nerd // luke hemmings [editing]

[ c h a p t e r t w e n t y t h r e e ]

All four of us look at one another before laughing our heads off and high fiving each other.

"Ohhh man, Cal, tell me you got that on the video." Michael says, covering this mouth with his hand, trying to stop his laughter from coming out.

"Of course I did." Calum chuckles. "And now it's heading a wonderful

place called the internet." he smirks, tapping away on his phone.

I run towards Luke who was still on the floor, looking at us with confused eyes.

"Why am I dripping wet and on the floor?" he asks, rubbing his head.

I giggle. "Pfft, nothing."

He raises his brow, half-smiling. "Should I be worried?"

"Not at all," I say, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "Happy birthday Lukey."

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Luke and Ashton were in the studio the entire day, writing new songs for their new album. The boys didn't want me to hear anything yet, but I was sure it would be amazing.

We were all in the house doing last minute set ups for the party. Calum and Michael had done all of the inviting since I didn't really know Luke's and Ashton's friends.

I ordered this really cool two teared cake with an edible drum kit, guitar, and microphone at the top. At the front of the cake wrote 'Happy Birthday Dorks' in red icing.

Ashton and Luke came back and we all shouted 'surprise!' at them. The music started playing (we hired a DJ) and blaring through the speakers at an inhumanely loud volume.

I walk through the crowd of talking and dancing people holding glasses filled with whatever kind of alcohol Michael and Calum bought.

I was kind of intimidated since all of the girls here were wearing mini dresses, skirts, high heels and all, their hair and make up done to perfection. And here I was with my gray muscle tee, black leather jacket, ripped skinny jeans and black Doc Martins, my brown hair in a high pony tail; the only noticeable make up I had on me was the red lipstick (not Taylor Swift red, though). So walking through the crowd, I felt pretty insecure and self conscious.

"Happy kind of birthday Ash!" I shout through the loud music to Ashton who giggled, his dimples popping out.

"Thanks Addie!" he shouts back.

"I didn't really know what to get you, but.." I say handing him a gift bag.

He smiles and opens the bag revealing the purple 'ponies forever' shirt and the new bandanas I bought for him.

"Woah!" he laughs. "They're perfect!"

"Another shirt to add to your terrible purple shirt collection." I smirk at him.

"Hey, now-"

"There's still something else in there though." I laugh.

He raises his eyebrow and takes the small white envelope. "What's this?"

"Umm..it's like this claim stub kinda thing for the beat box I got you." I say and both his eyes and his smile widen. "You just have to pick it up down the music store, like the closest one here. Like I know you have a lot of beat boxes, but I really didn't know what to get you, and I was like he's a drummer so why not get him a-" Ashton cuts off my rant by giving me a tight hug.

"Shut up Ad, it's perfect." he giggles, letting go. "Thank you"

"You're welcome" I laugh.

"But seriously though, you really really didn't need to get me anything,"