Fangirl

"Hey dork," I grin, setting my head on Luke's shoulder behind him, while he sits at his computer on the bus.

"Hey dorkier." He smiles at me, only moving his head to look at me a little bit because if he moved anymore we'd kiss.

"Whatcha reading?" I ask, and look at the screen. "Luke!" I laugh, standing up, "I thought we agreed you wouldn't read my fanfiction in front of me?"

"No," He smiles, "I did nothing wrong because just a second ago you weren't here."

"Oh my god." I mumble, blushing a little. "Okay so, Ashton's yelling about an interview none of you are ready for in like two hours. It's chaotic." I chuckle. Luke sighs, and then stands up, particularly staring at me. "What?"

"You look.. Uh- Nice outfit." He smiles, referring to the plaid skirt, white t shirt tucked in, and combat boots. I didn't really try hard on the outfit or anything, so I just shrug. Oh, it must be the skirt. Okay I might've worn it on purpose, sh.

He bites his lip a little bit, and then walks out. I follow him, my cheeks bright pink with trying to contain my smile.

"Alright," He says, frowning at everyone melting down. "Max, stop poking Michael or you can't come with us, Calum put a shirt on and stop flexing in front of Max, Michael stop yelling stop and wow Calum, and Ashton you-" Luke stares at Ashton and huffs. "Actually you're fine."

"Of course I am." He grins like a child, and everyone hops off the bus. We ride to the interview, with Michael trying to remember what he's not supposed to mention, and Luke playing with my fingers. "Oh god finally I can get out of this fucking car." Ashton sighs, and hurries out, and into the building. He points back at me, "Don't tell anyone what I just said!"

Luke chuckles, and puts his arm over my shoulder. What? This is what friends do. Very, very good friends.

They run to their dressing rooms like little kids and chocolate, and start putting on their camera-makeup.

"Maaaxxx?" Michael whines from across the room.

"What?"

"Can you help me with my eyeliner?" He pouts. Max glances over at me for approval I guess, since last time he wanted me to do it. I put a thumbs up and nod, and she skips over to him. I SHIP IT.

Eventually they walk onto stage, and Max and I wait backstage like last time we had to do this. I don't really care at this point, I've seen these so many times, but it catches my attention when I hear the bleached blonde beam and ask, "Are you all single?" I look at Luke, and notice Max look at Michael out of the corner of my eye.

"Yep." Calum nods with Ashton, and then all eyes are on Michael, who's just looking back at Max.

"... Uh, y-eah." He says, and smiles over at the interviewer.

"And you Luke?" She asks. Luke's head shoots up, but he doesn't anything for a second or two.

"Uh- yeah actually, um, I do." He scratches his chin, clearly not wanting to expand on that.

"Who?" The woman asks. I never really memorize these people's names. "What's she like?"

"She's- She's awesome. She's really, really funny, and super smart, and deep, and sweet- like, mega caring, and god," He beams, "She's absolutely perfect." He says, looking at me the entire time. Okay that's super sweet, but he isn't supposed to describe a girlfriend like that on camera. Management told him to keep it simple and boring so people don't mind as much, while they also care about it a lot for publicity. Damn it he's getting side tracked because I'm here.

"Aww!" The crowd smiles. I feel my face get hot, and glance over at Max looking at me, as worried as me.

"What's her name?" The lady asks.

"Ril- Uh, Amy." Luke says quickly. The room is silent for a second. Oh fuck, he didn't. There's no way every one didn't catch that 'Ril' part.

"Uh- Okay, so um-" The woman continues the interview, trying to get the spotlight off Luke's slip up as quickly as possible. For the rest of it, Luke's sitting slouched, every once in a while with a band member looking over at him, clearly mad.

Well, shit.

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