Here's To Teenage Memories (a Luke Hemmings story)

Chapter 22

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I groan and hit the alarm clock beside me, shutting it off. I roll over and see my sleeping boyfriend, his blonde hair messed up, bare chest raising up and down, and his eyes shut. He wakes up shortly and sees me looking at him. “Good morning, love,” he says, his morning voice groggy. “Good morning, baby. How are you?” I ask. “Sore, you did a number on me last night,” he says, grabbing my waist and pressing our bare bodies together. I blush and bury my face into his chest, embarrassed. He laughs and rubs my back. We lay there for a few minutes, in the sweet and calming silence. “I gotta go get ready,” I finally say, looking up to him. He sighs and pouts his lips. I kiss him and jump out of bed, going to the shower.

An Hour and a Half Later

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“Your turn,” I say to Luke, exiting the bathroom. He looks up to me from his phone. “Woah, you got ready fast today,” he laughs. I roll my eyes at him. He gets up and kisses me. “You still look as hot as ever,” he says. I smile like a child and he rolls his eyes playfully and goes to the bathroom. I plop on the bed and turn the TV on. Call me a child if you want, but I turn on Spongebob, because, let’s face it, that show is funny as hell. I watch a few episodes and my phone buzzes. I pull it out to see a text from Fiona.

Don’t come to the lobby.

 I raise an eyebrow at the text, confused, before replying.

What’s wrong?

I’m not saying.

Then I’m coming down.

I stand up and grab a room key. I peek my head in the bathroom and tell Luke I’ll be right back. I leave the room and put on my sunglasses and go to the elevator. Luckily, I’m alone in there, so no one could recognize me. I get down to the lobby and I don’t see Fiona. 

Where the fuck are you?

Turn around.

I turn around hesitantly, and see Fiona, Scooter, and some other guy standing. “Scoots!” I scream, running and hugging him. He laughs and hugs me back. “What are you doing here?” I ask, after letting him go. “Well, we needed to talk to you,” he says. “Uh, okay. Wanna go get food at the cafe here?” I ask. He nods and Fiona and I lead him and the other guy to the cafe and we sit down. We all order coffee and wait. “What’s this about? Am I getting dropped from the label?” I ask, worried. “No, no. Just the opposite, actually,” Scooter says, bringing his cup to his mouth. “What?” I laugh, confused. “Brandi,” the other man says, his accent British. “We want you to go on your own tour. As the headlining act,” he finishes. I spit out my coffee into the cup and start coughing. “Are you serious?!” I say after getting myself together. “Completely,” Scooter says, smiling and nodding. “When is it?” I ask. “Probably in the next year or so,” the man says. I nod. “I’ll be your tour manager. I’m Scott,” he says. “Will you still come with us, Scoots?” I ask. “Oh, of course. I need to be. I talked to your mom about it yesterday, she said that you’ll be eighteen when it comes, so she’s trusting you alone. She’s gonna be at almost every show, but she’s letting you and your little boyfriend get your own bus,” he explains. My eyes grow wide at the last part of that. “Was she sick or something?!” I say. My mom is the type of mom that’s scared to leave me home alone with a boy. She had no idea that Luke slept over that night, if she did, she’d flip shit. “I think she was well, B,” Scooter laughs. “That’s why I always liked your mom more,” Fiona mumbles. “Your mom let you go on tour with Ashton, so I mean, that’s pretty big,” I say, turning to her. “Yeah but I had to ask her like so many times and she got so annoyed she caved in,” Fiona says. I laugh, thinking of her mom. “So, you up for it?” Scooter asks. “Hell yeah!” I say, turning back to them. “Alright! Let’s get this started as soon as possible!” Scott says, clapping. “How soon?” I ask. “Oh, I don’t know, in these next two or three months,” he says. The look on my face changes from happy to sad in a mere second. “But…I’ll have to leave Luke on his tour…” I say, emotionless. “Brandi, it’s your career right now, not his. We need to do this,” Scooter says. I sigh, nodding. “I should go tell Luke,” I say, standing and running to the elevator. I finally get up to the room and take a deep breath before putting the key in. “Babe!” Luke says as the door opens, running over and opening his arms. I plaster on a fake smile and walk into his arms, wrapping mine around him and holding him tight. “Woah, why so tight, love?” he laughs. I pull away, but keep my arms around him and stare into his eyes.

“I just really fucking love you,” I finally manage to say, holding back the tears, ready to pour from my eyes.