Fandom Imagines| Book 1

Luke Hemmings #1

Luke peered out through the buses tinted black windows. He smiled as fans waved posters and screamed the bands name. Carefully, he slid open the window without a sound, hoping the other members wouldn't walk in and scold him. Luke hadn't been able to meet that fans today, and he seriously regretted it. The fans had done so much, the least they could get was some appreciation by the one and only Luke Hemmings. The fans attention caught on the slowly moving window, and they responded with screams of excitement, slightly jostling the bus. "Luke!" They screeched as his head popped out.

He smiled, waving, running a hand through his signature blond quiff. His baby blues studied the crowd excitedly as he took in the crowd of girls (with sprinkles of boys) lining up down the block. Luke waved at the farther ones, and a roar of cries rose from the back. Luke grinned. He resisted the urge to bellow a greeting, but, by the sudden burst of energy from the fans, he guessed the boys knew he was talking to them. "How'r you guys doing?" He called, his aussi accent thick in his words. The crowd screamed again, the usual greeting.

Fans swarmed the bus, hands trying desperately to touch Luke, grasping his lanky arms. Some fans shoved phones to Luke, which he took graciously, snapping pictures of himself with the crowd, before handing them back to the pleasured fans. The large group continued to chat his name in rhythm. "Luke, Luke, Luke!" One girl shoved her way to the front, flaming red hair tied tight in a ponytail. "Luke, can you sign my phone?" She pleaded over the crowd. Luke nodded, reaching down to grasp the device. He lifted it into the bus, rooting around for a sharpie, before quickly signing off his name.

He handed back the mobil device to the girl, who screamed in delight to see his name scrawled on the case. Luke turned to another fan, who was begging for a photo, not catching the flash of disappointment on the girl with the flaming red hair's face as she realized there was no number. Dammit. She should have known this wouldn't be like the fanfics she read. By just spotting her, Luke wasn't going to fall instantly in love, give her his number, and a beautiful relationship would grow from there. But she held her phone close. Luke had touched her phone, and at least she had that.

Luke jerked back slightly as the bus began to roll, honking to move startled fans from the road. Luke handed back the last phone, waving at the fans, who let out sharp screeches of protest. "Luke, sign my shirt! Don't go!" He regretfully smiled at the fans, before retreating back into the bus. The girl with flaming red hair let out a yelp as the bus she was leaning on began to roll. She jogged along side the bus, along with the other fans, trying to catch one last glimpse of the guitarist.

The bus slowly picked up speed, its wheels rolling faster and faster. The girl with red hair broke into a sprint, beads of sweat slowly dripping down her neck as she ran. She held her phone tight, clenching her whole body as she ran so she wasn't jostled by the crowd. She waved her phone furiously, hoping she would somehow catch Luke's attention. Her sneakers pounded the icy cement underfoot, and she hoped she wouldn't slip and be stampeded to death. "Luke!" She screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the other calls of the crowd.

All the words blurred together as the bus turned a corner, easily sliding through the chilled afternoon air. The girl with red hair stopped giving chase, bending over to catch her breath. She puffed, watching a stream of girls run after the bus, but they were to far behind to catch up. The girl stood, tucking her phone in her jacket pocket. She had hoped to come here, in hopes of leaving with Luke Hemmings as her boyfriend, but clearly that was too far of a stretch. "Fuck." She growled as she turned, walking back to her car parked a ways away.

She stuffed her gloved hands in her pocket, eyes averted to the ground as she thought of blonde haired Luke. She toyed with the cell phone in her pocket, letting small clouds of breath form at her lips. Her snow covered lashes danced on her rosy cheeks as she walked, soft squelches coming from her snow boots as she stepped across the heavily packed snow, thousands of footprints soon to be lost under the new flakes. Just like her, soon to be lost with a new wave of thousands and thousands of fans, more and more countries in less and less days.

Luke couldn't help but think of the girl with fiery red hair. "What'cha up to dude?" Asked Calum, who was furiously pressing his calloused thumbs against his play station controller. Luke looked up from his lap, where his phone rested. "Um, nothing. Just thinking about the fans." It was partially true, and he hoped Calum believed it. He didn't want to explain the fan with fiery red hair to Calum. He felt as if she was his secret, tucked away to the back of his memory forever, where he would eventually forget her, like most fans he met.

He regretted that thinking, but it was true. He would have many more meet and greets, where he would meet many more fans, and forget the ones of the past. Perhaps something new and memorable would arise, out shining the last memorable act of a fan. Luke rolled out his neck, leaning into the back of the plush leather couch. It was a sad cycle, one Luke went through everyday without fail. But he found himself not wanted to forget the fiery haired girl, her pleading blue eyes as he reached for her phone. Luke snuffled, shaking his head. It was better to forget when he would never see her again.

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