how to have sex with a rock star || lh

18.

emo bc luke wbu

i hope this monday update makes ur day beTTER! EVEN THOUGH I JUST REMEMBERED THAT ITS NOT EVEN MONDAY ANYMORE IN MOST PLACES OOPs

qotc: how did you find this fanfic??

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'MORE 5sos groupie drama! Who is Kristen Mura?'

I read the headline of an article on some pop culture news website and frowned. I couldn't even understand how articles were being written about me and why I didn't even hear about it until now. I mean, did not going on twitter for a few weeks really make that much of a difference?

I was sitting in the corner of Luke's hotel room (a different one from last time, since they visited Australia and New York for a few days and then came back) and scrolling through his macbook that was sitting on the table. This was most definitely considered snooping, but it wasn't like I was poking through his files. I was just scrolling through his twitter feed.

And almost every other tweet on his feed was about me. There were tons of pictures of me that people kept tagging to their tweets. There were some of me leaving the hotel in Luke's shirt, some of me drinking coffee with Ashton, and there were even a few from the night before at dinner. I was being labeled as the "Lashton whore."

I scoffed at all of the tweets that were indirecting me when all of a sudden, I heard a rustling coming from the bed. I quickly(but quietly) closed his laptop before standing up out of the chair and walking towards the bed.

I sat down on the edge and looked at Luke who was still just a curled up lump of bed sheets.

"Psst." I hissed, poking at him. He groaned and I smiled. "Luke.." I cooed, poking him again.

"What?" He rolled over to face me and pulled the sheets down so his eyes peeked out. His hair was messy yet perfect and his eyes were squinty yet I could still see how sky blue they were.

"You slept." I commented, leaning on one of my arms to look Luke in the eyes. It was practically impossible not to look at him without wanting to giggle like a schoolgirl.

"Yeah?" He groggily asked. I laughed at his morning voice before responding.

"Yeah. A lot, actually." I looked over to the clock sitting on the bedside table and placed a hand over my mouth. "It's almost one!" It's not like I had never slept later than noon, but I definitely hadn't for a while.

"Ugh, seriously?" He chuckled and raised his head slightly to take a look at the clock himself. "It's Saturday, right?"

"Yep, the twenty-third.." I checked my phone before telling him. Wait... Saturday the twenty-third?! I glanced at my phone screen once again to confirm before jumping off of the bed.

"What is it?" Luke asked, perking up. I ran my fingers through my hair before groaning loudly, frantically looking around the room.

"I'm supposed to go to this, like, super important college interview." I scurried around the room, grabbing my clothes from the night before. I was currently wearing one of Luke's shirts and a pair of his pajama pants that I found, and there was no way I could wear the tight dress and high heels from the night before. "It's in.. thirty minutes." I whined.

"Al might have some clothes? She's practically been living in Ashton's hotel room." He stood up and stretched, walking over to me in only his underwear.

My eyes ran over his body as he stepped closer. He wrapped his arms around my body and I pushed him away.

"Stop tempting me." I laughed, standing on my toes to kiss his cheek.