Fake Love - Luke Hemmings

Chapter 8

Tiffs POV –

As soon as those words left Ashton’s mouth I jumped in excitement. I always knew that they would make it far and this is bloody far. They get to meet One Direction, lucky bastards

“When do you guys leave?” I asl, giddy and slightly light headed. Hahaha

“Next week” Cal shouts and we all cheer. That soon? I’ll have to find a place to stay in a few days, or now. Maybe now would be the better time

“Well if youll excuse me, I have to go ring my mother and see if I can stay at hers” I say leaving the room. They all turn on their heels to look at me

“There is no way we are going on tour without our best friend, you are coming” Mikey says dragging me into a group hug. God how I hated these. They always push me in the middle and I end up being crushed by their heavy bodies. Except I was bound to die now because for the first time Luke joined in.

“Guys, I actually like breathing so can you let me do it” I say trying so hard to let air into my lungs that were currently being squished. They all release me laughing but I don’t get why

“Why are you guys laughing? Is almost killing me really that fun for you?” I smirk and they all shake their head at once. Luke opens his mouth to tell me but a giggle comes out instead

“You said do ‘it’” He chuckles and the others burst out laughing. God they are so childish. At this moment and time I felt extremely sorry for their families. I mean how could Ben and Jack put up with Luke, and I felt so sorry for Lauren and Harry for having to put up with Ash. Still I considered them as family. Crazy, stupid family. I just pushed Luke’s shoulder playfully and went downstairs to get a drink. Footsteps followed soon after but I guessed someone was hungry. Gulping down my drink, I turn to see Luke staring at me

“What?” I giggle and he just smiles. He walks closer to me and soon crashes his lips onto mine. At first I am too shocked to kiss back but I soon melt into him. For some strange reason I missed this feeling. The feeling if, dare I say it, fireworks and butterflies in my stomach. What kind of friendship do we have. I mean we have just become friends and we are already kissing. He pulls away slowly, his eyes fluttering open seconds after the kiss

“What was that for?” I whisper, my lips still centimetres away from his. He backs off slightly and I stare at him confused

“Just another-erm- practise. You know for he cameras” He says and walks back upstairs where the boys were still shouting and celebrating. Ok then. Soon after I followed so the boys wouldn’t suspect anything. Luke was just in the room sitting on the bed quietly, smiling at the boys whislt they talked about how amazing the tour would be.

They didn’t leave for another week so it would be enough time to say goodbye to my parents and get packed. I planned on only bringing the best clothes I had since I would be spending time with One Direction. Also a lot of make up because in the morning I look the equivalent of Shrek. I am so excited. Its always been a dream of mine to meet One Direction

---One week later---

“GUYS, COME ON WERE GOING TO MISS OUR FLIGHT!” I scream up the stairs and soon four tired looking boys trudge down them, yawning. I shake my head slightly and look at them. A few days ago I imagined them being the first ones up and literally jumping up and down with excitement. But right now, I think I was the only one awake.

“Come on boys, lighten up. You have like 23 hours to sleep” I say patting Ashs back as he lifts his suitcase into the car

“Is that how long it takes to get to London?” Mikey yawns and I laugh. God these boys are far to lazy