Reality Hurts (Luke Hemmings)

This is a story from my wattpad account so im not stealing it from myself.

Kristina Morris's life is pretty simple and uninteresting. She is a senior in high school and hasn't left Iowa since she was a toddler. An oppurtunity arises to see her favorite band (5SOS) and she snatches it faster than Fat Amy going for a cheesecake.

This has Little Mix and One Direction as not famous but 5SOS is.

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4. 4. Wrong Number

"Maybe they are all unstable and don't understand the need for women to meet their idols. It has to be a guy thing. Imbeciles..." Perrie was ranting on about the sheer stupidity of the demo team who wrecked my art wall. She was pacing in my living room when we were supposed to be watching Frozen.

"Maybe it was a sign, Pear. Maybe God didn't think I belong with any of the guys. Maybe I'm better off without the contest and the painting and artwork in general," I mumbled. I laid down on my couch and tucked my hands under my head for a pillow.

"Now sit down, my mom just got this for me and I can't even watch it." The movie happened to be the surprise my mom wanted to give me but she heard about the demolition so I got it early.

"No." She stopped for a moment and bit her lip, deep in thought. "Didn't you take pictures?"

"Yeah but-"

"You idiot! We could send in those pictures and explain what happened to the nice people at the radio station! They will understand the dire grapple at hand!" Perrie cried as she sat on me, bouncing up and down.

"But it- wasn't fin- ished. Stop- bouncing!" I smacked her away. She smacked her lips and hopped up, crossing her arms. "I hadn't finished it though. What does dire... Apple mean anyways?"

"You told me you were almost done anyways! Hun, it's 'dire grapple' and it means 'terrible struggle.' Let's leave the first grade vocabulary, shall we? Where are the pictures?"

"On my phone but-" Perrie immediately began searching for my iPhone. She was looking without reason but I let her continue her cold trail as I sat with it in my the pocket of my jeans.

"If you don't tell me where your phone is right now, I'm going to eat all of your Nutella... With my finger!" Perrie shoved her first finger in my face. I was a huge germ-a-phobe and hated double dipping, finger dipping and anything of the sort of germ sharing. I rolled my eyes at her empty threat but sat up, trying to get a better look at my TV. She stuck her tongue out at me and darted towards my kitchen. She reappeared holding my jar of Nutella in her hand, The lid gone. Her finger wiggled tauntingly above the rim.

"You wouldn't."

"Oh?" She popped her finger in her mouth and pulled it out. Her now saliva ridden finger only millimeters from my favorite guilty pleasure.

"Here!" I quickly rushed to her and traded my phone for the Nutella. Perrie smiled triumphantly as I headed to the kitchen to find the familiar white lid.

"Almost finished... Okay, all sent in!" Perrie exclaimed excitedly as I returned. She set my phone on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Okay... What now?" I asked nervously as I sat down.

"Now... we wait."

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"Get up off your lazy bum, today is the day we get a call from the station and they tell me I get to meet my future husbands!" Perrie began jumping on my bed. I pulled my pillow over my head and held it firmly over my ears as she began screaming 'Out of My Limit.'

"YOU'RE JUST A LITTLE BIT OUT OF MY LIMIT! IT'S BEEN-"

"Perrie, I will get up if you stop jumping and screaming. I swear you are a child," I said calmly. Well, as calm as one could get as another was bounding wildly across you. I was dreading this day. Its been a week since Saturday and the radio puts the winner on their site after they get a phone call. I'm sure it won't be me.

"I will stop jumping when you get up, I see we have a dilemma."

"Oh my God Perrie! I'm literally going to shove my foot so far up your-"

I was interrupted by Beethoven's Für Elise playing on my phone. I threw the pillow from my face and scrambled to get my phone on my nightstand before Perrie could. We started wrestling for it, knowing it could possibly be the radio. I finally put Perrie in a complicated hold as I answered the phone.

"Hello?" I panted.

"Oh, sorry. Did we interrupt something?" A boy with a very familiar Australian accent asked.

"No... Is this Michael? As in, the Michael Clifford from the most beautiful band in the world?" I released Perrie and stood by the end of my bed. She pulled my arm away from my face to try and get a listen but I smacked get away.

"Bish, what? I want to hear!" She whispered loudly at me. I frowned at her but put the phone on speaker.

"Yeah this is Micheal, is this Kristina Morris?"

"Uh... Yes. Did I win the radio contest?" Perrie looked at me with wide eyes and her mouth hanging open.

"Not exactly... We called to tell you your art was actually the least popular choice but thanks for the entry!"

He hung up.

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Luke's POV

"Bet you she is crying right now," Ashton nudged my ribs with his elbow and chuckled. I shrugged, leaning into the wall behind me.

We were currently in Illinois on tour for the first time. A radio station from Iowa contacted our manager and let him know about the contest. They wanted us to call the winner personally but it was Ashton's idea to prank the poor girl. It felt a little cruel to me...

"Alright, you guys ready to call her back to let her out of her misery?" Michael asked.

"Yeah but let me call this time, she's probably furious at you," Calum insisted. Michael reluctantly passed along the hotel room phone.  Calum dialed the number the radio had given us and sat patiently, waiting for the other end to pick up.

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Kristina's POV

"Is this some kind of sick joke?! Do you like to pick girls up just to bring them down again?!" Perrie shouted into the phone as I lay on my bed tears falling silently. How could they call to tell me I'm a loser and won't be meeting them? " 'Oh, I'm Michael Clifford and I hate the feelings of my fans. They're all losers anyway.' " Perrie mocked a guy's voice into the phone. "You meanie head ass-"

She paused. I pulled the covers up to my chin but listened closely. I turned away from her, tired of seeing her wave her arms around.

"Krissy, they want to talk to you." Perrie's hand found my shoulder and squeezed lightly.

"Why? To remind me how big of a loser I am?" I spat.

"You won, they just thought it would be funny to prank you. Here." She tore the blankets from me and tucked my phone into my hand. I picked it up as I wiped my eyes.

"Yes?"

"Ms. Morris, I'm sorry we cranked you. We didn't think you would be hurt too badly. It was mostly Ashton's idea," I think, Calum said. I heard Ash in the back protesting.

"What if some one called you about your tour then told you you were terrible? Is that funny?"

"That happens every day for us, lovely." He laughed.

"Oh, sorry. So, I did win?"

"Yes and it looks like we have a date with you and three friends next Friday. Sound good?"

"Yes, very much so. Thank you for choosing me, I love you guys so much."

"No problem, we all send our love right back to you!"

I was hung up on by half of Five Seconds of Summer.

This was the best day of my life.

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