Masks (Luke Hemmings)

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The sun glares furiously into my eyes as I maneuveur my way through the Los Angeles traffic. Fingers tapping to an unfamiliar rhythm, the thought of the marketing decision mulls over in my mind. I had no choice in this matter, as was so bluntly stated by Mr. Drummond, yet even so, my subconscious was still turning the thought of it over and over in my mind until I was sure a mental asylum was the only way to cure this tick of sorts. I had worked so hard to arrive to where I stand today, and the one thing that got me through with minimal scandals and troubles was the fact that whatever I did, I did. I was wholly responsible for all of my actions and career choices. No one else was to blame for the stupidity of Miki Bishop, no one else was to steal the credit for the success of Miki Bishop. But with this whole "mentor" business. I would be forever associated with 5 Seconds Of Summer, or more so, Luke Hemmings. Whatver image their band had would then ensue to me, and I would be known as "that girl". The girl who wasn't really famous, just got in the business because she was supposedly fucking a member of a band. 

My thoughts are interrupted as a loud and obnoxious horn sound fills the air, followed by a series of swears I thought were only possible when emitted from a sailor's mouth. Now snapped back into reality fully, I push my sunglasses back up onto my head and slowly step out of the vehicle to see what the fuss is about. 

In front of me stands a sleek, black sedan, mere inches from my own Range Rover. Although that should have surprised me, it is nothing compared to the very angry blonde boy with piercings and a messy quiff yelling at me. 

"What the fuck, lady? Do you know how much this fucking car cost me? Hey, you! I'm talking to you!" In my surprised state, I failed to realise that Blondie had now stepped within arm's distance of me, and was in a full fledged tantrum about his precious car.

"Look, I'm sorry, ok. I didn't mean it, and-" 

"Oh, so if I gouged your eye out, and then said I didn't mean it, would it make it ok? No, it fucking wouldn't, you'd still be blind, which you obviously are already for nearly running over my fucking car." My temper skyrockets. Oh no he fucking didn't.

"Listen, you ass, there's no need to be rude about a fucking accident. I told you I'm sorry. Secondly, don't be a bigheaded jerk, the world would be thanking me if I saved them from a dickhead like you."  He stops for a minute, not expecting me to blow up like that. Fuck, even I wasn't expecting that to come out of my mouth. I begin to sense my eyes widening slowly as they catch up to what I have just said.

Sirens wail as a stocky, middle-aged policeman steps out of the car. "Does there seem to be an altercation here?" 

"Yes, officer, this man-"

"No."

We both glare at each other, my dislike for him growing by the second.

"Listen, Blondie, just let this woman over here finish her statement and you can say yours, ok?" He simply shoots daggers at the officer, but crosses his arms in a defeated manner.

"Well, it was nothing really, just a near run-in. We can sort it out, thankyou though." Again, I surprise myself at the coolness and confidence with which I say these untruthful words, yet I blame it on the adrenaline. I can feel Blondie glaring into the side of my head, obviously taken aback by my willingness to cover up his uncalled for behaviour.

"Alright then, I'll be on my way. Just a second, though," He reaches into his back pocket to pull out a paper pad and a pen. "Ms. Bishop, my daughter is a huge fan of yours. Could you make out a signature to her, please?" The weight from my chest lifts as what I thought was going to be a ticket or a fine turns out to be quite the contrary. I sign the paper, and give the pen back to him, smiling lightly. He says his goodbyes and gets on his way, leaving me and the stranger standing next to me in a suffocating, tension-filled space. 

When I turn around to face him, I'm greeted by three other faces standing next to the stranger. The one with the crazy-coloured hair has a mildly, surprised, if not impressed look on his face, whilst the other three, including Blondie, are unreadable. 

"You're Miki Bishop?" The blonde says, disgust clear in his already malice-laced voice.

"Uh, yeah." I shuffle my feet. I'm fucking screwed if he's a fan. My mind is sent reeling by all the headlines I can imagine if the situation I was assuming was, in fact, correct. 

"Oh, mate, you're fucked," The one with thick eyebrows scoffs, patting Blondie firmly on the back. 

I sit confused, waiting for their little inside joke to wrap up so I could be on my way. "Ok... I think I'm just going to leave. It was ... interesting meeting you." I mentally curse myself out for the awkward goodbye and just hurry back to my four-wheeler as fast my two legs can take me.

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Whilst in the car, my screen lights up with the notification of an incoming call from Kristy. Sighing, I reluctantly pick up the phone. I wasn't in the mood for anything work-related, especially after the little altercation I'd had that early in the morning.

"Hi, baby doll." Her high-pitched, kiddy voice fills my car, immediately ringing my ears.

"Hi, Kristy, what's up?" I say tiredly.

"Nothing, same old. Hey, so listen, we've got a meeting with those Capitol Records people to discuss your mentor thingo with them, kind of like an introductory session  of sorts." She speaks carefully, as if not to tread on any shattered glass, because she knows how I feel about that whole thing.

"Uh... Yeah, ok, where do I need to be and when?" I sigh, really not wanting to deal with the stress and emotion of going to this meeting after I had just gotten into a fight with some random on the street. 

Twenty minutes later, I'm walking out of the dressing room on the tenth floor of the Capitol Records building with newly curled hair and a killer dress. I saunter down the hallway, about to step into the room that would surely ruin my career, but I had to admit, I looked fucking hot. My mood was immediately ruined as I saw the four boyssitting in the chairs adjacent to my allocated seat. I stopped in my tracks as I recognized their faces, but there was one face that stood out to me especially.

It was Blondie.

Blondie was Luke fucking Hemmings.

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HEY GUYS I'm Anya :) So just to let you know this story has wattpad user MikiHemmings as the main character so go check her out for the visuals :')

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