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7. Time Zones and Conveyor belt Antics

Chapter 7: time zones and conveyor belt antics

Luke's pov.

I wish I hadn't dozed off in the last 10 minutes of that flight. But it was already too late. I was busy getting smacked by Mikey's stuffed lion. 'I want a plushie to keep me company...maybe a penguin, because penguins are cool' I was lost in my own fantasy as I was hunched over, my head against Ashton's shoulder, yet my eyes wide open now.

"Luke wake your primadonna lol butt up before I sit on you!" Michael was shaking my insides out. It wasn't too long after Mikey's obnoxious yelling was heard that Ashton grumbled some profanities his way. His shoulder began nudging my face so I nudged him back with my chin. 'Not the best idea'

"Get your face off of my shoulder" Ashton almost said as if he was on his man period. My face felt violated as it now stung. You know that feeling you get when your leaning your chin over the side of a bus seat wanting to toss fun at your friend for something, but then suddenly the driver hits a pothole an your head goes up then down again causing you to bite your tongue wanting to die? Yeah that's what I was going through now.

"For fuc...frick....fudging sakes!!!" I whined out after finding the right words. I bit back on my tongue to keep from crying out in a weird aching pain now left to my right side of my 'might I add gorgeous' face.

"Move your tucas luke...we need to get off before we each get 35 personal stalker a in the dark" Ashton prefusly rubbed his eyes finishing his sentence as he stood up and usher me to do so aswell.

I fell back into mikey and brushed myself off and him aswell. "Sorry baldy" I grinned and slipped my phone into my sweatshirt pocket. "Who you calling baldy angel?" He attempted to make a comeback. 'Have these guys known me long enough, hell yeah I'm a fuckin angel!'

"I am an angel Michael, and I hope you say your prayers every night before you go to bed child" I said with a straight face as well as tone, patting him on the head.

Eventually Ashton was the last to follow in tow behind us as Calum was already at baggage trying to get a free lift on the conveyor belt. His smile had already attracted a few straggling girls around like he was some beautiful magnet. It was 9 pm by now in LA though, while back at home it would already be the next day. 'Looks like you'll be up past your bedtime luke'

"Hey guys! Come on, take a seat!" Calum called as he failed miserably to stand on the slanted conveyor. Good thing he'd fall into a group of girls if gravity defied him.

I spoke too soon, there weren't enough screaming girls just yet to handle the other two idiots running to join him as they kept rolling off and all airline attendees only stared as if to say 'why do I have this job?'

"Ahaha, come on luke this is entertaining you have to adm-" and there goes Ashton falling to his a.s.s and rolling off only to crawl back into the moving strip. His laughter along with Calums were heard for miles I bet on it.

I walked over casually, and as stiff as cardboard like my mum liked to describe my demeanor as. I took a quick picture and sent it out to twitter as I sat in my luggage waiting impatiently. It was captioned:"when you see you favorite band in an airport and you just can't contain yourself...#whitegirlproblems" I laughed hysterically, cracking myself up.

They continued to roll off every 30 seconds, not seeming to be hurt or anything, happily giggling like a bunch of school girls as if this was better than Channing tatum and will smith combined.

I bit my lip in annoyance, letting the child I was get the best of me. I shuffled over and began laughing under my breath and brought my foot to the conveyor belt. But I already lost my chance.

"Hurry your butts up boys! 3's a crowd and we have more than 3 more girls coming your way!" Jeff, one of our main security shouted. I took it as a sign to get more time with free wifi and surfing the Internet.

The next 5 minutes were spent by myself, Ashton, Calum and Michael getting sniffed out by girls like bloodhounds as we ran for the hills for the safe house...or rather car.

"SANCTUARY!!!" Calum and Ashton both screamed in unison and went diving into the backseat of the black car at the same time. Michael and I in second. 'You've survived another day hemmings, you done good boy, you done good.'

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As soon as we stepped foot into the hotel we collapsed onto a sofa as well as the floor in the main lobby. On the plus side it was air condition for this humid night. I only wish Ashton had kept his shirt on. I could care less but the few girls that had somehow figured out the location did.

I was to engrossed in myself with my earbuds in again to even hear Jeff calling me out on the floor. I could have slept there for the night.

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A/N: Hey! It's Sarah, sorry I've kept the update on hold. Here's a New Year's Day gift for you all.

~chapter written by 1DWhovian1998~