What We Were // cake // sequel of What We Could Be

Chapter 21

A/N: I know in Australia it's cold in summer and hot in winter but let's just pretend it hot in summer and cold in winter ty

Luke's POV.

I wake up to my phone buzzing and it's a text from Michael.

Mikeyy [7.00am]
RISE AND SHINE BITCH ITS TIME FOR REHEARSALS

Me [7.00am]
I juST came home yesterday can I rest

Mikeyy [7.00am]
Idk man everyone said we have to come down and I don't even think it's for rehearsals..

Me [7.00am]
Mm I'll be down in half an hour

Mikeyy [7.01am]
Ok ash and I need to tell u something so hurry or we won't tell you

I put my phone down and groan as I realize I forgot to charge it and it's at 18%. I plug the charger into my phone and wrap a blanket around my shoulders because I'm not getting out topless. I should really wear a hoodie or some shit to sleep. I walk up to my wardrobe and feel the cold air hit my arm as I open my wardrobe and pull out a Christmas sweater and quickly slip in on before I can get cold and I put on skinny jeans as socks. I run downstairs and open the fridge to see only those sad foods like ice cream and chocolate or yogurt.

I sigh and pull out milk and just drink it from the carton before placing it back in the fridge. I write a note to mom about where I'm going and that I'm not sure when I'll be back home. I run upstairs and grab my phone and it's on 25%, this'll do. Hopefully Calum has 'ended it' with Oscar - whatever it was anyway so that I can finally have a beautiful boyfriend again. It's been almost three weeks now, and those three weeks have been shittier than Leo's attitude. I get into my car and switch on some random music off the radio and drive to the studio.

Uh ohh, what's going on? There are fans gathered at the front door. There's at least 100 of them! How am I supposed to get in? Didn't we have a group chat on our phone or some shit?

Me [8.07am]
Mayday how do I get into the studio

Ash [8.07am]
Hide ur face??

Me [8.07am]
With what?

Mikeyy [8.07am]
I just got inside holy shit they're mobbing and will not stop

Me [8.08am]
I'm scaaaared guys pls I look like a weirdo staring at fans inside a car

Ash [8.08am]
Don't uou have a beanie or some shit in ur car?

Ash [8.08am]
* you

Me [8.09am]
No do u think I fucking do?!

Mikeyy [8.09am]
Language

Me [8.09am]
Shut up

Mikeyy [8.09am]
idk man j think you've gotta wing it

Me [8.09am]
WING IT???

Ash [8.10am]
Sorry mate x

Me [8.10am]
Fuck I'll be there in nEVER BECAUSE IM GOING TO GET MOBBED YOU ASSHOLES

I switch my phone off and look in my trunk. A cap! Yes! I can put it the wrong way around and make it look like I'm some weird ass nerd! Oh I also have a scarf maybe I could--

I hear shouting and see fans running over to me. No! My plan just got scrunched up by Jesus and thrown down to hell. I close the trunk and try run around them but the back of my sweater is grabbed and I almost fall over. No, stand straight Lucas or you'll die dammit! I smile at everyone and gently push them away. As I push a fan grabs my hand and pulls me toward them.

"Back the fuck up!"

"Luke I love you!"

I hear those two different things in between screams. Oh shit, I feel a lump rise to my throat. No you fucking baby! Okay Luke, you gotta fight back. I walk through the fans and see at least 300 of them now all gathered around me and 100 of them waving up at Ashton and Michael looking through the window in concern. They seem to be shouting but I can't read what it says.

"Get off him! Get off him!" I hear people chant and I look up to see Ashton and Michael chanting it too.

Fans rip at my clothes like sharks as everyone continues to chant. No! I fall to the ground and am engulfed by fans. The chanting drowns as all I hear are screams but I can hear a silent chant.

"Everyone shut the fuck up!" I hear come through a megaphone and Michael is standing on the damn roof with Ashton behind him. Everyone screams.

"Please step away from the poor child!" He shouts and fans scream more but they continue to pull my arms their way and force me to hug them and tug on my hair. 100 fans remain around me while the other 300 have stepped away and another 100 are waving at Ashton and Michael. Holy shit fans are fucking crazy.

"I said get off the damn boy!" Michael shouts and now there's only a few people around me as I run into the studio.

Someone grabs my hand and cries at the sight of me.

"Lady! What did we tell you?!" I hear Ashton shout. "Listen up! Everyone needs to stop mobbing! I don't know if any of you saw but poor little Lucas was about to cry down there! So please give all of us space and let us go to where we fucking need to!" Ashton shouts genuinely mad at the fans.

"Now tell me," Michael says taking the megaphone from Ashton. "Who here didn't mob?" He shouts and everyone screams.

"No! Who didn't fucking mob?!" He shouts again and the damn fan is still clinging onto me as she asks for one picture and cries. The whole place is silent.

"Right, I'm sure there was some good people, tell me." Michael says more quiet now.

A tiny group of cheers are heard and I notice that it only seems like 20 people. Ashton whispers something to a guard and soon a group of guard come out and ask the fans things and pull some inside and leaves most people outside. A guard tears the fan off me and pulls me inside and as I walk the fans are quiet.

"You guys can talk. You didn't do anything." I sigh and look at the state of my sweater. It's all torn and mom bought it for me! The fans are still quiet, unsure of how to act around a pissed off me.

I stop and let all the fans pass me and then walk after them. A small group stay behind with me.

"Are you okay?" One asks and I nod.

"I'm okay now that you ask." I smile and put my arm over her shoulder and her jaw drops as she smiles. I feel her arm around my waist and I chuckle at her cuteness. Soon, the rest of the fans are talking to me. I don't know who to focus on.

"Where's Calum?"

"I don't know. He'll probably come soon." I reply.

"Are you and Michael dating?"

I just wiggle my eyebrows at that one even if we aren't to make people squeal in excitement as I laugh along.

"How about you and Calum?"

I hesitate but fake barf on the ground making them laugh and I'm asked about Ashton and I reply that he's too mature for me.

"Who's too mature for you?" Ashton asks from behind and the fans gasp as Michael comes out behind Ashton.

"Ooh, what lucky fans you are. You get tickets to our next show in two days." Michael smiles and then fans gasp and thank us. They individually get a hug and selfie from all of us and soon they have to leave.

We wave goodbye and we walk backstage. My phone buzzes and its Twitter.

You've been added to a group chat 'The fans that didn't mob' I text a hi and the fans go crazy. I am so happy right now, nothing could ruin my mood. What a lucky..

Calum.