5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

Little Me | High School AU | Part 5

Luke:

”Are you nervous?” Michael asked, as he was sitting on top of one of the racks on the stage, fixing some of the lamps. “It doesn’t feel like it.” Luke shrugged, fixing his leather jacket slightly, the white t shirt inside, making him hotter than ever. “Just imagine the whole crowd in underwear.” He joked, jumping down from the rack. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Luke said unsure making Michael laugh. “Don’t worry. You’ll be good.” Mikey reassured before pressing a button on his remote. All 4 lamps pointing towards the stage was now turned on, the light burning Luke and Michael’s skin as they stood in the middle of the stage. “How am I going to imaging them in underwear, I can barely see anything.” Luke complained making Michael laugh. “I don’t know. Mrs. Chanre wanted it to be as bright as possible.” Sure did.” Luke mumbled. “I have to go down to the make-up room now, Mrs. Chanre’s order.” Luke announced, and Michael nodded in reply, pressing different buttons on the remote, seeing the lights change position and colors. Walking down the stairs towards the dressing room, he saw you sitting in one of the chairs, Rebecca doing your make-up whilst Lisa was curling your hair. “Lukey!” Rebecca said in excitement, pulling out a chair for him. As he sat down Rebecca went on doing his make up as she was done with you whilst you went over to stand behind the carpet seeing the empty seats starting to fill in. The sudden deep breathing coming from your mouth made Luke snap his head towards you, looking concerned. “Y/N you’re ok right?” He asked, making you look towards him mouth agape, before shutting it quietly, nodding on your head. “Okay.” Luke trailed off unsure, turning his gaze towards Rebecca again. A sudden fear in your chest made you remove your body from the carpet, the bones in your legs moving you towards the exit room quietly. “Where is Y/N?” Mrs. Chanre yelled down the changing room, making every student in the room to turn around in unison, everyone trying to get an eye on you. “Rebecca when did you last see her?” Chanre commanded making Rebecca’s eyes go wide. “I- I don’t know.” She stammered, making Chanre groan. “We need to find her. Show is on in 13 minutes.” She rambled on making every student in the changing room panic, Luke standing up in his chair, not caring anymore about his make-up. “She was just there.” He pointed towards the carpet you were softly touching, and he smacked his hand against his face, letting it fall down to his chin. That’s when he realized something. His eyes went wide, and he stormed out into the hall making Michael run after him. “Dude you can’t just leave now.” He pointed, making Luke push through Michael. “I know where she is.” He yelled, running down the hall towards the exit of the schools theater, Michael bringing out a “yes” before heading back towards the stage. Luke ran down the path of the field, running towards the end of it down the rack where the view was pointing towards the lake of the town. Seeing your small frame illustrate from the sun made him speed up, slowing down when he was close enough. “Y/N.” He breathed, your back still facing him, making you take a deep breath shutting your eyes. “I can’t.” You mumbled through tears that were starting to break, which made Luke come closer. Letting his fingers intertwine with you from behind, he pulled your back into his chest, letting his head rest on your shoulder. The scent from your loose curls, hairspray hitting his nostrils made him let out a little gag but didn’t remove from you. “I know you can do this.” He mumbled into your neck, letting a few kisses fall from his lips towards your warm skin. The comfort from Luke presence made you lean more into his touch, himself pleased with your movements. “I know you can do it babe. You just gotta believe in yourself. He whispered in your ear, giving you a light peck on the cheek afterwards. Silence felt on both of you, the only sound around was the win, and the orange color from the sun now hitting in your face.   

Calum:

“Calum, I wanna see you after practice.” Coach Hanson ordered, as all the players were out on the field, stretching out there muscles after a hard workout. “Have I done something bad?” Calum said, yet he still knew what the answer would be. “We’ll talk about that.” Hanson informed, writing something down on his paper, before walking back to his original position. “What did he say?” Luke asked as Hanson was out of sight, looking worriedly at Calum. “He just wants to talk to me.” Cal mumbled, making Luke give him a sympathetic look. “Do you think it has anything to do with Y/N?” Luke asked as he placed his arms around his head, Calum doing the same. “I don’t know. But I have the feeling that it has something to do with her.” As the boys were done stretching out, they all headed towards the changing room, expect Calum. “So Calum Hood, what did I do to you?” Hanson fired out making Calum’s face expression change to a confused one. “I’m not done talking.” Hanson informed, silencing Calum. “Y/N’s foot is sprained. She’s on crutches. Can’t play for the next 3-4 weeks. What were you doing with that bucket in your hands?” Hanson said sternly, fire clear in his voice. Calum backed away slightly, afraid of Hanson’s expression. “It was Maranda okay! I hadn’t anything to do with this. I know that you’re mad, I would too if my favorite player was injured and the game happens to be in just a week. But I can’t change what Maranda did, and the little fact that she know that I like Y/N makes it 10 times harder for me because Y/N thinks it was me who made the floor smooth.” Calum almost yelled angrily, making Hanson’s face expression soften. “It was Maranda’s fault?” He asked in shock, his voice almost in a whisper. Nodding at Hanson’s words, Hanson almost broke the checklist he was holding in his hands, making Calum look at him in shock. “She’s not playing on our team. She has been removed to the opposite. And without Y/N.” Hanson trailed off; himself imagining what was going to happen. “I suggest that you go talk to Y/N.” Hanson added, making Calum pout. “She won’t answer her phone. And I have no idea where she is.” Hanson grabbed a schedule out from his bag, looking through it. “She’s in art right now. Go talk to her.” Hanson informed, making Calum grab his bag. “Thank you coach.” Calum smiled, starting to sprint down the field. “And Calum.” Hanson yelled making Cal turn around. “Good luck.” He smiled, making Calum stick his tongue out, pulling up a thumbs up. | “Does it hurt much?” Violet asked, as you were sitting with your pencil, red drops dripping down on your apron. “I did at first. But after I got some ice on and some band, the pain started to get numb.” You smiled letting your pencil draw some weird patterns, your smile never leaving. “You seem happy.” Violet questioned, laughing slightly. “It’s the painkillers. Makes me a bit kookelekoo.” You brought your hand to your mouth whispering it. The door to the art room opened and your smile started to disappear as you saw Calum standing in the doorway, breathless. “Oh well.” Violet mumbled, standing up from her art stool. “I’ll let you uh – have some alone time to talk.” She mumbled, heading towards the door Calum was standing in. “She’s on pills. You’ll properly survive.” She whispered, making Calum raise one eyebrow. Shutting the door after Violet went out, he looked at you for a moment, before walking over to Violets chair. “Hi.” He mumbled quietly, looking over at your pinkish foot, the bang invisible for the massive cozy sock you were wearing. You were about to say something before Calum silenced you. “Before you say anything, I’m so sorry that you had to go through this. I wasn’t a part of anything that happened with Maranda. It was all her idea and I would not even dream about hurting you. I really hope you know that.” He spoke up, making you sigh silently. “So you weren’t the one who made the floor slippy.” You asked quietly making Calum shake his head. “Am I forgiven?” Calum joked, making a smile creep on your lips. “Yeah, you’re forgiven.”