Imagine being a pretty famous musician, which means you have a lot of fans. Just like the boys of 5 Seconds Of Summer. They are hyped to be on one of your concerts and meeting you afterwards. A big dream comes true for them.
Your eyes widened at the suggestion, hoping you would have been a Rachel.
Michael began to chuckle at the comparison.
“I wouldn’t get too cocky, Cliffo, because you’re Chandler,” Ashton added.
The cheeky grin turned into a frown as it sunk into Michael’s head who he had been compared to, causing the gang to erupt with laughter.
“But I think Chandler is so underrated,” you stated in defence of your favourite character.
The conversation died down for a little while as you all became engrossed with the current storyline.
“They had a great idea, though, with the back up thing,” Luke pointed out. “It guarantees you won’t live a life of loneliness… and it means you’ll be with someone you trust and know.”
“You’re my back up, Luke,” Calum smiled as he pulled the lanky Australian close in a mocking cuddle.
“Well, Ashton is mine,” you interrupted.
The eldest placed a hand on his chest close to his heart.
“Aww, Y/N. thank you! I accept.”
“What? That’s not fair!” Michael whined. “I wanted to be Y/N’s back up.”
Everyone turned to Michael following is comment. He turned rather quiet once he realised what he had actually said out loud.
“Sorry, Mikey, she picked me,” Ashton teased as he wrapped an arm around you.
“Does somebody have a crush?” Calum asked in a menacing tone.
A pink blush spread across Michael’s face as he clutched onto the cushion he was hugging.
“I just wanted to have my security blanket in place,” was the excuse he came up with.
An awkward silence filled the room as the attention turned once more to the TV.
You spat out the water from your mouth into the sink and grabbed your pink fluffy towel to wipe your lips dry. You had just got changed into your PJs and was about to retire to your bunk for the night. When you opened the door, Michael was still up, sat on the couch, watching some sort of Marvel movie. He always was a night owl, undoubtably due to insomnia.
“Hey Mike,” you smiled as you decided to join him, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around your barley clothed frame of just shorts and a tee.
He smiled as you sat beside him, but no words left his mouth. You could still sense the awkwardness.
“You know,” you began to break the silence. “There’s a reason I didn’t want you as a back up…”
Michael’s attention turned from the movie and to your face out of curiosity, unsure of what to expect your reasoning to be.
“Because,” you inhaled, preparing yourself for what you were about to say.
“I was hoping…maybe one day…we could have had a possibility of…something before the need of calling in back ups…”
Michael turned fully to face you, slightly in awe of what you’d just said.
“You… mean… like..like a date? Or something?”
You nodded. It was now your turn to don a blush on your face.
“See how things go? i dunno…”
“I’d love-like that, yeah,” he smiled, slightly bewildered.
“How about we grab a bite to eat when we get back?”
Michael began to smile uncontrollably.
“That’d be perfect.”
He pulled up his blanket and gestured for you to come and join him. You slid across the couch and settled in beside him, fitting like the perfect puzzle piece. Michael placed a small but soft kiss on your hair as you cuddled together.
Apparently ArzayleaTheory went too far. She apparently said that Lindsay
and Arzaylea were no longer friends and neither took kindly to that and
called her out. To me this is great and Arzaylea way of subtly throwing
shade at all the accounts calling her and Luke Pr. I said it before and
I’ll say it again with Mikey it is different but with Luke fans need to
be more respectful of his relationship. Yes one relationship is pr but
doesnt mean both relationships are. The fact this Callie girl has no
connections with 5sos and if you think she does after this roastfest
your nuts and she has no credible source and ppl believe her is
astonishing to me because ppl sit there and call me fake when I prove
myself daily. Let this be a lesson pretending Lukes relationship with
Arzaylea is pr and making up rude theories and excuses about the
relationship is wrong. You may not like or agree with Larzaylea but at
the end of the day their is a huge difference between them and Mystal.
Finally got around to writing this as well! Enjoy loves. Parts 1 and 2.
(not my gif)
Calum had been hanging onto me the last couple of days since the awkward incident that ended with me finding Nia and Calum in her dressing room getting a little too cozy. Was I complaining about the few extra minutes spent cuddling on the couch before heading out the tour bus door to set up for the venue? Was I complaining about the few extra forehead kisses that graced my skin before he left my side for an hour and a half to play his set? No, of course not.
But I am complaining about his reasoning.
I know he’s only doing it to make up for whatever happened that day in the dressing room. I may have walked in on an awkward moment, but I didn’t know anything that happened before that. It was all up in the air, for speculation.
Nia still paraded around as if she won a prize at the county fair all on her own. Her smile shined brighter, her eyes gleamed with pride, her stride was long and stretched, and her clothes, it seemed, got shorter and tighter with each show. She would often drag Calum with her to Mr.Jackson to talk about the show night before we even start packing up, in an attempt to make Mr.Jackson like him more. Or so I’m concluding.
She didn’t pay attention to any of the other boys as much as she payed attention to mine, and they all could see it, along with the flames in my eyes when she’d dare touch him or look at him a certain way. So right now, with a guitar in his arms, his knees touching mine, and me holding a pen and notepad, we begin to write a new song that would debut in two show nights. Calum preferred to be the main song writer of the group just because it was his way of releasing all bad energy and turning it into something that would be useful for the world and the people in it. Of course the other boys helped out too, but tonight was just my man and I.
“So, show me how the chords work with the lyrics again?” I asked, bringing the pen against my lips and leaning my elbows on my knee.
“It’s…taking every breathe away, with all of the mistakes I’ve made, from all the letters that I’ve saved, this is everything I didn’t say…” Each strum was a different line of lyrics which he played so beautifully. Normally fans would just think he stuck to the bass and some vocals, but Calum was more diverse than that. He knew how to play the guitar fairly well, he practiced the drums every now and then, he can play the piano beautifully but is still learning, knows how to harmonize and sing from his heart, and knew how to work some meaningful lyrics together. I admired him before thinking of the perfect lyrics to follow.
“Oh! How about…’I wish I could’ve made you stay, but I’m the only one to blame’…’I know that it’s a little too late, this is everything I didn’t say’.” I smiled triumphantly scribbling down the messy lyrics. They sounded better than I had ever expected to come up with, so I had to write fast to make sure I didn’t lose the magic. Calum smiled along with me, rubbing my knee comfortingly and began to strum the chords with the newly made lyrics to make sure they flowed, which they did.
“You’re becoming a real music genius babe, bringing you here with me was probably the best decision I ever made.” He held my hand in his looking me dead in the eyes with a certain sparkle to them. I gulped before putting on a faker no teeth smile, nodding along with him. Something about this ‘compliment’ didn’t sound as genuine as his usual compliments were, but almost as if it was rehearsed, like he knew he was going to end up saying something along those lines eventually. But I swallowed back the thought and leaned forward, setting a sweet kiss on his plump pink lips before picking up the pen and notepad to write more.
“Okay so, first verse and chorus is done, now let’s get started on the-” The door whipped open almost hitting the back wall, revealing the witch that is Nia. She wore really tight black jeans that obviously showed off her bubble butt of an ass and a cropped black and white stripped top, trying to accentuate her A cup boobs. I huffed and slammed down the notepad and pen on the table in front of us and leaned back into the couch crossing my arms.
‘This outta be good.’ I whispered to myself.
“Calum come on! Mr.Jackson needs to speak to you about exciting news!” Without even paying attention to me, she took the guitar from his arms and set it down, then grabbed his arm forcefully and yanked him off the couch.
“Wait about what? I’m busy here if you couldn’t tell.”
“I don’t want to give anything away it’s just important so c’mon!” He planted his feet on the ground, turning back to give me a sad look in his eye, as if he was telling me there was basically nothing he could do about the situation unfolding before us.
“it’s fine, just go. I’ll be here and we’ll finish the song when you get back.” He nodded his head with a half smile and Nia rushed him out of the door with that stupid big smile on her face.
I leaned forward with my head in my hands, sighing, and then running them down my face in frustration. I looked over at the lifelessly guitar and contemplated trying to learn how to use it to try and finish the song myself, seeing as I didn’t know if Calum would be coming back any time soon.
I picked it up in my hands, unsure of where to place them, but I just thought back to watching Calum play it and tried to copy his movements. I placed my fingers on the strings that I remember him laying his on, and pressed really hard to make sure they were secure. But for some reason, when I strummed, it only created a huge vibrating noise that I know wasn’t right. I quickly stopped the noise and bit my lip hoping nobody heard that awful sound. I groaned once more, still trying to press my fingers all the way down, not even noticing someone by the door watching.
“You have to cut your nails.” I jumped and nearly dropped the guitar on the ground, pieces of my hair falling in front of my face blinding some of my view. The blonde boy smiled at my state, and I sighed putting a hand to my heart.
“Oh god Luke, you gave me a fucking heart attack.” He came into the room, taking the guitar from my hands and sat next to me placing it in his own.
“And what about the nails?” I asked.
“They’re too long, you need to cut them so you can use the tips of your fingers which hold the strings down better.” I looked down and widened my fingers to look at my 4 day old acrylic set. I pouted at my pretty nails, knowing that if I did eventually want to learn how to play I’d have to take them off.
“These are acrylic, they’re fake nails, I’d have to get them removed.”
“Well that’d be a shame wouldn’t it? They’re very beautiful.” He said, admiring my silver glitter coffin shaped nails with a rhinestone placed just ahead of the cuticle. I slightly smiled, then turned to face him grabbing the notepad and pen once more.
“So, struggling with the new song huh?”
“Yeah, and you know Calum, he doesn’t want anyone writing unless he wants the help. So I’m stuck here with a half finished song, a useless guitar, and an empty room with no entertainment of any kind.” I huffed, looking down at he and I’s progress.
“Yeah, I saw her run out with him a few minutes ago. Then heard that awful strum you made, and decided I should come in here and help you.” I covered my hands with my face shielding myself from embarrassment. Welp, I guess someone did here that noise.
“Oh no, you heard that?” He nodded and smiled, removing my hands from my face. His bright blue eyes were determined to find mine, and he held my hands in his for a few seconds just looking at me. I felt a spring in my stomach that told me to pull away, so I did. I pulled my hands back and cleared my throat while flattening my top to make it look like I pulled away to fix my clothes, and not because I was feeling uncomfortable with how close we are.
“Luke I don’t think it’s smart of you to help me, this is Calum and I’d project and knowing him he’d have a fit if someone else wrote on it.”
“Oh come on, Calum’s my best friend. He’ll understand that it’s my way of helping out and being a real part in the music making process. Plus, I do have to know the song to perform it soon am I right?”
“Fair enough Hemmings.” I bit my lip smiling, then shrugged his shoulder with my elbow. “You’re strings and I’m lyrics. Let’s get started.”
45 minutes later…
Luke and I sat on opposite sides of the couch, our legs entangled, slight giggles in the air as we looked back on events that have happened throughout these last few weeks of touring. The song was finally finished and sounded pretty amazing and still held it’s intended message that Calum wanted it to have, so we had some time to kill. Calum still wasn’t back yet from whatever Nia pulled him to.
“Oh my god and remember last week when you fell on stage and got tangled in the guitar cords!” I laughed loudly to him.
“Hey! That wasn’t my fault, I got distracted by a very pretty girl and just lost all sense of control.”
“Ooooo so this is a fan?” I asked eyeing him with a smirk.
“You’ll find out soon, don’t be so pushy.” He crinkled up some of the yellow lined paper and threw it at my face catching me off guard. I opened my mouth wide and gasped, getting up from the couch.
“Oh no, now you’re gonna get it Luke.”
“Whatcha gonna do about it loser?” I looked around to find a weapon of choice, and with a devilish look in my eye, I grabbed the small grey pillow from the couch and began smacking him with it. His high pitched laugh rang through the walls, causing me to laugh uncontrollably. His hands tried to cover his face but they were not match for my forceful smacks. In between the time I started hitting Luke and now, Calum stood by the door of the room, resting on his right side just staring at the scene in front of him. I looked up briefly to wipe hair out of my face and caught his eye. The laughter quickly died, his stare becoming intense and he gripped onto his biceps harder with crossed arms.
“Hey babe, we were just messing around for a little while waiting for you.”
“I see you finished the song.” He nodded toward the full page notepad paper with black inked lyrics on it, and I mentally face palmed myself. I knew finishing the song was a bad idea and I knew it would upset him to finish a song so near and dear to his heart, especially since I finished it with his best friend.
“Yeah, Luke helped. It came out really good I promise, do you want to hear it?”
“Just save it, I’ll look at it later on tonight. I’m going to get ready for our set, which is something you should be doing too.” His chin jutted out at Luke, who was now standing beside me and he nodded at Calum. He scuffed before exiting the doorway, and I let out a long awaited breathe. Luke’s arm snaked around my neck and brought me into a warming hug, setting his chin on top of my head.
“Ugh, I knew he was going to be mad. I should’ve just let it be.”
“No, it needed to be finished by tonight so we could play it tomorrow. And if Calum had come any later there would’ve been no time so you did a good thing he just doesn’t see it right now because he’s mad that it’s not fully his work.” I looked up at Luke to find those same bright blues staring down at me. I only shrugged my shoulders.
“I guess so…”
“And hey, it was fun just the two of us hanging out again. I haven’t really spent any time with you since Calum decided he needed to be attached to you every second of every day.” I laughed slightly and hit his chest.
“Shut up Luke, you’re my best friend there’s always gonna be time for you.” His lips immediately formed a straight line and a sharp breathe came out of his nose.
“Yeah, best friends…” My eyebrows furrowed at his response to me calling him my best friend, which was weird because…that’s what he was. Part of the reason I’m here is because Luke doesn’t trust any other female to keep him in line besides his mom, so having me here helps him forget sometimes that he’s away from home and keeps him from feeling homesick. I’ve always called him my best friend, I’ve always called him my brother, but he never responded this way where it seems as if he’s unhappy we’re in that type of relationship.
“I’m going to set also, see you on the sidelines dork.” He fluffed the top of my head messing up my hair before dashing out of the room, leaving me with my mouth open and a chuckle to follow. That boy is something else I tell ya.
Nia pulled me into a room with a big circle table and a bunch of people a part of their management team surrounding it, including Mr.Jackson. They all smiled as they saw me, and Nia practically plopped my down next to her in a chair, pretty harshly I might add.
“Calum, we’ve brought you here to discuss some possible new opportunities for you after this tour.” Mr.Jackson asked.
“Uh-uh, like what sir?”
“Well, seeing as you’re very talented on multiple instruments and can hold a tune very nicely, we were wondering if you’d like to record a song with Hey Violet!” Nia was holding my hand still at this point with a huge smile on her face, and it started to creep me out so I drew my hand away. With a confused look, I asked, “That sounds incredible Mr.Jackson, but what about the rest of my bandmates? We’re kind of a package deal if you couldn’t tell.”
“See, that’s where this whole discussion is going. That wouldn’t get to be a part of it unfortunately, it’d just be you Calum. You and Hey Violet.”
“But why? What’s the point of only having one member of a band sing, with ANOTHER band, it just doesn’t make sense to me.”
I saw Nia give Mr.Jackson a deadly stare from across the table from the corner of my eye, and he shook underneath her gaze. His hands clasped together and he drew out a shakey breathe before looking up at me again.
“We, uh…we just believe that you have the talent to be the solo sound of this next single. Not that the other boys don’t, it’s just that they wouldn’t have the correct sound that you have for this song.”
“Well I won’t do it if they’re not a part of it. They’re not just my bandmates, but my brothers. You can’t just rip us apart and expect one to backstab the others. We’re in this together, so no, I don’t accept your offer.” I stood up to leave this ridiculous conversation, but I felt Nia pull me back down with his hand gently this time.
“Calum, Calum please, just hear them out…” I huffed and rolled my eyes, sitting back down again to face these outrageous people.
“Just think about it okay,’ he passed me the contract that would sign my vocals and instrumentation over to them for this single only, and I eyed it suspiciously, ‘you don’t have to make a decision until the week before the tour ends. So, take your time with it, I know this is a big thing to think over.”
“Can I tell my bandmates, or my girlfriend?”
“We all think that this should stay between just us in this room for now. It’ll be very new to them so I don’t want them along with Y/N to freak out about it.” I shook my head, and just uttered a quiet okay, before they all went on to discuss more in depth of what this offer entails.
The whole time I kept my head down, my mind racing with the millions of downsides that go along with this offer. I’d lose my best friends and the band we’ve created together, I’d lose my girlfriend and her support, I’d lose the opportunity to experience any of it with them. There was so much to go over, and so much to think about before I made a final decision.
Hope you all enjoyed! The next chapter will leave y’all hanging on for dear life I promise. So many twists and turns to come! :)
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