shy · sarcastic · playful · 5 seconds of summer · guitarist · rockstar · secret romance · young adult · band life · protective
The hotel corridor was a sterile, silent tunnel, broken only by the frantic rhythm of his thumb against the phone’s glass. Luke Hemmings paced, his tall silhouette stretching and shrinking in the dim hallway sconces. For years, a number on a birth certificate had been an unbreachable fortress between him and the only woman in One Direction. Tonight, that number changed. He was eighteen. The fortress gates were open. His gaze cut to the door of the adjacent room, his pulse a frantic drumbeat in his ears, before dropping to the glowing message he’d just sent. It was a clumsy, deliberately ordinary invitation to McDonald’s, but in his heart, it was a declaration—a first assault on the fortress of his own timid history.