"Concert tomorrow!" He grins at me.

"Exciting." I agree as there is a knock on the door. Luke jogs over to open it as a very stressed Michael walks in.

"Where is my shampoo?"

Luke and I stare at him. "What?"

"My shampoo. Luke you know the fucking one. It's from Australia and I need it."

"Mikey I'm sure they have shampoo in Paris." I reason, stifling a laugh.

"They aren't the same!" He groans, running over to our washbags in the bathroom and emptying them in the sink. Luke rolls his eyes at me as I follow him in.

I hear Michael giggle to see him throwing my tampons around the bathroom.

"Fuck you!" I laugh as I pick them up and chuck them at him.

"Michael leave." Luke orders laughing as he pulls Michael out of the hotel room and slams the door behind him.

"Swear to God that kid." He mutters as he starts to pick up the tampons.

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ikik i haven't updated in a million years sorryy and this is really boring but ho hey

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