5SOS Preferences

First Public Picture (T)

LUKE

You had heard the rumors and you didn’t mind them. Even the ridiculous ones about you being his half-sister once removed did nothing, but cause a tiny smile to creep up on your face. All that mattered was that you and Luke were in agreement with one another, the rest of the world could talk about what they didn’t know and you wouldn’t bat an eye. 

The first chance you had to see him since he took off for the next tour with One Direction was when he had a day off in Toronto. The idea of being followed by any paparazzi didn’t even occur to you. You were staying in downtown Toronto, not on Rodeo Drive in Hollywood. However, you had overlooked the fact that some fans would be skipping school to wait outside of the King Edward Hotel where Five Seconds of Summer were staying.

With fear just beginning to surface in your eyes, you sat with your legs crossed at the ankles in a cushioned lobby chair, waiting for Luke to collect directions on how to get to Kensington Market. The girls all looked, in a word, ‘nice’, but excited and willing. You remembered mentally bullying yourself when you and Luke first spoke to one another, he approaching you at a house party while you were sitting in a lawn chair, keeping warm by a well built bonfire in the backyard. You kept staring at the sleeves of your autumn coat, playing with the ends of it with your bitten fingernails. Any time you two locked eyes, you felt your stomach tighten and it was terrifying. You couldn’t even remember your cell phone number when he asked for it. These girls looked like they could just walk right up to him and have no qualms about giving him anything he wanted right then and there. You almost admired their confidence while being a bit overwhelmed by it. 

"Alright. I think I got it now." Luke nodded affirmatively, coming up from behind and standing right in front of you with a printed page from Google Maps. "Ken says we could take the subway, but I want to walk. You up for a walk?" 

You were still watching the waiting row of mostly females outside behind him, but eventually you clued into his voice and started to stand up onto your feet. 

"Ken? What?" Squinting, you narrowed in on his sleepy blue eyes.

"That’s the guy at the desk. Ken." Luke nodded over your head, waving at the man who had just helped him out. The myth about guys not asking for directions was debunked by Luke. He liked to know where he was going, organization was a turn on. "Let’s walk. I wanna see the city." Luke shrugged as he started to fold the printer paper into fours until it was a square that fit in the pocket of his extra tight jeans.

"Let’s." Pulling the strap of your bag over your shoulder, you smiled and began to walk ahead of him. He had barely been able to read out for your hand to hold in his by the time you had bustled out the door, telling yourself to just be cool.

No one paid any attention to you as you left, but once Luke came out of the heavy gold glass door, you were both just krill to whales. You glanced over your shoulder as girls approached Luke with pep in their step and arms in the air, but that was where you made your biggest mistake. 

Locking eyes with a girl about your age, she gasped and approached you as if you were Luke, “Are you, [Y/N]?” She peeled her eyes wide and pointed directly at your neck; making you glance down over yourself. Luke was standing for pictures graciously while your tongue tied itself into a sailor’s knot. “Are you and Luke a thing?” She asked right away. 

"Um…I…I am no and I is…what?" You felt your mouth go dry as a string of nonsense fell from it, so you turned around and started to head left, just assuming it was the right way. 

After one more picture, Luke excused himself cordially and bustled by their hands and screams to catch up to you. Once more, he reached for your hand, but you denied it by keeping your own fingers locked together in front of your baggy sweater.