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Illusions - Calum Hood

When you have that burst of inspiration … and end up with this … a diffrent approcah

 

SET IN THE FUTURE

 

Y/N loved 5 seconds of summer. As far back as she could remember (which wasn’t particularly far, as she was only 16) 5 Seconds of Summer had always been her favourite Band. She had grown up surrounded by it – she had so many video tapes, and all her friends loved them too. She had Posters and magazines, and when she was younger she would often play fantasy games on the playground, where they’d take turns being on stage with them at a concert. These days, she had drifted away from those friends – while she clung loyally to the band, they seemed to gather different interests. She didn’t particularly realise it (though the thought plagued her from time to time) but something was different between her and the others at school. Not in the sense that she was special and deserved more tentative treatment, she just found it difficult to relate to people. She was often nervous when trying to strike up a conversation. She was immeasurably uncomfortable around new people, but if she was able to f, or other similar “fan”-generated franchises such asOne Direction or The Artic Monkeys as a source for discussion, then she would develop a close bond with this person. She didn’t really want to be friends with everyone anyway – she wouldn’t admit it, but people absolutely terrified her as much as the bands reckless behaviour, especially large groups that she had to address directly. Any large amount of attention made of her was overwhelming. She was perfectly content with the odd couple of friends to speculate fan theories with.

After school, she’d rush home, eat her dinner, and spend the rest of the evening up in his room, watching and re-watching the videos and making up little adventures and imagine going on dates with one of the boys. One of the Ashton dolls had been on so many of these dates that she’d lost one of his arms – but that didn’t worry Y/N; the Ashton had had an accident while saving Luke from the hoards of fans, or telling Mikey off when she was always playing on video games. It wasn’t entirely out of the question – after all, you can’t be in a band and not have wrestling fights with Calum– and as always, the Ashton had been terribly brave about it. As long as the Ashton wasn’t scared, then he had nothing to worry about. In fact, she carried the doll everywhere with her in his pocket. In many ways, it had become a charm to ward off bullies, as it were. If Y/N ever felt intimidated and was unable to vacate or control the situation, she would clutch the figure in her pocket, knowing it would protect her and act as a deterrent to those quickly rising thoughts of panic.

However, one bullies she found particularly scary was Eric. Sure, Eric was a coward, but Eric was human. She often wondered why and how people became so harsh. What was under those masks? Did they even have emotions? She’d never seen a bully smile at people before, and that’s exactly what she found so frightening about them; the tantalising thought of what could be under there, something so close yet seemed so distantly removed. If the bullies were human, how human were they now? They didn’t display emotion, well not to her, so what else had been removed? Were their brains and hearts gone? If their faces were gone, then how could they see, hear, smell and talk? Were they robots? Bitches? Idiots? Why were they so inhumane?

Yet little did she know, her questions would soon be answered.

*

Ugh, it was such a stupid decision. Why had she chosen to re-watch the show in London? Yes it was a fantastic concert with a great puns and idiotic moments that made her laugh so much she almost pissed herself, but the ending was unbearably sad. Y/N didn’t really care what other people said; Calum was always seen as cast off within the band. She always cried at the end of video, and she could feel herself already welling up. She was at the point where a fan shouted out such harsh things to calum that he started to cry – to the point where he stopped playing and just stood there emotionless. She paused the video and awaited the insults, wiping away at her tears. The door opened and, lo and behold, two boys entered his bedroom. Luke and Ashton. Y/N was not surprised at this. She had anticipated their arrival, as it had become a regular occurrence, but still she instinctively – perhaps absentmindedly – moved her hand to her pocket, tracing the outline of the Ashton’s figure.