Fangirl

I wake up with my head facing the wall of the bus, and I'm a bit co fused where I'm at at first, but then I feel it. Beneath me is a warm, cuddly Luke, snoring lightly. I grin. This lil cute potato. I very slowly try to get up so it isn't to weird when he wakes up, but just like my luck his eyes open a little bit right as I'm about to open the curtain to get out.

"Oh, uh, good morning." I smile nervously.

"Mornin'." He looks around for a second, "What time is it?"

Suddenly the curtain swings open, and Ashton pops his head in, "Noon, get ready and hurry up because we have an interview in an hour." He looks over at me lying on Luke, and his eyes widen, "Wait. Did you two-"

"No," Luke says quickly. I laugh out loud, but inside I'm kind of disappointed. I mean yeah, I don't want to have sex with him since we aren't dating and he already has Amy, but he didn't have to say no so quickly, as if doing it with me isn't even imaginable. Well. I guess for someone like him, it IS unimaginable.

"Oh, well then why are you in there?" He grins cutely at me.

"Uh, the couch isn't super comfortable." I mumble. I don't want him to think I dont appreciate going on tour or something, I hate bothering people like that.

"Oh, okay. You can have my bunk if you want." He beams.

"It's okay." I smile. Out of the corner of my eye I see Luke's face turning pink. Oh shit. I hope he doesn't think i'm making this up to sleep in his bed and tell everyone.

"Alright. Do you want to come with us? To the interview?"

"Uh.." I glance at Luke, hoping for a yes or no but get nothing. "Sure?" Damn. I'm so awkward.

"Okay, then you get ready too. Come on, up up." Ashton shuts the curtain and walks off. You know, in a fanfiction, this would be the part when things got really heated between the band member and the girl. Unfortunately, this isn't fanfiction.

So once we're ready, we get into a big black van. The whole drive is blasted with their music, and what makes it even cuter is they're SINGING to it. I quietly hum in the corner, obviously.

"Do you sing?" Michael elbows me. It's hard to hear him over the other four people screaming lyrics. They're probably used to that though.

"Not well." I laugh.

"Oh come on, you could even scream it." He smiles.

I roll my eyes, starting to get anxiety. I scream a few lyrics to Jet Black Heart and then look back at !Michael. ,"Happy?"

"Very." He grins.

Once we get to the big place with the interview (I'm so informed on words), the guys are scurried off into dressing rooms, leaving Max and I unsure of what to do. She's on her phone reading something though. Michael peeks his head out of the room, "Coming?" He asks. I raise an eyebrow and he laughs, "We're already dressed, dumbass." Something about that sentence was so Michael, I love it. Max follows me in and shuts the door lightly with her foot, hardly paying any attention to her surroundings. She's practically glued to that screen. Ha. I know the feeling.

"Alright I need help." Mikey grabs my arm and pulls me over to a mirror with a bunch of light bulbs surrounding it.

"With?"

"I need you to do my eyeliner because I always smudge it." He chuckles. He hands me a small pencil, and sits down, beaming. I smile and crouch down a little. "Should I do the face." He laughs.

"Yes. The face is necessary." I snort on accident from laughing, which just makes him laugh more. "Okay, come on." I giggle. He makes the make up face, and I line the outside edges of his eyes with eyeliner, then do his water lines.

Luke's POV

I frown at Riley and Michael laughing and trying to perfect his makeup. I don't want her over there being all cute with him, i want her over HERE being all cute with MEE.

"Lukeeyyy pooooo!" Oh no. Fuck. Amy runs into the dressing room, and slides onto my lap. Uuggghh. I've literally only heard of girls like her in movies. Riley looks over at her and her smile fades."You look so sexy Lukey poo." Amy smiles.


"Um, thanks." I mumble.

"Ugh, don't be so shy." She giggles, and starts kissing me.

MAX'S POV

"I just... I can't love you..." I whisper.

"Baby, please you just need to let go of your past I can help you-"

"No! Calum . i- I can't love. Look, I'm sorry, I tried, but.. Maybe this wasn't meant to be."

NOTES

Hey guys, so that's the end of this story but I think i'm

I look up in tears, nothing Riley and I are backstage while he guys are on stage. I grab her arm and pull her into the dressing room, crying.

"What's wrong?!"

"How could you!?" I scream.

"What-"

"Why couldn't you make everything be okay and for them to love each other, why can't that God damn girl get it together and LOVE HIM?!" I scream.

"Did you read my-"

"Yes! Yes, I read your fanfiction! It was awful, by the way! She never had ANYTHING, her ENTIRE life! Why the FUCK could this one good thing NOT happen to her?! Huh?! Why did it have to go to badly!"

"I-I'm sorry I didn't think it was-"

"I love him." I sob, plopping myself onto the couch.

"What? Love who?" She frowns, sitting next to me.

"I'm in love with Calum." I cry. "I have no chance with Calum, he's way out of my league. He's older, too, I could be his sister."

"Oh my god. But you two are already together?"

"Not really! I'm like his fucking side ho." I soB.

"Dude." Iley sighs. "Just tell him."

"Okay you of all people know I can't just do that." I frown.

"No, I can't do that. I'm an awkward potato, you, however, are the most outgoing, brave fuck it person I've ever met."

Only on the outside.

After the interview, we get outside and it's POURING rain. Everyone gets in the van quickly, but I remain in the rain. Oh shit, what am I about to do? Calum looks at me, confused. He shuts the van door and signals the driver to wait. "What's wrong babe?"

"Have you always been like this." I mumble.

"Huh?"

"I mean like. Do you always hit on everyone? Or are you really just that not into me." I look at the ground. He stutters a couple letters. "I don't like being clingy, Calum. You know that, I don't care when you text me back, I don't care how often you call me babe, but I just. I'm not that okay with you sleeping with others girls." I've started crying again. "I'm not okay with you bringing other girls everywhee we go, because it honestly makes me feel like a piece of shit, abd i just- I don't like it, because I love you." I look up at him.

He just stares at me. "I.. I don't- I don't love you, Max..." I huff and look at the ground again. "I'm so, so,"

"Yeah," I mumble. I turn away from him and start walking down the street.

"Um. Where are you going?" He calls after me.

"To the bus. I'll find it eventually." Tears are pouring down my face, along with raindrops and it feels like the only good thing I had in my life is gone.

Notes

Fuck I'm sobbing. FUCK YOU CAL PAL IM TO EMO FOR THIS SHIT WAH

-BEAUTIFULHOOD