a/n: just a few things before I start: 1) each chapter is most likely going to be divided in two different point of views. And 2) Jenna is based on Jenna McDougall from Tonight Alive, Katie is Katie Cole from DangerKids, and Karen is Karen Gillan. :-) enjoyyyy
"I'm telling you, Jenna. The only reason he's with her is because he hasn't met me yet. Trust me on this one. One day, during a concert or a meet and greet or something, he's going to see me in the crowd, and fall madly in love with me. I'm telling you, it's gonna happen."
The green-haired girl beside me rolled her eyes, taking a bite into her sandwich as she resumed scrolling through her phone. "Seriously, Luke. No. He's like - what? - twenty-five? Why would he settle for a high-school student when he has super models throwing themselves at him? Plus, isn't he straight?"
I huffed, pouting at her. "He's not twenty-five," I spat, as if that age was unthinkable. "He's twenty. It's only a three year age difference. And his girlfriend isn't a model, she's an actress. She's quite good, too - she's that Amy girl, in Doctor Who! - but he belongs with me. And no! He swings both ways!"
"I love you, Luke, but you're getting delirious," Jenna scoffed, shaking her head in disappointment as she looked over at me. "You've never even met him. Now stop with your theories and finish your food, we have class soon."
I grumbled something in response but did as I was told.
Allow me to explain my situation to you. I don't think anyone understands my love for Calum Hood, the bass player of my favourite band. In my eyes, he was basically the definition of perfection. He was tall and pretty much sculpted by the gods. When he smiled, his eyes would crinkle cutely and when he spoke, my heart would melt. And oh my god, don't get me started on his personality. He was a ray of sunshine, despite his tough appearance. He was the sweetest person in the world and I knew he would do anything to help someone in need. He was just that selfless and kind and-
A smack on the back of my head knocked me out of my fangirling, and I pouted at Jenna, who was putting her stuff back into her red and black school bag. "I told you the bell was going to ring. Now you're just going to have to go to maths class hungry."
I grumbled under my breath as I got up and packed away my things, silently hoping that I would be able to get out of this hell hole soon. All I wanted to do was go home, listen to music, and maybe stare at Calum some more. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.
At least Calum didn't have to deal with shitty teachers and classmates. All he had to do was be on stage and slay on bass, then meet adoring fans, take some photos, and spend time with his gorgeous girlfriend. Gosh, what I'd give to have his life...
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On the other side of the Earth, at the very same time, I was desperately trying to wade through crowds of fans, simply wanting to get back to my hotel room and sleep. We had just come back from playing a show, and we had the next day off. I didn't want to spend it being exhausted.
I didn't know when my band got so famous - only last year we were playing Warped Tour, and now we were signed to a major label. I just knew I didn't like the crowds that came with it. I was never very good with a lot of people, so this kind of crowd was making me incredibly uncomfortable.
Finally, I managed to make it into the hotel, breathing out a sigh of relief. I was the first one of my band in the hotel, and it didn't surprise me. Our guitarist, Michael, loved the fans so much, even when they mobbed him, and our drummer Katie could never say no to them. I felt bad for trying to get away, I did, but I would rather disappear into the depths of my bedsheets than take out my frustrations on the fans.
I slowly made my way up to my room, knowing fully well that my girlfriend Karen would be in there, expecting something from me. The thought of it made my stomach turn a little.
When I stepped into the room, she was on the phone, her back turned to me. Luckily she was fully dressed, because there have been numerous occasions where I'd found her lying in our bed, scarcely dressed and awaiting my touch.
It's not that I didn't like her. I did, quite a lot actually. I found her mesmerising, and I did enjoy her company, but sometimes everything was just a bit... Much.
I was working on taking off my shoes and jacket when she hung up the phone and turned to me with a big smile, brushing her long ginger hair away from her face. "So guess what, Cal?"
"Hmm, tell me?" I asked, throwing my shoes to the corner of the room before looking up at her. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her grinning so widely.
"They're shooting one of the Doctor Who Christmas specials soon, as you know, and they said that they want me to make a guest appearance!" she giggled excitedly, sitting down beside me.
"That's great babe!" I exclaimed, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "I'm so happy for you."
"The only problem is that shooting starts really soon," she explained, her smile faltering only the tiniest bit. "Which means I need to fly out to England, so I won't be with you for the end of the tour."
I was a little disappointed, but I wouldn't let it show. This was what she had wanted, after all, and I knew she felt bad really easily. "That's alright," I smiled, pulling her into my arms as I lay back on the bed. "I'll see you afterwards, yeah? It's only two weeks till tour ends. I'll be alright."
"Yeah, you've got this," she smiled up at me, kissing the bottom of my jaw before relaxing into my hold. She soon fell asleep, and I disentangled myself from her long limbs before quietly creeping into the en-suite shower. I stripped off my clothes, tossing them in a corner, before stepping into the shower and turning on the overhead jet.
I just stood under the warm water for a bit, thinking about my life. I had everything I ever dreamed of, and I was truly happy with how my life was going, but why did I wish so desperately for a break? I just wanted to have one day where I wasn't famous, and didn't have to deal with paparazzi, a snobby entourage, and mobbing fans.
After taking my time in the shower, I got out, drying myself and pulling on a pair of pyjama pants. I stepped out of the bathroom, immediately going to flip the main lights off, before grabbing my phone and sliding in bed beside Karen once again. I tweeted something about the show being great, which is definitely was, before slowly drifting off to sleep, images of my life before the major fame running through my mind.
a/n: yes, another note, sorry!! I just want to thank you all for being amazing. I reached 1K followers today and I'm really really speechless cause it does actually mean a lot to me. You guys are wonderful. Thank you so much for liking my work. xx