New Girl

One Year Later

(A/n): Okay so there's going to be a sudden change in POV's and it might jump back and forth between characters in some chapters from here on out.

It's been about a year since the boys dropped out and officially got on a roll with the band, known as 5 Seconds of Summer. Michael dyes his hair every .5 seconds, Luke pierced his lip and quiffed his hair, Ashton stopped straightening his hair (which I think his curls look much cuter on him) and Calum got a couple tattoos. They looked older but were still the same 4 silly boys I met a year ago. I was so proud of them. They were extremely talented and wonderful guys they deserved to make it big. I was so excited for them, until now, when I got a text from my bestie of the boys, Calum.

Hey, we're going to Starbucks after school. You have to come... we need to tell you something.

I was confused but responded quickly nonetheless.

Alright, see you then!

I was chewing my fingernails throughout all of 8th period. What could they possibly have in store now? And from the looks of Cal's text, it can't be good. He never uses '...' unless it's really bad. What felt like hours passed by and the final bell rang. I jumped out of my seat and dashed out of the classroom as fast as I could. I ran outside of the front but the boys weren't there. What's going on? I went home and changed into a black Rolling Stones t-shirt that had a huge cut in the back and hung off my left shoulder, a pair of ripped short-shorts and black vans. I messily fishtail braided my hair, sprayed a little bit of perfume before grabbing my keys and wallet and rushing to my car.

When I pulled into the Starbucks parking lot, I saw Ashton's minivan and mentally slapped myself for being late. I ran into the café and was immediately hit by cool air and the smell of coffee. The girl at the front, who looked maybe a few years older than me welcomed me with a smile. She was very pretty with mid-length dark hair, brown eyes and tan skin. Her badge read 'Emily' in cute, swirly font.

"Hi, welcome to Starbucks, what can I get you today?" she said politely. Knowing the boys were probably just seeing me, I regained my chill, took a deep breath and smiled back at her.

"Hi, I'll have a venti Vanilla Bean Frappuccino with a mocha drizzle," I said (OKAY I'M SORRY I GO TO STARBUCKS TOO MUCH BUT THIS IS WHAT I USUALLY GET IT'S REALLY GOOD YOU SHOULD TRY IT KAY). She entered my order into the system and looked back up at me.

"Ohh, good choice!" she said, "Name, please?"

"(Y/n)"

"Alright, we'll have it right out for you as soon as possible!" I smiled back at the girl and turned around and, as I suspected, I found the boys staring directly at me. I made my way over to them and they quickly rearranged themselves to make more room for me. I sat down in between Calum and Michael, who both had happy smiles but something sad, hesitant, was hidden in their eyes.

"So," I muttered, "What's going on? What'd you guys have to tell me?" all four of them looked down at the table, unable to make direct eye contact with me or even look at me. Calum was about to say something but was interrupted by the man at the bar.

"Venti Vanilla Bean Frappuccino with mocha drizzle for (y/n)!" he yelled. Ashton quickly stood up and retrieved my drink and set it down in front of me with an apologetic smile. There was more silence between us.

"Guys, seriously, what's going on, you're scaring me." I said, my voice shaky.

"Okay," Calum started, finally, "we wanted to tell you that," he paused for a moment. "That we'll be leaving for a few... several months." I stopped myself from taking the first sip of my drink. I had so many words yet I couldn't find the courage to speak.

Calum's POV

(Y/n) was frozen like a girl in a picture when I told her. She set her drink down but didn't look up from her lap.

"Y-you're leaving me?" she said meekly. Her voice was small and cracked as if she might cry and I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. I've seen (y/n) cry before but she usually lets it all out at once, there's no holding back. It's sad but sweet that she's trying to stay strong for us.

"Only for... uh... Ashton?" I said, trying to get the exact amount of months we'd be gone. He shifted in his seat awkwardly.

"Ahem," he coughed, "N-nine months." I had my arm around (y/n)'s shoulders and felt her muscles tense.

"I-I'm gonna be alone for that long?" I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She told us about her days in New York. She didn't have friends and everyone was so cruel to her. She was bullied, left out and unwanted by all the fake bitches at her school. All the guys were douchebags that just wanted her for her body and sex. She was alone. The isolation must've been unbearable. I don't want to put her back in that spot and I doubt she wants to go back to it. I glanced over at Michael who looked uneasy, angry almost.

"Mikey, you okay?" I asked. Suddenly, he jerked out of his seat.

"I'll be back." He grumbled before pulling out his phone, typing in a few things and storming out of the café with his phone up to his ear. Luke took his place and rested his head on (y/n)'s shoulder. Ashton reached out and grabbed her hand from across the table, brushing her knuckles gently with his thumb. We sat in silence for a while, all that could be heard from our table were (y/n)'s soft cries. I looked up and saw our good friend, Emily, who worked as the cashier here, standing by our table, sympathy painted in her eyes.

"Is there anything I can do?" she whispered. I shook my head and she nodded in understanding and walked back to the counter. Maybe Ems wouldn't mind befriending (y/n).

Moments past, eventually (y/n) stopped crying and sat there in silence. I knew there was a storm behind her silence though. Who knew what was running through her mind. Suddenly, Michael burst back into the café, a comical grin drawn on his face.

"You'll never guess what I did!" he said. Oh, lord, what now? You never know with Michael.

"What?" Luke asked.

"Well," Michael said in a way that said 'what I'm about to tell is super important so shut up and listen', "I talked to Matt and he said it'd be a great idea to bring someone else along on the tour and guess who got lucky?" he shot a suggestive glance at (y/n). My jaw dropped.

"You didn't." I gasped. (Y/n) lifted her head and stared at Michael with hopeful eyes. He smiled back at her and she beamed up at me.

"Oh, I did."