Fangirl
If You Weren't Famous
Luke's POV---
I'm half dressed and holding my Green Day shirt when I hear a knock on the door. It couldn't be room service, it's like nine at night. I open the door to see Riley standing in front of me. She looks so different at night time. I mean, I've seen her a night time on the bus and everything, but not outside. I don't know what it is, she's normally flawlessly beautiful but at this moment she's like. Gorgeous. Her dark brown hair is falling over his shoulders, she's wearing black skinny jeans, Vans, and a faded red shirt that fits her perfectly.
"Uh.." She looks around, biting her lip and then I realize I've probably been blankly staring at her this whole time.
"S-Sorry, come in." I stutter. She walks in and I put my shirt on. "So what's up?"
"Okay so I thought about the whole Amy thing." She explains as she sits on my bed, "And it's not that surprising."
"It's not?"
"Nope." She shrugs, "I'm a fangirl, I've studied all of this," I actually start blushing. Never in my life did I think I'd fall in love with a fan. I'm serious. Most of those people shove their phones in my face and scream at me all the time. Riley is really calm about the whole thing, and I actually love that she's a fan. It's flattering. "and I already didn't think you actually liked her until she was around all the time." She smiles.
"So. Um. What does that mean for us?" I ask, sitting next to her.
"There.. Is, no us." She says quietly, scooting over. I frown.
"Wait, what? Why?"
"You're still technically with Amy.. I mean, to everyone else. And- And even if you weren't..." She looks at me, "You're... Famous..."
"S-So if I wasn't famous... You'd be with me?"
"I'm sorry I know it sounds really shitty and mean," She shakes her head, "I-It's just that-"
"No I get it. You don't really want to be gossiped about all the time and be in the spotlight and have every moment of your relationship on camera... Right?" She nods.
"I'm so sorry." She whispers.
"It's.. It's okay, really." Riley kisses my cheek and then she leaves, leaving me on my bed, staring at a blank wall.
"Hey man, what's wrong?" Ashton asks, shutting the door. I don't answer him, I keep my eyes on that wall. All I've ever wanted is fame and Riley. Now I can't have Riley if I have fame?
"I have to... Pick one." I whisper.
"What?" He frowns. "Pick one what?"
"Riley or fame." I whisper.
"Bro." His eyes widen. "You don't have to quit the band we just wanted you to get it together-" I stop listening to what he says and lye down on the couch. All I can think about is how much I want both. Fame built my confidence and makes me happy and I get to go everywhere and meet every one. Riley makes me nervous and adds butterflies to my stomach and makes me blush and smile, she makes me feel safe in who I want to be, and she loves everything about me, even the stupid stuff. Fame only loves me if I talk about a girl or have my shirt off, and I don't want to talk about a girl if it isn't Riley. The tour only has a month left, I've been loving Riley more and more for nearly a year, I don't want that to end. "Okay look," Ashton continues, "Just wait until the tour is over before you go and decide the biggest decision of your life." He says, and then he leaves.
I'm such a failure.
I'm half dressed and holding my Green Day shirt when I hear a knock on the door. It couldn't be room service, it's like nine at night. I open the door to see Riley standing in front of me. She looks so different at night time. I mean, I've seen her a night time on the bus and everything, but not outside. I don't know what it is, she's normally flawlessly beautiful but at this moment she's like. Gorgeous. Her dark brown hair is falling over his shoulders, she's wearing black skinny jeans, Vans, and a faded red shirt that fits her perfectly.
"Uh.." She looks around, biting her lip and then I realize I've probably been blankly staring at her this whole time.
"S-Sorry, come in." I stutter. She walks in and I put my shirt on. "So what's up?"
"Okay so I thought about the whole Amy thing." She explains as she sits on my bed, "And it's not that surprising."
"It's not?"
"Nope." She shrugs, "I'm a fangirl, I've studied all of this," I actually start blushing. Never in my life did I think I'd fall in love with a fan. I'm serious. Most of those people shove their phones in my face and scream at me all the time. Riley is really calm about the whole thing, and I actually love that she's a fan. It's flattering. "and I already didn't think you actually liked her until she was around all the time." She smiles.
"So. Um. What does that mean for us?" I ask, sitting next to her.
"There.. Is, no us." She says quietly, scooting over. I frown.
"Wait, what? Why?"
"You're still technically with Amy.. I mean, to everyone else. And- And even if you weren't..." She looks at me, "You're... Famous..."
"S-So if I wasn't famous... You'd be with me?"
"I'm sorry I know it sounds really shitty and mean," She shakes her head, "I-It's just that-"
"No I get it. You don't really want to be gossiped about all the time and be in the spotlight and have every moment of your relationship on camera... Right?" She nods.
"I'm so sorry." She whispers.
"It's.. It's okay, really." Riley kisses my cheek and then she leaves, leaving me on my bed, staring at a blank wall.
"Hey man, what's wrong?" Ashton asks, shutting the door. I don't answer him, I keep my eyes on that wall. All I've ever wanted is fame and Riley. Now I can't have Riley if I have fame?
"I have to... Pick one." I whisper.
"What?" He frowns. "Pick one what?"
"Riley or fame." I whisper.
"Bro." His eyes widen. "You don't have to quit the band we just wanted you to get it together-" I stop listening to what he says and lye down on the couch. All I can think about is how much I want both. Fame built my confidence and makes me happy and I get to go everywhere and meet every one. Riley makes me nervous and adds butterflies to my stomach and makes me blush and smile, she makes me feel safe in who I want to be, and she loves everything about me, even the stupid stuff. Fame only loves me if I talk about a girl or have my shirt off, and I don't want to talk about a girl if it isn't Riley. The tour only has a month left, I've been loving Riley more and more for nearly a year, I don't want that to end. "Okay look," Ashton continues, "Just wait until the tour is over before you go and decide the biggest decision of your life." He says, and then he leaves.
I'm such a failure.
Notes
:(((I'D LIKE TO THANK EVERYONE FOR THIS STORY HAVING 70 SUBSCRIBERS AND BEING MY MOST POPULAR STORY I'M BEAMING SO HARD THANK YOU!
Also- In this chapter I'd like to point out that Riley isn't making Luke choose between her and fame like that cliche a lot of movies do, I did it in his point of view specifically bc something happened before this did I didn't write that was in Riley's pov, so in the next chapter it'll be explained. yaaay suspenseee
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-RooftopSinning
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