#Ashton is supposed to be coming out of a Polaroid photo

[gay-space-creature]

Woah there, buddy!

Take a picture. It'll last longer.

[calsgirll]

Paris - Ashton Irwin

Ashton Irwin X Reader

word count: 1711

authors note: this is based around the song Paris by the chainsmokers! I heard the song for this first time in a while and this immediately hit me so here it is!❤️

  We were staying in Paris To get away from your parents

It had been a rough year for you and Ashton, with him on tour and you still living at home with your parents. You felt like he’d had no time for you since he started touring with the guys. Due to your past relationships your brain didn’t settle thinking of all the things he could be doing and you wouldn’t even know. One morning you woke up to the sound of your phone going crazy with text messages from the whole band telling you to open your front door. As you padded downstairs at 3am you tried to keep it quiet knowing your parents where probably asleep, you unlatched the door and peeked out not knowing what it would be and being very wary but you looked down and all you saw was a heart shaped foil balloon with a note and rose attached. You picked it up reading the note which said

‘pack your bags and be ready for 6 am. We’re going somewhere special’- Ash

you smiled rubbing your thumb over the small sticker of the Eiffel tower in the corner of the note.

And I thought, "Wow If I could take this in a shot right now I don't think that we could work this out"

“fuck you ash” you scream at him throwing a mug at the wall in anger “are you serious right now y/n, you really believe a few shitty rumours you saw on twitter?” Ashton asks trying to keep calm while you stand in front of him with puffy eyes and damp cheeks “the paparazzi has photos of you leaving a club with her what am I supposed to think” you say trying to collect yourself “do you trust me at all? Because I’m starting to get the hint that you don’t. you knew what you were getting into when we started dating” he snaps back at you now visibly angry at the fact you’re questioning his fidelity. You grab his hand as he tries to walk out “Ash im sorry, it just gets a lot knowing your out there being an amazing drummer with millions of girls throwing themselves at you” you squeak trying to hold in the tears that are threatening to fall any second, he looks at you with a sympathetic smile and sighs “I know its hard not being together all the time but please stay strong because you know I love you” he pulls you into his large frame.

It felt like that was yesterday, the first real fight you’d both had with each other. It was almost as if it was like a polaroid that was constantly hung up in your head. You where so grateful for him and the fact he stayed with you and allowed you both to get to this point.

Out on the terrace I don't know if it's fair but I thought "How Could I let you fall by yourself While I'm wasted with someone else"

Ashton glanced around at the Paris skyline as you both sat on the balcony. The glimmering Eiffel tower caught his eye, a thought popped into his head as he stifled a giggle you looked at him confused as to what he was so amused about “are you a tower? because Eiffel for you” he says with a smug smirk on his face like he’d came up with the line. You smile at him knowing how much of a idiot he was, you were both glad you had this time together, it felt like you were in a relationship with a ghost as he was almost never home and you were waiting around for someone who was out there with a load of other people probably not even having a second thought about you but he was extremely quick to reassure you that wasn’t the case and if it was as much as it would hurt you both he would break it off knowing that it wouldn’t be fair to you.

If we go down then we go down together They'll say you could do anything They'll say that I was clever

You sipped your latte as you sat on a small metal table in front of a small café. Ashton’s scrolling through his phone while you admire the city around you “what are we gonna do today?” you ask Ash like he’s your personal tour guide since he’s been here before. “whatever you want to do, anything you can think of we’ll do it” he says looking up from his phone and squinting when the harsh sunlight hits his hazel eyes. His eyes where like honey in the sun, he always claimed he hated the colour of his eyes whereas you believed they were the most amazing things you’d ever seen “you know I’m bad at making decisions Irwin” you smirk at him “we could go to the Louvre?” he looks up at you once again, you hum in response as you take another sip of your latte “even though they don’t have the best masterpiece, you” he snickered you kicked his shin under the table “youre so lame you know” you state he nods his head gazing back down at his phone.

You look so proud Standing there with a frown and a cigarette Posting pictures of yourself on the internet

You snapped a shot of Ashton next to the Eiffel tower he looked amazing as always he stays stood in the same spot for a while just staring at you, cigarette between your fingers fumbling with your phone he presumed you were adding filters etc. to the picture you just took he strolled over to you resting his chin on your shoulder watching your phone as you tap away at different things trying to make the picture match the theme of your Instagram. As you add the finishing touches to the photo you switch to Instagram before stamping out your cigarette and post it with a rose emoji as the caption and tagging him in it. He turns his head placing a kiss on your cheek “I love you so much” he states, you turn around facing him putting your hand inside his leather jacket wrapping them tightly around his waist “I love you too Ash, thank you” you say breathing in his citrusy cologne “thank you for what?” he asks with a confused look on his face “just being you and sticking with me through all my crazy meltdowns, there’s no one else id rather be with here than you” you say, you feel him kiss the top of your head as he holds you even tighter.

Out on the terrace We breathe in the air of this small town On our own cuttin' class for the thrill of it

Getting drunk on the past we were livin' in

You and Ashton found yourselves back out on the balcony in only your robes in a comfortable silence, tipsy and tired. Your mind began to wonder to where it all started.

“no you didn’t even get close to the bullseye, take a shot” you laugh as you watch him swallow down another shot after missing a dart yet again “I’m starting to think you’re cheating” he mutters “how can you even cheat in darts? You’re just a sore loser who’s to drunk to know I’m the best darts player ever” you giggle slightly slurring your words. It was nearly 2 am and all your friends had left after a drunken night of embarrassing ourselves which left you in a bar on your own with the one and only Ashton Irwin who you recognised from that one underwear song a few years back. He was quick to correct you that it was called she looks so perfect and was also quick to tell you he had changed a lot since then. You both started talking also noticing how his friends also left one bye one “and then there where two” he giggles “I guess so what are the plans then” you ask him sipping the tiny straws that are floating in your mojito glass “back to my hotel to watch some shitty lifetime movie?” he ask studying your face to see your reaction by the way it lit up he knew that you were in “watching shitty lifetime movies is actually my favourite past time” you say grabbing your bag and drinking the last of your cocktail.

You thought it was strange how that one night you spent with him ended up becoming such an amazing relationship. Youre glad it happened so naturally because online dating wasn’t your thing it felt kinda forced. The story was definitely one to tell the grandchildren you though smiling looking down at the empty beer bottle in your hand.

We'll get away with everything Let's show them we are better

It was your last night in Paris and you and Ashton decided to go on a walk around the beautiful city, it was almost 9pm and the sky was sparkling almost as much as the Eiffel tower in front of you “shall we go up?” Ashton asks quietly “Ash you know I’m afraid of heights” you whined wondering why your boyfriend would ask such a dumb question after knowing you for so long “come on please it’ll be worth it I promise” he pleads and after around 10 minutes of bargaining you find yourself half way up the tower waiting to get to the top. Your tight grip on Ashtons hand not releasing in fear you may just drop and fall without his strong arm holding you. You make it to the top and see the twinkling city which makes you forget how high up you are because of its beauty. You speed walk to railing wanting to get a closer look not noticing Ashton wasn’t by your side anymore “Ash have you seen how beautiful this is?” you ask expecting him to come to your side but he didn’t “ashton?” you say turning around to find him down on one knee with the biggest smile on his face ever. Your hands instantly fly to cover your mouth which was agape in shock. “y/n will you marry me?”

[mellifluoushood]

401 - A Calum Hood Imagine

Word Count: 3,000

Trigger Warnings: none

A/N: So, I wrote this in 2015 before I deleted my original blog @fightingirwin/@punkfletch and I found it yesterday and ended up loving it so much I wanted to post it! I’m going to write a part two now because I LOVE wedding!Calum and wedding!5sos. Enjoy this teeth rotting, soul stopping, heart wrenching fluff that’ll make you all soft and gooey. - B x

P/A/N: Listen to “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Kina Grannis from the Crazy Rich Asians soundtrack if you wanna be real messed up.

She was asleep. Fast asleep with drool dripping from her lip, her hair tangled around her face, and heavy breaths. Her face was relaxed, no worry marks around her eyebrows or tight smiles that stretched her cheeks. Though her blemishes and rosy cheeks were something she despised, she wore them to sleep with pride, happy to just curl up and forget about the day that made her breakout from stress and almost yell from irritation.

All of it was her. Every little bit. His eyes followed the soft slope of her jaw, across the love marks scattered across the soft skin of her neck, her bare collarbones, to where the silky white sheets covered the rest of her body, the one she shared with only him. The one where she would unclench her thighs so Calum could see the stretch marks on her skin and the one where she would often cover with her arms because she thought she was too heavy but would uncover herself for Calum. Because she trusted him.

She trusted him with everything she had. All of her secrets, her flaws, her dreams, her fears. Everything that was her… she trusted him with. She trusted him with the late night talks and the early morning drool, she trusted him with her stretch marks and her aspirations of her career, and she trusted him with the whimpers of fear when she was unsure.

It was so mind-blowing to Calum, that something as elegant and unique and special as she was, would ever trust him. She was something the world needed to worship and praise, but yet she lived quietly with him, trusting him. It was simple, really, how much she loved him. And how much he loved her.

He trusted her with his life… his existence… his everything. She knew him up and down, in and out, side to side, hair to toes, hand to hand, and everything in between. She knew what made him tick and what made him melt. She knew what he hated and what he craved. She knew his little quirks and absent doings and she knew his colour-coded speech. She knew what to do to calm him down after a hard day in the spotlight, working behind the scenes to make sure he didn’t go insane. She knew how to love him and talk to him, cooing at him and kissing his neck when she knew he needed it.

They were well-oiled machines that were filled with love and trust. They worked together in a way that not even an old couple could. They knew where to step to avoid the other while working in the kitchen together and they knew what place to avoid because the other would need it in a moment.

The love didn’t just keep it going, it was the friendship. It was the thrown popcorn at midnight and the ridiculous hours of eating Chinese food when one couldn’t sleep. It was the countless hours fighting over the other’s safety, just to realise they fought because they wanted the best for the other person. It was taking the driving shift when one was dozing off on their infamous road trips. It was Calum killing the bugs for her. And it was her sewing up the holes in his clothes. The friendship held inside jokes and a secret handshake they made up long ago while drunk off red wine and listening to the Foo Fighters. The friendship was covering for the other when someone needed a sick day off work. The friendship was having Jimmy John’s delivered to one of their workplaces, with no note needed, and the other’s order memorised down pat. It was the little things they shared that made all the gears fit together.

The trust was so unspoken between the two that it was the energy that kept the machine going. When one was afraid, the other empowered. When one was alone, the other comforted. When one was talkative, the other listened. It was a balance, an unspoken one that kept the machine going. The energy. There was a positive and a negative. A giver and a taker.

“I can feel you staring,” she hummed, brushing a piece of hair out of her eyesight, opening a single eye to peek at the boy.

“Did it wake you?” His voice rumbled, him scooting closer and wrapping both arms around her waist. She nuzzled her face into his chest, listening to the slow breaths and matching heartbeat.

“No… just stirred me awake slightly.”

Calum cracked a smile to himself, thinking about the engagement ring he had slipped on her finger last night without her knowing.

“Now I’m awake. I felt your heartbeat speed up. What’s up? You don’t get this excited in the mornings.” It was well known that Calum was not a morning person. He didn’t like leaving the little drool stain on her pillow and the memories of being tangled in their sheets together.

When her head poked from his chest, she used both hands to steady her on his tattooed chest. And that’s when she saw it. The huge rock sitting on her left ring finger, sparkling in the early morning sunlight. Her breath caught in her throat, immediately looking up to Calum for an explanation with eyes wide.

“Last night, we were laughing. We were laughing so hard you cried and I almost threw up. I don’t even remember what it was about, but I didn’t care because I got to hear your laugh. And I knew that was one thing that will forever remind me of you. It sounds like bells to me. Whenever I hear a loud church bell, or Christmas bells, or bells welcoming me into a store. It reminds me of you because it’s so melodic and fitting for any situation. It reminds me of warmth on cold winter days and the welcoming of me somewhere.

“Everything you do is connected to some part of my world. My bass picks remind me of the time that I taught you how to play and the look on your face when you played “Wherever You Are” for me. My shirts remind me of you because you hold me close no matter the day, no matter the time, no matter the conditions. You always keep me close, always showing me you’ll protect me when the time comes. They also remind me of the times you wear them around the house and refuse to give them back until I give you a kiss. My reflection reminds me of you. I always subconsciously flicker my eyes to see if you’re there, with me in the reflection somehow, even if we’re thousands of miles away. Because you’re the better half of me, you’re the most beautiful part of what I’ve become, and I want that to be visible to everyone… not just to me.

“I think of everything and I think of you. I think of everything you do and say and act and think. You are my world. Every little piece of the world, good or bad, has you in it somehow. And I realise how boring and barren my life would be without you. Christmas bells would just be for holiday celebrations and my shirts would simply be something I wear every day. Everything would be plain. But, you make everything more.

“You make my love more, you make my trust more, and you make me more. You’re someone who’s helped me grow and prosper but find my own path. You held my hand and helped me up when it just seemed like too far of a step up, but let me fall and make my mistakes on my own.

“You are everything. You are everything to me. And I’d be stupid as hell to let that go. And I would be selfless if I let everyone else see it. I want them to know that you’re the sun, the moon, and all the stars, without seeing all the depth and stories within you. I want to be selfish and hold you close to me for the rest of eternity. I want you to be my sun, my moon, and all of my stars, even when my soul becomes a star itself. So, what do you say? Is forever okay with you?”

All 399 polaroids are strung out on laundry lines, decorated with black sharpie scribbled in dates and fairy lights twisting upon the rope. Yards of laundry lines were decorated with a Polaroid from every day of their engagement. The day of being engaged, but not quite the last day of being engaged.

He stood outside her door, listening to her giggle with her bridesmaids. He had been pestering her for just one more polaroid, to make it all complete. But, she had her firm belief in superstitions and that he was not supposed to see her before she walked down the aisle. No matter how much he tried to lure her out, she dodged his claws like a clever mouse, giggling here and there just to let him know he wasn’t succeeding. One hand shoved in his tuxedo pants pocket, placing the other on the door frame outside of her dressing room.

“Just one photo baby, and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Just one?”

“Just one.” He confirms, her steps get closer to the door. They stop for a couple of moments and he hears the snap and process of the polaroid. He smiles to himself in victory, not before hearing another one snap right behind him. He twirls around to see another bridesmaid with a matching Polaroid camera. She just smiles to herself, takes her developing photo, and walks towards the reception area to hang it on an empty slot that was right in front of the long table. Another bridesmaid appears from behind the door and slips underneath Calum’s arm, carrying the developing photo of his soon to be wife.

“You’re good, you know that?”

He can hear the smile in her voice, “I do.”

“Hey! Don’t say that just yet!” A bridesmaid shouts at his bride-to-be and he hears another laugh through the white door.

“Forever is okay with you?”

“Forever is okay with me.”

His hands were sweaty and he felt like if he wiped them once more on his tuxedo pants that the sweat stains would be visible. His arms are locked in front of him, trying not to attract attention by shaking. Everyone watches as his best man, Ashton, walks down the aisle with her maid of honour, her best friend. Then comes Michael with his sister and Luke with her childhood friend. Michael and Luke give him reassuring pats before the music picks up the volume, everyone rising for the bride.

The temptation to let out a wail is so damn tempting, but he keeps his mouth shut. He removes one hand from his intense lock to bring up to his mouth, completely stunned and in tears of her beauty. Her hair is pulled back in an elegant up-do, her makeup done flawlessly, and dress fitting her body so perfectly. She’s an angel. 

Tears begin to drip down his cheeks, Calum not even bothering to wipe them away as they are accompanied by many more. His smile quivers and so do his hands as he gets wrapped up in her beauty. Their eyes don’t break from each other once, each having their own tears and own memories and own promises between the two.

And when she’s finally in front of him, he just mouths, “Wow.”

Her father smiles before kissing his daughter on the cheek, pushing back her veil, and shaking Calum’s hand.

“Take good care of her, alright?”

“You have my word, sir.” One of his hands claps down on Calum’s back, while the other guides his daughter’s to his. Calum’s hands lock with his brides, eyes meeting as well.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Calum and his bride turn to face the man who was marrying them, the friend who introduced the two of them.

She doesn’t even listen to the introduction or what story their friend was telling about her and Calum. She’s just telling silent stories with her eyes to him, him replying in this secret language that they’ve put together over the years. By the time the vows are in order, she grabs the handkerchief that the friend holds out to her with a giggle, while Calum fumbles with his piece of notebook paper.

He clears his throat, wiping at his eyes, “I wish to repeat everything I said to you the morning I proposed to you. But I want that to be between us, something special and something filled with love to hold onto when there’s a rough day and I’m not there to comfort you. I feel like I could say a billion other things about how you’ve changed my life. But, the one that stands out to me most is how you’ve saved my life,” he begins to choke on his words, “When times were dark and I kept bumping into the sides of the tunnel with no light by my side, you appeared like this little ball of happiness, so full of love and so bright, willing to do anything to make sure that I was okay. You guided me to the end of the dark tunnel and stayed by my side as I continued to walk on my path of life. You showed me loyalty and trustworthiness, you showed me unconditional love and selflessness, and you showed me a companion and a brighter world. You not only saved my life but made it the best it can be. Now, I promise you to be a companion, a loyal partner, and an unconditional love to show you selflessness, trustworthiness, and a brighter world with you just like you did for me. I promise to love you unconditionally in the lowest parts of your life and the highest parts of your journey. I promise to treat our children with the love you’ve shown me and I promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe. I love you and I will spend the rest of the time showing that to you. I belong to you, wholeheartedly, in life and in the afterlife.”

Taking a deep breath, Calum looks up at her with tear-filled eyes, noticing that she too is crying, a lot harder than he ever would have thought. She’s smile through her tears, her face painted with joy and love for the man in front of her. Calum takes one of her hands in his again while her maid of honour hands her vows. Clearing her throat and dabbing at her eyes with the handkerchief that the friend gave her, she looks up at Calum before looking down at her written words.

“Calum Thomas Hood. The name has a billion different meanings behind it and a billion different stories. Stories of how the first time someone said your name that I blushed, stories of how the second time we met you shamefully told me your middle name, stories of how the third time you were over at my house and begged me to make some cookies, only to steal the batter and I had to chase after you, yelling, ‘Calum Thomas!’ to get it back. For the longest time, it was stories behind your name that made me smile and blush whenever someone talked about you, but now it’s meaning. It’s the meaning of happiness, loyalty, trust, and love. I hear your name and I think of how safe and loved you make me feel, no matter the day and no matter the distance. You have put a new meaning in your own name as well as my own life. You give my life a different meaning, one that is oh so special, and one that only you can put there. I promise to give you the same meaning in your life, that you hold dear to your heart when the miles get too high, and the day gets too hard. I promise to show you a new meaning of love and happiness and loyalty as we spend the rest of our lives together. I hope that once we part, our souls find our way back to each other, because hell, forever is okay with me.”

The tears are splashing onto her cheeks, her voice cracking and shaking as she reads aloud her vows. Calum is staring at her with awe in his eyes and a look of love on his face, his eyes burning from his unspilled tears. Calum gently wipes away her tears with his thumbs, not breaking eye contact before holding hands and looking at his friend where he continues the ceremony. When the time for the exchanging of rings is to come, the maid of honour and the best man hand both Calum and her their rings for each other.

The officiant preps and guides Calum through his words as he slides the ring on her finger, “My love, a ring is an unbroken circle, a symbol of unity and love, representative of the greater circle of life of which we all spiritually are a part of. Having neither beginning nor end, but a continuous cycle of which you are an element. For you, it begins with the gift of life, and will continue through the end of time.”

She takes Calum’s ring and slides it on his left ring finger, smiling and repeating the same thing as Calum. Taking each other’s hands, they both eagerly look at the officiant to say the magic words. He makes it short and sweet,

“By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Calum, you may kiss your bride,” everyone cheers before Calum grabs her waist, pulling her close and kissing her so passionately and softly that it feels like time itself has stopped.

[dylanssprayberries]

Picture Us - Luke Hemmings

"You're not getting cold feet, are you?" Your best friend is standing in front of the mirror, eyeing herself with a doubtful look. She's not even dressed yet, only wearing the slip-on that's supposed to go underneath the dress. "I was joking." You say when you see how distraught she looks. "Hey, everything okay?"

"I never thought I'd be the first to get married." She shrugs. "You were supposed to set the example.." She trails off a little. "That was the plan right: you're older, God knows you're wiser." She chuckles a little, then shakes her head. "I know this is stupid. There is no right order for us to do this, it's just that-" She sighs. "I am not going to be a girl anymore. I'm going to be someone's wife and I'm not sure I know how to be one. We haven't discussed any ground rules for this marriage, I have no clue what he expects of me. I don't know how to be a wife. Or a mother."

You walk over and wrap your arms around her from behind. "Calum is the luckiest guy in the world." You smile. "So you haven't figured everything out yet, truth is no one has. And we're not supposed to follow the scripts we wrote of our lives when we were nine, if anything I think reality turned out better than anything we've dreamed of."

She smiles. "I guess you're right."

"And this little one is going to be so loved." You say, resting your hand on her stomach. "They don't even know it yet, but they have the coolest parents around. I mean, Calum is this famous star that has every girl falling at his feet and he picked you. And that doesn't make you the lucky one. Out of thousands of girls he has been fortunate enough to meet this sensitive and caring and vibrant young woman who sees right though him and always reminds him of what matters most. It is your love that inspires people all over the world. It's why we're all here today." You smile. "It's why you need to hurry up and get into that stunning dress of yours."

Your friend giggles. "I love you."

"I know." You nod. "Love you more." You let go of each other and you start rummaging around with the settings on your camera's while your best friend slips into her dress. It's a gorgeous v-neck piece that fits tightly around the torso and flows out at the waist. No sparkles, like you girls used to picture. Instead lace draws out the shape of roses all over the fabric. It's flowy and almost casual for a wedding dress, but it suits your best friend perfectly. "Calum's not gonna know what hits him."

"I'm gonna cry." Your best friend smiles, tearing up just the slightest bit.

"No, no, no. Don't ruin the make-up." You smile. "We worked hard on that." You chuckle.

"Right, right. Calum is marrying a mess." She chuckles. "How did Meghan Markle make this look so effortless?"

"Everything's easy for the royals." You roll your eyes. "I'm sure they were nervous, too, you know. Underneath it all."

"Yeah, okay." She nods. "I'm just so glad you're here."

"Of course, through all of it." I smile. "Now let me get a photo before we go out there." You grab hold of your camera and snap a couple of photos of your best friend in her dress. "All right, I'll go get your dad."

"Thank you."

You hug her one last time. "Next time we talk you'll be a wife." You grin. "I'm so proud of you."

"Go, go, you're gonna make me cry again." She chuckles. "I'll see you out there."

"Smile pretty for the camera."

"I'll try." She grins.

You leave the dressing room and really take in the location as you make your way to the room of your friends father. The wedding is held at a massive yet cosy house. Far enough from the city to have complete privacy. It's an outdoor wedding, which really was the best idea with this 28 degrees weather. But even if the weather was bad, the ceremony could easily be held inside. The house is decorated with extravagant art pieces, something both your friend and Calum love. It was part of why they picked the place. Just as you're about to knock on the door, your best friends father opens up.

"[Y/N]," He smiles warmly. "Is she ready?"

"Ready as she'll ever be." You grin.

"Who would have thought.. my little girl." The old man smiles. "We'll be right out, will you make sure everyone is ready?"

"Will do." You nod and take that as your cue to take off. The ceremony is held at the far end of the backyard and when you get there everyone is already seated. Excitement is in the air and you shoot Calum a wink. Nerves seem to kick in at the sight of you, it really is happening now. You get closer to take a couple of shots of the crowd. Then the ceremony begins and as your best friend comes into the picture, you don't shoot her. Instead you turn to Calum, capturing the exact moment he sees his bride. You grin in accomplishment as you look back at the photo; Calum his eyes are watering and he's wearing the biggest smile you've ever seen on him. It's so genuinely sweet, with just a touch of shyness, almost as if he can't comprehend she really is going to be his.

Then you turn to your friend to take a couple of full-body shots of her with her father by her side, walking down the isle. That's when you spot a pair of eyes watching you with intrigue. You hold the guy his gaze for a moment, then get out of the way for the crowd to really focus on your friend, no distractions. But even when you're off to the side, the boy his eyes are still trained on your. You allow your eyes to wander. He wears a loose black silk shirt with black trousers, which would be kind of odd at any other wedding. Calum and [your friends name] let everyone wear whatever they wanted, they're all for creative expression like that. The all black outfit makes the guy stand out, but not necessarily in a good way. The longer you look, though, the better he seems to get. His slicked back hair falls in waves down to the crook of his neck. His brows are kinda thin and messy, hovering over vivid baby blue eyes. His pale skin makes him look devilishly handsome.

Completely mesmerized, unaware of your movements, you take his picture. Only when you look through the media on your camera you realize you know this guy. Or, of him. He's one of Calum's bandmates. You feel a little stupid for not seeing it before. Ashton you recognized in a heartbeat, you've met the guy plenty times before. Michael isn't very hard to spot in a crowd, he stands out no matter how hard he tries not to. But Luke, Luke seems to blend in a little easier. At first glance there's nothing to make you stop in your tracks. It's all in the details, you just have to be lucky enough to catch them.

"I do." The voice of your best friend sounds perfectly certain as she commits her life to her greatest love. You focus on snapping pictures, instead of on the eyes you feel burning into your skin every time you walk by.

After the ceremony, everyone sits around the yard. There are tiny sitting areas sprawled around, huge pillows providing comfort to whoever decides to sit. You wander around the premises, taking shots of cute details like the basket of blankets with a note that reads: to have and to hold, in case you get cold. There are two guestbook tables, both unconventional. One holds a massive jar and heart-shaped pieces of paper to write your best wishes on. The other does hold a guestbook, along with a polaroid camera to capture the memories of tonight.

"Should we take one?" Beside you, Luke flashes a small smile. You return a weak one, accompanied by a blush. "A photo." He clarifies. "Although I guess you've been taking those all day, huh?" He asks, pointing to the cameras hanging from your shoulder.

"[your friends name] made me swear years ago that if she ever married I'd be the designated photographer."

"You're that good?"

"When she asked, I definitely wasn't." You chuckle. "But, I mean, what fifteen year old really knows how to see the beauty of the world and is able to capture it?"

"So you're the best friend. [Your name], is it?" You nod. "Wow, it's great to finally meet you."

"Eventually we were supposed to, don't you think?"

"Ah, you do know who I am." Luke smiles but he looks a little confused. "You had this kind of look, like you had no clue."

"I didn't, not at first." You confess. "Years ago, when your band was just gaining popularity, [your friends name] told me you were all drop-dead gorgeous. I've been looking out ever since."

"And yet we didn't catch eyes for the longest of time. You don't think I'm drop-dead gorgeous?"

"I think you're an interesting subject." You tease.

Luke laughs. "You know, that sounds far from a compliment."

"I do have eye for this kind of stuff." You joke.

"So do I." Luke dares. He brings the polaroid camera up to his eyes and before you know it he has taken your photo. "I have something to tell you." He says, biting his lip. "But it's kind of a secret, you really can't tell anyone."

You giggle. "What is it?"

"Most single people, like myself," he seems to put emphasis on stating that fact, "attend weddings to find a date, you know, for the next wedding season. Or just to get laid." He shrugs, making you laugh. "Not me."

"So what are you here for?"

"Apart from my undying love for my brother and best friend Calum Thomas Hood." His lips twitch up as he fights a smile, determined to keep up his performance. "I am here to steal your job."

"Oh are you now?" You smile.

"I am." He confirms, this time unable to stop himself from smiling. "See, I have great eye for anything beautiful. As all artists do." He states, matter of factly. "And there's this girl I saw earlier, and this is gonna sound cheesy but I swear to God her smile is a work of art. The only problem is that no one has taken her photo yet." He pouts a little. "Well, that is, until just a minute ago." He grins as he shakes the polaroid, waiting for your image to appear.

"What's next? Am I going to get a song?"

"You want one?" Luke raises his brows.

"You're the artist, right?"

"Well," he sucks in a deep breath as he looks at the polaroid. Turning it around to show you, he laughs. "Not the best around." The lighting has caused for horrible flashes through the photo, making the contrast look the absolute worst. There's not much of your face to see, actually.

"It's not that bad."

"Thanks for not breaking my heart." Luke grins.

You take the polaroid camera from his hands. "Guess it's my turn, since we're supposed to compare." You take his picture and wait for the polaroid to clear up. You purse your lips together when you see the result. "Guess that's my career down the drain." You chuckle.

"Oh come on, you didn't even try!"

"Just stick them in the book." You shake your head, smiling. "Ten years from now, when you're a famous photographer, I'm sure we will all have a great laugh."

"You want to see me ten years from now, huh?" Luke holds your gaze for a little too long, making you look away to hide your blush.

Recollecting yourself, you tuck your hair behind your ear. "I said all of us, as in Calum and [your friends name] and their kids, probably. Maybe you'd be there, I don't know, it did take us five years to meet, after all."

"So I'll take you out on a date then, say, five years from now. To keep the tradition up."

"Sure, yeah. And second dates could be dinner at home, right? So we'll double date with the newlyweds, who will probably be sick of each other by then, perfect timing to have a look back at this day because it will save their marriage, right? And we'll still be in that awkward getting to know each other phase. I read somewhere that equal embarrassment instantly creates a trusting bond, which is a perfect fundament for any relationship."

"How many years from now should I write you that song?"

"Sixth date?"

"That's in thirty years."

"He's good at math." You note.

"My mum teaches."

"I'm not supposed to know that yet, whatever will we talk about during all those dates we've got planned?"

"What do you usually talk about on dates?"

"Well," you start. "There always is some bashing about either Tinder or Badoo, whichever app I met the guy on. We both agree to totally hate the platform even though it is how we met. Then we discuss the basics, like where we went to school, where we grew up, what we do now, that sort of stuff. And by the end of the night I know all this information about someone I know I'll never see again, because both parties would just rather forget it ever happened." You explain. "And we'll both return to the app we claim to hate to do it all over again." You chuckle. "Which is why we are going to skip all of that. The small talk, I don't want any of it." You state, leaving the options of what you are going to do open for his interpretation.

"You're just full of ideas, aren't you?" Luke smiles a little.

"How would you know? We haven't even been on our first date yet." You bite your lip, then turn around to join the rest of the party.

"Friday. Seven." Luke calls out from behind. You grab hold of your camera and turn to capture the moment. Luke is smiling, ear to ear, top row of his teeth on full display, his eyes closed. "Did you just?" He asks, only seconds later.

"Gifts are for our three months anniversary, guess you'll just have to wait and see."

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Wasn’t gonna post this at first bc it feels like betraying the teen wolf roots of this blog, but what the hell this blog is a fandom mess anyway.

Let me know what you think of this! Would love to hear from you.

[babylon-bitch]

Just Friends ~ Maybe Not Today, Maybe Not Tomorrow, But One Day (part 32)

A/N: I totally just reuploded this, I realised I accidently uploaded it last night but couldnt be bothered to do anything about it. It’s up now though.

Harper White is best friends with Luke Hemmings, they always have been. Not only is she friends with the rockstar, but with the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer, as well as a really nice girl named Erika.

Harper has a few secrets, she can play all the instruments the boys play and many more. It’s a talent she has kept hidden, only very few people know.

What will happen to the six teens, wondering around the world together?

Warnings: swearing, a bit of smut, drugs, mentions of self harm and depression

***

Harper’s p.o.v.

I leave the hospital today, and boy has it been a long couple of days. I had to stay for two more days before I get discharged, just so they could keep an eye on me and stuff. I’m so excited to finally be able to leave, I wasn’t in here long but it’s so boring and the food tastes like cardboard.

Another reason I want to get out of this hell hole is because the atmosphere is so tense. Especially around Erika. I can understand why it is so tense but it feels like I’m drowning in it.

It’s just small talk, silence, or they don’t really talk to me. No on besides Luke has really asked me about it all, which I’m kinda greatful for, but I can tell they are itching to ask. I’ve kept quiet most of the time, just staring straight ahead, going on my phone, or talking to my mum. I’m starting to get a bit lonely.

Luke still talks to me, not as much as he used to, but I think he is trying to give me space and let things settle in. He still holds my hand and stays with me, I convinced him to go home, get showered and go to sleep.

What Luke hasn’t done yet, is kiss me. Sure, he’s kissed my forehead, cheek, hand, temple, everywhere but my lips. I know we’re on a break and all, but I miss them, I miss the intimate side of Luke. Sure, he still is quite intimate with me, but nowhere near as much as he was. It kinda makes me feel lonely, yet he’s right here.

I’m currently packing all my stuff into a duffel bag, not much to pack, just some dirty clothes and stuff I used to freshen up. I’ve got my mum, my dad, and Luke here with me right now, the others said they would come and visit me later on today, I just nodded and gave them a small smile.

“You ready, babycakes?” Luke asks as he walks up to me.

“Yeah, I just need to get my phone.” I answer and place the shoulder strap onto my… you guessed it, shoulder.

“Here.” Luke passes me my phone as he holds my gaze.

I shove it into my back pocket and look back up at Luke, surprised to find that he was still staring at me. Luke’s hands cup my jaw and he leans down, pressing a soft peck on my forehead. “Everything is going to be okay.” He reassures.

“Will it though?” I question.

“Yes of course, just take things easy. You’re surrounded by people that love you.” He tells me and pulls me into a hug.

I give him a sad smile and readjust my bag. “Lets go then.” My mum says.

I nod and hold my bandage wrapped forearm closer to my torso. Luke’s hand holds my hip as we walk out of the ward.

Half an hour later we make it home. Stepping out of the car and making my way to the door, waiting for my dad to unlock the door. The door opens and I make my way to my room, without uttering a word to anyone.

Dropping my bag, locking my door and collapsing onto my bed. A few tears escape and I’m not really sure why. I think this is all just a little overwhelming.

“Harper?” A soft voice knocks at the door.

I ignore it and roll over, looking at the picture of Luke and I one summer. Luke was whispering stuff into my ear from from behind me, arms wrapped around my waist. All of a sudden Ashton comes along with a camera and shouts ‘cheese’ and I have one half of my face scrunched up, and Luke has his whole face scrunched up, mainly because of the flash.

Another one is a Polaroid Luke and I took, Luke’s arm is around my shoulder, I’m sticking my tongue out with one of my eyes closed, while Luke does a really big grin.

We already looked like a couple there.

The next one is a candid photo, I don’t know who took it. Luke’s hand is resting on the small of my back, looking down at me all gooey eyed. I’ve got my arm hooked around his neck, giving Luke the same gooey eyed look.

“Harper?”

I miss those days, everything was so simple.

“Harp, c'mon, open up.”

He’s not gonna back down anytime soon.

Wiping my tears away and getting up, walking towards the door. Unlocking it and opening the door. Luke starts to fall forward but I catch him and push him back up.

“Sorry.” I say.

“It’s fine.” He tells me.

“You need sleep.”

“Sleep with me.” He whines. “Not in that way Harper, although, you know that I wouldn’t pass down the opportunity.”

“Just go to sleep.” I push him towards my bed.

Luke sits on my bed and just stares at me. I give him a confused look and approach him. Luke opens up his legs and I step inside them, he places his hands on my hips and looks up at me.

I take up his stare, losing myself in his blue orbs. I find myself doing that quite often.

His hands trail down from my hips, down my thigh and abruptly stop mid thigh, making goosebumps appear. Luke’s hands trail back up again, but not to my hips, they keep going up my leg. Stopping just below my it.

All while keeping solid eye contact.

Luke’s hand literally cups my heat, my breathing unaudibly hitches. The top of his palm rubs teasing circles on my clit and I pull my bottom lip into my mouth to suppress a whimper.

“L-Luke,” I stutter as I grab his broad shoulder.

Luke’s hand smoothly unbuttons and unzips my jeans. Luke takes his eyes off mine for the first time

His hand dives down my panties and run two fingers through my folds. Luke inserts his middle finger and I let out a whimper.

Soon he inserts his other finger and his thumb massages my clit. I tighten my grip on his shoulder.

We were supposed to take a nap, how did this happen? My parents are downstairs, everyone is coming round in a while.

Luke’s fingers keep pumping up and down whilst he massages my clit with his thumb or sometimes his palm.

I throw my head back in pleasure as I let out a moan.

After a while I feel the familiar bubble build up. “I’m gonna come.” I say as I struggle to stay up

“Let go, princess.”

Letting go, I come all around his fingers and let my orgasm take over me.

I recover and catch my breathe.

“What was that for?” I question.

“You looked like you needed some loving.” He shrugs.

Am I supposed to return the favour? I’m not in the mood for it all, plus, my parents are downstairs.

“Are we supposed to take things further now?” I chuckle.

“Not unless you want to. Just go to sleep, babe.” He smiles.

Luke lays behind me and drapes an arm over my waist, burying his head into my neck.

***

“Are they back together again?”

“Do we wake them up?”

“They look so peaceful.”

“Why do they look so sad?”

Hearing some familiar voices, I crack my eyelids open, being met my Ashton, Erika, Calum, and Michael at the doorway.

“What?” I question as I turn around and nuzzle myself into Luke’s front. I feel his arms tighten around me and pull me closer.

“Hello to you too.” Calum giggles.

Luke stirs around and rolls onto his back, his arm still wrapped around me. He rubs his eyes with his free hand then covers his eyes with his arm.

I hear the others shuffle around my room, hoping they don’t touch my stuff.  "You gonna get up anytime soon?“ Someone asks.

I groan in response and flip them off.

After a while of groaning profanities and nuzzeling into my human pillow, I finally detach myself from Luke’s grip and sit up. Resting my elbows on my knees and resting my head in my hand, staring at the ground, losing myself in my thoughts.

Am I okay?

Like, I did what I did without thinking, am I capable of doing that again, or doing something worse?

“There she goes again.” I hear someone mutter.

It takes me a while to register what they said before I snap my head in their direction, my eyes land on Erika, and I narrow my eyes at her.

“What?” She asks.

“H-” I hold her gaze and shake my head.

What’s up with her?

I remember Luke saying something about it when I was unconscious, and I’ve noticed her become distant towards me.

Feeling Luke sit up beside me and brush shoulders with me. I stand up slowly walk out of my room, and into the bathroom.

My breath hitches as memories come flooding back. Suddenly my body freezes and my feet feel as though they’ve been glued to the ground. Pull yourself together, I tell myself.

Finally getting it together and splashing my face with cold water. “You alright, Harp?”

I nod, not even looking at the voice, although, I know who it is. “Just thinking.” I murmur.

“Anything I can do for you?” He asks.

“No.” I shake my head, still not meeting his eyes, just staring at the tap and leaning on the sink with my hands.

I’m a mess.

“Harper,” Luke says in a stern voice. “Don’t bottle this stuff up.”

I glare at him briefly before I realise he is just trying to help me, and I’m being a bitch. I sigh and give him an apologetic look before passing him and going into my room again, avoiding anyone’s eyes.

“Why are you acting like this, Harper?” Erika huffs.

My eyes meet her angry eyes, taken back a little.

“Uh, I-I do-” I stutter.

“You leave everyone without any fucking notice, that’s the least you could’ve done. Sent someone a quick text, anything, but no, you had to do it the Harper way and send people into a frenzy. Why are you playing games?”

I deserved that.

“Erika.” Luke warns in a stern voice.

Erika stands up and makes her way to me, stopping a metre in front of me. “Is this all funny to you? You have everyone wrapped around your motherfucking  finger. If you want attention just ask for it, you don’t have to do all this. Normal people know how to control their minds, you should try that for once, but no, I’m Harper and I’m an attension whore.”

I deserved that too.

I continue to stare at the floor, playing with my bracelets. I see the boys all having shocked expressions on their faces in the corner of my eye.

“Then you come back home and pull this stunt. Have you gone psycho or something, or is this just another attention thing. Why are you doing this? You’re going to shut everyone out. Why you even acting like this? You’ve got everything you could want, perfect life. Or are you gonna fuck this all up?” She spits.

Hurt takes over my emotions and I want to reply but no words come out.

“You’re pathetic.” Erika gets pulled back by Ashton and I do what I do best.

Run from my problems.

Standing up I rush out the door, diving past Luke’s hands, down the stairs, slamming the door shut and running.

Luke’s p.o.v.

“Erika, what the fuck?” I hiss.

“What?”

“You can’t just say those things to Harper, you know how she is. She is clearly going through some shit right now. What is your fucking problem?” I question.

I’m beyond pissed and upset at her.

“Of course you would say that, Luke. You’re so far up her ass, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“Fuck off, Erika, you’ve got better things to do with your life. That was low. What is your problem?” Michael asks.

“It’s gonna take along time to get her friendship back again.” Calum tells her.

“Now, we don’t know where she is, she could’ve done another runner, or be planning one. Well done Erika. She could do this all again.” Ashton says.

“You guys just don’t see it do you.” She shakes her head as she starts to walk out. I glare at her as she approaches me.

“I think I know Harper a lot better than you. You’ve known her the least amount of time out all of us. Come back to us after you’ve had your bitchfit.” I bitterly laugh.

She flips me off and walks off.

“What the actual fuck?” Calum furrows his eyebrows.

“The hurt on Harper’s face.” Michael frowns.

“As if she hasn’t got enough on her plate.” I sigh.

“I can’t believe Erika right now.” Ashton claims

“Where’s Harper gonna be now?” Michael asks.

“Dont have a clue.” Calum shrugs.

“Luke?” Ashton questions.

“I know a few places she might be, I’m just contemplating whether to go after her or leave her alone for a while. I’m not sure if I can trust her right now.” I huff.

“Give her 15 minutes and then go after her, I say.” Michael tells us.

“I don’t think I can ever forgive Erika for that. What came over her?” Ashton says with a frown.

“I can see where she is coming from, frustrated that she didn’t tell anyone when she went away, but the other stuff was so out of order.” Calum adds.

“I’m going to find Harper, where she is, is about 10, 15 minutes away.” I say.

“Okay, good luck man.” Michael smiles.

“Thanks.” I wave and pick my phone up, walking out the door.

The guys follow me out the door, but turn right, as I go down the street. I have a feeling she is at our place, sycamore moor, beach, or the park, anyone of those.

Walking to the park first, checking the climbing frame and slide, no where, not even a sign.

Going to the next place which is our place. We really should name it, something like boulevard view. There, named it.

That takes 10 minutes from the park, she isn’t here either. Eyeing the tall building, she wouldn’t be in there right? We’ve only been in there a couple of times, it’s really scary in there, especially since a few of the doors are locked. It’s full of dust, cobwebs, and old furniture. I don’t know what it originally was, but it creeps me out.

I love this place though, I’ve had some great late night chats with Harper up here.

She definitely wouldn’t be in there because she said that she hates it in there.

Accepting that she’s not here, I turn back around and head for the beach, which is around 15 minutes away.

Taking my time as I walk to the beach, hesitant to walk on the sand because I’ve got converse on and it’ll get inside my shoes.

I stop being pathetic and rush over to the secluded part, checking for footprints on the way. Nothing but bird prints, dog prints, and a human’s foot prints but they are far too big for Harper’s.

Deciding not to waste my time, I turn around and make my way to sycamore moor.

Sycamore moor is about 20 minutes away from here, I don’t think I’ve walked so much in one day. I really should get my driving licence.

Opening the gate and closing it behind me. I shove my hands in my pockets and walk down the field.

Seeing someone’s petite figure laying on the ground, smoke coming from them. I know exactly who it is.

Slowly approaching her, by walking down the little hills.

“Hi.” She sighs bringing a joint up to her lips.

“Y'right?” I cautiously ask, laying down beside her.

“Sure, if that’s what you wanna call it.” She exhales a cloud of smoke from her mouth.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t know what came over her.” I tell her.

“It’s not your fault, so don’t apologise.”

I stay quiet for a while, whilst Harper keeps taking drags of her joint.

“I don’t know what to say to you.” I humourlessly laugh.

I hold my hand up and gently twitch my two fingers, gesturing to what I want. Harper turns her head to me with a slight chuckle, before giving up her joint. I take a drag and hold it before exhaling, watching the smoke billow over us.

“One of my best friends, Luke. Why did she turn on me? Was it something I did? I know that I did some fucked up shit, but it hardly affected her. I went away for a week and a bit, big deal. I’m not doing any of this bullshit for attention, I’m doing this all because I don’t have any self control, I’m losing my mind, I don’t know what to do with my life anymore, not because I want attention.” She lets it out.

“I know that, we all know that.”

“What do we do? Do we keep being friends?” She questions.

“It’s entirely up to you, babe.” I sigh.

“It’s gonna take some good ass apologising for me to at least think about it. Although, I kinda deserved it all.” Harper shrugs.

“No Harper, you didn’t. You’ve done nothing wrong, you’re just a teenager going through some shit. We’ve all gone/going/are yet to go through some tough times, but we over come them, some words by the famous Beatles, I get by with a little help from my friends, which is exactly what you’re gonna do, your true friends at least.” I smile at her.

“Thanks, Lu.” She smiles slightly, still looking up at the sky.

Harper turns her face towards me, staring deeply into my eyes, me reciprocating the same look

“You don’t have to be like this, you Harper, can change this all, for the better.” I tell her.

“I’ve been trying not for the past couple of months.” She sighs.

Harper faces the sky again, and I study her side profile. The curve of her nose, her eyelashes, the way her eyebrows wiggle when she’s talks deeply about something, the few freckles on her cheeks, the way her lips move as she talks.

Her lips, how I miss them so much. I don’t know what came over me this morning, I just kept going, she didn’t complain about it.

I want nothing more than to kiss her right now, I haven’t had a kiss from her since she left at the airport, and that’s not acceptable.

“Don’t you think?” She questions.

“Uh… yes.” I nod.

“Have you been listening to what I just said?” She stares at me.

I don’t really pay attension to what she’s saying, my eyes trail down to her lips, noticing they’ve stopped moving. Looking back up into her eyes before I crash my lips onto hers.

She seems caught off guard before kissing back, I cup her jaw and then pull her on top of me, digging my hand into her hair. I deepen the kiss by licking her bottom lip, Harper parts her lips and I slide my tongue in, exploring her mouth all over again.

I don’t care about the consequences, all I know, is that I want Harper to always be in my life, preferably as my girlfriend. I love this girl, inside and out, she means everything to me. I couldn’t bare to lose her.

My hands travel down her back and rest on her hips, rubbing small circles on them.

We pull apart and stare into each others eyes. “Missed that.” I chuckle.

“Yeah, I missed that side of you.” She smiles.

“I love you Harper, and I’d hate to lose you again. These last few week’s have been hell, do you know how hard it is to see the person you love so lifeless and broken? I’d rather have you be a million miles away from me rather than not with me at all.”

“I love you too, but I don’t think I can handle being that far away from you everyday. You being on tour for just a week, that was hard to bare.” She sighs.

“No don’t do this Harper, we can make this work. You’ve got a while before you actually start university, don’t be like this Harp. You and I make a great team, we’re ment to be together, I know it’s gonna get hard sometimes, but one day, you and I are gonna wake up and be alright. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. One day. I promise.”

“Luke, you know that I love you and I don’t want to, but I think it’s for the best.”

“I’ll try and visit you all the time, text you all the time, call you all the time, just talk to you as much as I can. I’m nothing without you, I can’t be without you, I need you in my life. I’ve never known it without out. I don’t want to look back on life and think about this girl I was hopelessly in love with, but it all ended when we were eighteen, I want to continue making memories with you.”

Harper sits up and straddles my waist, I see her contemplating it, she looks totally torn.

“What does this mean? Are we getting back together now or later on?” She questions.

“What ever you want, baby.” I give her a small smile, intertwining our fingers together.

“What do you want?”

Taken completely off guard, I stare up at the sky and think.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” I ask and she shakes her head slowly. “I would like to be with you again, but if you don’t want to, that’s okay.”

“We didn’t break up, Luke, we were on a break.”

“Were?” I raise my eyebrows.

“You know what I mean. Why don’t we just take things slow. I don’t think I can handle a full throttle relationship right now, but I also don’t think I can handle the hurt of this heartbreak. But if we had to take a break 3 months into this relationship, how is this gonna work?” She fiddles with her fingers.

“We were just taking everything for granted. We’ve had some fantastic memories since we started dating. Let’s give this a go.”

“Slowly.”

“What classes as slowly and what classes as not?” I question.

“We can’t just act like this never happened and work up to… other things.”

“So no sex?”

“No, no sex. Believe it or not, but sex isn’t the main part in a relationship.” She chuckles.

I pull her down and wrap my arms around her waist. “So we’re doing this again huh?” I ask.

“Yep.”

“Are we going to go through all this secretive shit again?” I groan.

“No, but I can’t be bothered to just come out with it. I think they’ll figure it out soon enough. You can tell them yourself if you want, on your own that is.” She tells me.

I hold her neck and bring my lips to hers, my eyes flutter shut as I kiss her. Licking her bottom lip, she parts her lips and I slide my tongue in.

***

Its a while later now, and everyone is over, besides psycho bitch.

Harper’s phone goes off, causing everyone to stop talking and turn to her. She sighs and answers. “Hello?” She chirpily says.

Just like that she can put on a mask, fooling someone into thinking she is a normal 18 year old.  

“Be right back.” She tells us and stands up, walking into the kitchen.

“Who do you think that was?” Ashton asks.

“Could’ve been anyone.” I say.

I look over to her, seeing her fiddle with something on the kitchen counter, a bored yet distressed expression on her face. Suddenly she freezes and looks interested into what the person on the other side is saying.

Harper’s been on the phone for around half an hour now, so much for being right back. At one point she went out the back door.

“What’s taking her so long?” Calum questions.

“I don’t know, it seems important whatever it is.” Michael answers.

“Ah, speak of the devil.” I chuckle as I hear her dainty footsteps.

“Hello.” Ashton smiles.

She gives us a small wave before muttering that she’ll be back in a minute, as she walks up the stairs. “She looks really spaced out.” I furrow my eyebrows. “I’m so fed up with this secretive bullshit. Why doesn’t she just tell me what’s going on.”

“Don’t worry, mate. She was like this when she was 16.” Calum says.

“Yes, but that caused her to sink deeper, by drowning in her thoughts.” I claim. “I don’t want her to be like she was then, that was far too long.”

“I feel so h-”

Ashton gets cut off by Harper walking down the stairs, looking a lot more pulled together.

“Hi.” She breathes as she plops down next to me, not completely snuggled into me, an arms distance away.

“Who was on the phone?” I ask.

“Oh, uh, Lauren.”

“Ohhh, okay.” I smile.