You'll Always Be Beautiful~ Luke Hemmings

Pt. 1

You had been on tour with your four best friends in the world, otherwise known as 5 Seconds Of Summer. It was amazing being able to go on tour with them, and seeing how passionate they were about their music and their fans really made me smile. What always made me smile was the image of Luke Hemmings, a.k.a the person who introduced me to this band, and also my boyfriend-of-eight-months, running off of the stage, sweating and laughing along with the other boys. 

Except for today.

While the boys were performing, I was scrolling through my Twitter timeline. A lot of the fans were really nice to me and supportive of me and Luke's relationship. There would always be the haters though. I told myself I need to get used to it, I'm dating a rock star. There will be hate. But it always hurt. It hurt worse today, because Luke and I's relationship was a bit strained lately. We've been fighting a lot. I know it's just the pressure because everyone is expecting them to release their new album soon, and they haven't finished all the songs so they're rushing to get them done. But still. 

One tweet in particular really stood out to me. 

"Hey, money grubbing bitch. I don't know why Luke even puts up with your fat ass. If I was him, I would've dumped your ass at a gym a long time ago and never came back."

That hurt. But the worst part is, they were right. I was fat. I've always had self confidence issues, and this wasn't making them any better. Why did Luke put up with me? He could do a lot better than me. I didn't want to drag him down.

The boys came running back from the stage, jumping and running and shoving like the crazy humans they are. Luke grabbed me and planted a big kiss on my lips.

"Hey, beautiful," he mumbles, smiling against my lips.

"Ew, guys, PDA. Get a room!" Calum yelled in our direction.

"Shut up, Cal," me and Luke said in unison.

Everyone laughs. But mine is a little forced.

"Babe, I need to talk to you when we get back to the apartment," I whisper into his ear as he throws his arm around my shoulders.

He looks at me, a worried frown on his face.