Mrs All American - luke

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L U K E

I've been in Australia for three days now. The boys are arriving today and that makes me happy. It's been quite boring without them here and seeing as I don't really talk to anyone from here, I've been sitting at home for the past the past three days. I lost contact with a lot of people after moving away.

My mum's been running around all over the place, freaking out about Christmas presents and dinner. I don't know why when Christmas is four days away.

So I guess we're having a Christmas party and our relatives are coming. The idea sounds nice, but I'd rather just sit on the couch with my mum and watch movies with her. You know when you have people over at your house and you kind of want them to leave? I'm like that. But it's family, so of course I'd never say that out loud.

The boys won't be arriving until later and I'm currently in bed with Molly. I've been laying here all morning and it's now one. I should probably get up and go out. I should probably start buying presents for my mum and the boys. So I leave the bed and take a shower.

"Mum, I'm going out," I say as I make my way to the front door. She says goodbye even though she's on the phone and I head to her car.

Driving in Australia for the first time in years feels fucking weird. I've grown used to driving in the U.S. and its crazy ass traffic, but here it feels normal, calm even.

When I arrive to the shops, I really hope no one bothers me. I mean, it may sound rude, but I just want to be able to walk around and be alone. I'd keep my sunglasses on, but that's a douchebag thing.

"Fuck," I groan as I walk around and hear shrieks from behind me. I keep walking, no one is shouting my name. I go into a shop that I know all the boys like and just pick out random things that I know they'll like.

I've managed to keep myself occupied the past few days and things have been good... I think. I haven't thought about her for these past few days, but when I see a striped sweater, my thoughts instantly become about Sam. And I can't help but think of how goddamn pretty she'd look in that stupid striped sweater. And how she'd probably walk around wearing it without any pants on.

A random girl is walking over to me and before she can say anything, I ask her, "What do you think of that striped sweater?"

She gives me a skeptical look and then looks over to the sweater. "It's really cute, why?"

"I'm just trying to figure out what I should get my mum," I lie and she nods.

"Get it for her," she smiles.

I nod and then she asks for a picture. We quickly take a picture and she hugs me goodbye.

In the end, I end up buying Sam that stupid striped sweater I know she will look so goddamn pretty in.

***

"Luke! You fucking asshole!" Is the first thing I hear when I get back home. That's lovely.

I walk into the living room, where I find Michael, Calum, and Ashton all sitting. They don't look very happy with me.

"I got Christmas presents!" I say and hold up the bags, giving them a hopeful smile. They just glare at me. "Good to see you guys, too, Jesus."

"What's wrong with you?!" Calum shouts at me and I roll my eyes. "You left without telling us!"

"We were worried fucking sick! Why did you leave like that?!" Michael asks as I set the bags down and go to sit with them.

"I had a shitty night," I sigh and lean my elbows against my knees.

"So shitty that you came all the way home without letting us know first?!" Ashton snaps at me and I cover my face with my hands.

"Lay off him, Ash," Calum says. "It was obviously bad if he did this."

Michael asks, "What happened?"

I don't wanna talk about what happened. It makes me angry all over again and it hurts to think about it. Because every time I do, I think of Sam leaving with Dylan. I don't know if hurts more or if just makes me angry. "Long story short, I punched Dylan in the face. Sam wasn't happy about it so she left with him after I asked her not to. So I went home and packed and then got on a plane."

"Why the hell would you punch Dylan in the face?!" Ashton shouts. "That kid's been nothing but nice to us, Luke!"

"Dude, chill, let him go on," Michael says.

"Why'd you do that?" Calum asks me and nudges my side.

"I saw him kiss Sam's cheek and he called her Sammy and I don't know, it just made me so-"

"Oh my God, you are such an idiot," Michael groans next to me, pressing his palm to his forehead.

"That's a pretty stupid reason, Luke," says Calum.

"Shut up! You're my best friends! You dicks are supposed to be on my side!" I shout and look up at all of them.

"You know we always are, but you fucked up this time. You can't seriously expect us to take your side when you punched someone in the face for absolutely no reason," Ashton scolds me and gives me a cold look.

"Listen, dude, whatever happened back there, you gotta own up to it," Calum tells me. "Dylan didn't do anything wrong. He's Sam's friend and she obviously cares about him, so the best thing to do is apologize."

"But I don't-"

"Luke, come on," Michael says in a harsh tone. "This is on you, you have to make it right."

"You know what, fuck you, guys," I say and get up. "I'm done talking about this."

They're all calling my name and telling me to sit down, but I ignore them. I head to my room and slam the door shut.

a/n: I know lukes being a stubborn ass but just wait until he sees sam hahahaha so sorry this was so short and boring askdjfaksdjf i'm kinda getting frustrated with this sory but ya ok bye

and iM RUNNING OUT OF PREWRITTEN CHAPTERS *cRIES*