Simmer Down // 5SOS

“Why? What’s going on?” I looked over his shoulder and saw a bunch of girls outside the doors, singing something loudly. “...standing there, in my American Apparel underwear...” Ciara stood up and wiped her hands nervously on her skirt. “Oh my god.” Beck nodded, and grinned. “Don’t get too excited. They’re due to pull up-“ he looked down at his watch, “right about now.” As if on cue, a familiar black car drew up to the front of the Hilton, and Beck moved back to the door. Ciara brushed her hair out of her face and shot me a quick smile. “Just act normal,” she whispered. I frowned. What the hell? Wait on a second. Special guests, Ciara said. Fancy cars on the street. Screaming girls. Of course. I put the pieces together, knowing what was about to happen next but really, really, REALLY not wanting to believe it. Out of all the places in Sydney with vacancies for a summer job, I choose the one accommodating 5 Seconds of Summer. 'You.' 'Us.' Ashton walked up to the counter and grinned.

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5. Spiderman Tricks

i apologise for the delayy but school sucks and yeah. also, i've been having post-concert depression from the 5sos concert in sydney THAT I DIDN'T GET TICKETS TO UGHH and now im just accepting the fact i will never meet them :( but hey, have a chapter x
ps. sorry it's really short, the next one is being written right now :) it's starting to get exciting!
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Yuck. 


I stood infront of the bathroom mirror, carefully examining myself. The alarm clock woke me up 10 minutes ago, and I'd practically thrown myself into the shower, in order to get my eyes open properly. 


Now I looked like a drowned rat - my hair was slightly dry and the tips were still dripping. 


I had slightly wavy, slightly straight dark brown hair that fell down to my collarbones. I spent a lot of time swimming, so my skin was tanned and my shoulders were wide. I had light brown eyes and dark lashes that Ciara had complimented me on, but I couldn't see the appeal. I wasn't extremely tall or skinny, and personally I thought Ciara was much prettier than I was. 


I shook my hair back and began to untwist the little knots. After untangling the mess, I finished brushing it and lent over to grab the little tube of mascara. Being a non-believer of makeup, I wore very little, and because I knew Cee would be wearing foundation, I applied a few strokes to my eyelashes. 


I sighed again as I pulled on the tight uniform. I wasn't sure where I was going to be working today, but then again, if my luck continued, I'd probably find myself back at the reception desk - the place with a high chance of me meeting Ashton again -  not a good thing. 


I headed downstairs and logged onto the computer. Ciara was nowhere to be found, but she had already registered at the reception, like I had predicted, so I just added my name next to hers. The second I pressed 'ENTER' the phone rang. 


I jumped and swore loudly.   

Where the hell is Ciara? What if it's Ashton?


The phone kept ringing and I sat staring at it like a downright idiot, internally battling myself. Just before I reached forward to pick it up, it fell silent. 


Phew. I fell backwards into the chair, really unprofessionally. Luckily, the foyer was empty - right?


The next second, the lift bell pinged, and two guys came tumbling out. I sat up straight, and flattened my shirt and hair.  Ummm, Emma, you look like you're doing nothing. Pulling the mouse towards me, I clicked on something random and pretended to be fully interested in whatever was on the screen. 


I saw the guys coming out of the corner of my eye, and my breath hitched. 


Ciara, if you're coming, now would be a good time. 


'Excuse me?'


I looked up at the faces of Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford. They were both looking back, smiling a bit cautiously. I relaxed a bit, remembering what Cee taught me last night. They're normal people - act normal. I sent them a grin. 


'Hi - what can I do for you?'


They both seemed to relax too, easy smiles spreading across their faces. Luke placed his hands on the counter and drummed his fingers. 


'We called, like, 3 minutes ago? And no one answered-'


Oooops


'Sorry, that was kind of my fault.'


Michael waved a hand. 


'Hey, no problem. We needed to get out anyway.'


Luke grinned playfully, and whacked Michael's chest. 


'The breakfast buffet at this hotel is too good. We needed the exercise,' he laughed, 'You should give our compliments to the chef - this is the first hotel we've stayed at that serves pizza for breakfast, and it's amazing!'


I giggled, and nodded. 


'I'll pass on the message. So, what were you guys after?'


'Oh! Yeah, sorry, um, we were wondering if we could get the keys for the auditorium on level 5. We booked it and everything, but we couldn't get in.'


Michael ran a hand through his wild hair, ruffling it up. 


'I was all for climbing out the window and getting in Spiderman style, but for some strange reason,' he glared at Luke, 'everyone shut me down.'


Luke raised a perfect eyebrow and chuckled. 


'And you wonder why.'


I laughed. 


'Well, I have the keys here if you want them, but you got to promise me you won't go climbing out any 5th floor windows, or try any Spiderman tricks.'


I winked at Michael and Luke, and they grinned back. 


'We won't!'


'You promise?'


Michael held out his pinky for me to shake. 


'I pinky-swear.'


I laughed and reached out, twisting my little finger around his before sliding the keys across the counter to Luke. 


Suddenly, loud footsteps came echoing down the hall, and we all froze. 


'EMMA - you won't  believe-'


Ciara came streaking around the corner, crashing straight into Luke.


'Ow!' She grunted, her arms flailing about as she tried to regain her balance. Luke leant out and grabbed her waist, steadying her. 


'Oh - thankyou...' She looked up at his face and froze. 
Her eyes lingered on Luke's face before they moved to the desk, where Michael and I were still standing, our pinkies intertwined across the countertop.   

There was an awkward silence, before I stepped away from Michael and offered her a small smile.   

'Good morning Ciara?'


She blinked a few times, and took a deep breath. 


'Hey Em. Hi, uhhh-'


She looked back up at Luke, who was still holding her firmly. He coughed, and unwrapped his arm from around her waist, and held out his hand instead. Ciara shook it slowly. 


'Hi, um. I, my name's Luke.'


'Michael.' Michael grinned and gave her a quick wave. 


She was dumbfounded. She looked back at Luke, then at Michael, then turned to me. I almost smiled at her expression.  Time to jump in and save her. 


'Anyway. So the guys wanted the key to the auditorium upstairs and I checked the bookings and they have it rented out for today, so I gave it to them. Is that all good?'


She seemed to wake up a bit, and she pinched her cheeks softly before coming and standing next to me, behind the desk.


'Yes, that's right. Is there anything else you need?'


Michael shook his head. 'We're all good for the moment I think-'  

'You know, if you're not too busy, you can come up and hang out with us. I mean, we don't get to actually talk to a lot of girls who aren't totally screaming, so it would be nice, well, if you wanted?'


Luke butted in, looking at me first before resting his eyes shyly on Ciara. He was a little nervous, which was cute, and his hands were making all these fumbling movements. Ciara didn't seem to notice. She was nodding avidly. 


Michael and I exchanged a knowing grin. 


'Well, we'll see. There's a lot of stuff to do down here today, right Cee?'


'Oh no, not really. Just a few things here and there. We could spend lunch with you maybe? If you don't mind, of course...'


She blushed a little, and fidgeted with her skirt. 


Oh, this was just adorable. It looked like she had forgotten Beck the moment she came around that corner. Michael was wiggling his eyebrows at me, and making love binoculars behind their backs, and I couldn't help but giggle. 


Luckily, Luke was too busy to notice. 


'Oh, that's no problem! I'll see you at lunch!'


Michael made a 'hello?-me-too' face' and Luke quickly corrected himself. 


'Sorry, we'll see you at lunch then Ciara and Emma. Nice to meet you.'


'Oh! You too!' I let her reply on behalf of both of us, and I waved. 


He gave her one last smile before Michael shunted him back towards the elevator, keys jangling in his pocket.


'See you later!'


'Bye!'


The bell dinged and the door closed after them. Ciara let out a long breath of air and leant against the desk for support. I smiled and sat back down, grabbing a stack of forms to finish filling out. 


'They were just there, right?'


'Yes, silly. Of course they were.'


She sighed. 'Luke Hemmings caught me before I fell.'


I grinned. 'Beck.'


'Beck who?'


Her face was so blank that I cracked up. A look of understanding dawned on her face, and she waved her hands frantically. 


'Oh no! No, I get it, I was just -- no! I know who Beck is, I didn't forget, I just...'


I shot her a pointed look. 


'...you just forgot?'


She sighed and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. 


'Yeahh. But Luke asked me-'


'-us-'


'to hang out with him-'


'-his band-'


'when we're free!'


'-on our lunchbreak.'


She made a face.


'I would give up my lunch break any day to get to be with Luke Hemmings. You didn't have his arms around your waist. Ahh!'


She pretended to faint and I rolled my eyes. 


'I'm sorry, but I am  so not going up there at lunch. What if Ashton's there?'


She stopped, and tapped her chin. 


'I didn't think of that actually. Hmm, who cares, come anyway. Hang out with Michael, I dont know. It'll be fun!'


I shook my head.


'As much as I like Michael, and Luke, I don't want to go and hang with them with a 99% chance of Ashton being around. Nuh-uh. No way, Jośe, not today.'


Ciara pouted.


'Pleeeeeeease? Just for me? I don't want to go alone!'


'I'm sorry Cee. But I don't want to take my chances. Next time I run into Ashton, I might bite his head off. And anyway-' I smirked at her, 'You won't be alone. Lukey will be there for you...'


She scowled. 


'Fine, but next time, you come with me. Whether you like it or not.'


I could deal with that. Hopefully Ashton will forget who I am by then. 
I pushed my chair out and dumped a stack of folders into her arms. 


'Whatever. Now - are you going to help me get this shitty tax work done or not?'
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