Emma Tramway entered a contest to tour with 5 Seconds of Summer for a two blissful months. She never thought she'd win. Now, she's a seventeen year old girl, alone with four boys and the management. Unexpected romance starts to bud, and Emma finds herself torn between two very different guys. With all the odds stacked against her, what will happen when the contest is over and she has to choose who steals her heart? Winner of the 2014 BMA 5SOS Fanfiction award! :)


8. Chapter Eight

When I heard the sickening crack of a punch through the curtains in my bunk, instantly jump out with my heart pounding. Running into the kitchen I see Harry on the ground with his hand pressed to his jaw. Jesus Christ, did Luke do that?!

"Luke! What the hell are you doing?" I screamed. 

"He said-" He doesn't get a chance to finish, seeing as Harry kicks him in the balls.

I wince as Luke falls to the ground beside Harry, clutching his manhood. What the hell had I just started? 

"I guess you decided to to step up, Luke?" Harry growls, rubbing his already bruising jaw.

Sucking in a breath, Luke jumps up from the ground, leaning against the table for support, "No, I love her Harry! I love her! You can't just-"

"Stop it you two! Just stop!" I shout.

My makeup is already running down my face. All of this has gotten too out of hand... And I didn't know if any of it could be fixed anymore. 

"We're over Luke. I can't do this with you." I say quietly, my voice breaking. 

I hadn't decided on any of this happening, but I realized that it was the only way all of this would stop. I just couldn't hurt him anymore. 

Hurt flashes across his face as he starts to beg,"No, Emma, no, please-"

I cut him off, unable to hear his sweet voice without breaking down."I'm sorry Luke. I'm so tired of all of this. I'm just supposed to go to your concerts, and for the last two weeks, that's all I'll be doing. Then, I'm leaving." 

Harry gets up off the floor and sits down in a nearby chair, his expression is unreadable. I felt horrible for dragging him into all of this. 

"Emma, I-I love you. We'll work this out. I just can't lose you." Luke's eyes fill with tears. 

I quickly look away from his haunting face, trying to stand my ground. No matter how much it hurt me, I had to do what was right. 

"I love you too Luke. I love you too... And that's why I'm letting you go." 

I turn around, quickly shutting the kitchen door behind me as I hear them both calling after me. Right before I could burst, my phone starts buzzing on my bed. An unknown number flashes on the screen. I take a deep breath and put the phone up to my ear. 


"Hi! Is this Ms. Tramway speaking?" a perky voice answered. 

I let out a breath, realizing it was the doctors office,"This is she." 

"We just wanted to tell you that your test results came back negative. If you would like to schedule an appointment with Mr-" 

"Thank you." I said in the middle of her sentence before quickly hanging up. 

I wasn't pregnant... I didn't know wether to laugh or to cry. Of course I was thankful, I am way too young to be a mother and this meant that I could stay away from Luke for good, but it left me wondering if all of that was worth it. 

I was still stunned by the news when Ashton walked in from the back room. He shot me a cautious look before climbing up into the bunk above mine. I bit my lip, laying down on my bunk. I didn't know if I should talk to him or not, but I needed Luke to know. 

"Ash?" I whisper to the bunk above me. 

After a few seconds of silence, he answers me,"Yeah Emma?" 

"Would you just tell Luke and Harry that I'm negative? Please?" 

I hear him sigh through his closed curtains,"Yeah, I'll go now. Get some sleep Em." 

I didn't even question how he knew exactly what I was talking about. With all the screaming going on in this bus, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole country heard us. 

"Thank you." I whispered, letting my eyes close. 

"No, Emma. Thank you for teaching Luke how to love." 

My heart feels like it is breaking in a million pieces. I pull the covers over me, and I try to muffle the lifeless sobs that are somehow coming from me. 






I wish I could say that Luke and I remained friends. I wish I could say that we got back together. But we were doomed from the beginning. I still love him, after the week passed us by. I wish I could say that he still loved me, I wish I could say that our story had a happy ending, with a child and two married parents, Luke and I.

That's not how the story ended. 

Luke and I still love each other, our hearts still hurt, and neither of us have made the move to get back together with one another. I miss him terribly. I cuddle with his sweater that he left in my bunk one night, and one time, he caught me with it. His eyes widened, he smiled, and then he walked away grinning. I love that bastard. Now that the pregnancy scare was behind us, I had my whole life ahead of me. 

I've been helping out a lot with Gemma's baby shower, and she's due next month. She's really excited, and she wants me there with her, to hold her hand. I said I would. She's been like a sister to me. I've been talking to her about her brother, and Luke.

One day, I asked her "Gemma, I love Luke. What do I do? I mean, what am I supposed to do?" 

She grinned and laughed. "On the last day you're there, kiss him." 

"Why?" I give her a horrified look. 

She looked at me innocently. "To say goodbye." 


So here I am. I leave tomorrow, and everything is packed. I'm so tempted to tell Luke that I love him and I'm so tempted to stay. Ashton offered, said that management would let me. I asked instead if he could get me an interview with the songwriters. He said no, and I was hired on the spot. I am to help the boys write songs for their next album, which I am excited about. I get to spend more times with the boys, and I couldn't be more grateful. 

I could never really hate Luke. I've been in love with him ever since I first heard him sing. But, now, I am alone, without the man I love. 

I still have Luke's birthday song, and I've recorded it and put it on a disc. I leave on his birthday. I leave tomorrow, on his damn birthday. 








The Next Day...




"Happy birthday Luke." I hand him the disc and I smile as best I can.

He looks at me with mixed expressions on his face as he stares at the disk I placed in his hand. We were at the airport with my plane ready to board. I had to do everything to make this goodbye last as long as possible. I would miss him and all the friends I have made. I don't know how I'm going to be able to say goodbye. 

"Thanks." He mumbles. 

I take in all of his wonderful features up close for the last time. Why did it have to be on his damn birthday? 

"Just.. listen after I leave, okay?" I ask him. 


No regrets Gemma said. No regrets. 

"Luke!" I yell.

He turns around and with 'no regrets' running through my head, I kiss the man I love.

"I love you Luke Hemmings." I whispered, pulling away from him. 

"I love you too Emma Tramway. I love you too."

And I got on that plane with no regrets.







I pop in her cd, and I start to listen. It's so beautiful. There was an original song that I couldn't stop listening to, but then I realized that there was another track. It started out with familiar chords. 


She covered Amnesia. 

" I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted,

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the war you tasted

and even though your friends tell me you're doing fine

Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though she's right beside you?

When she says those words that hurt you, do you read the words I wrote you?

Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

Cause I'm not fine at all. 

I remember the day I told you I was leaving

I remember the makeup running down my face

And the dreams we left behind, you didn't need them 

Like every single wish we ever made 

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia

And forget the stupid little things

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you

and the memories I never can escape

Cause I'm not fine at all. "

"But Luke- I love you and I'm sorry that I will never stop loving you. I hope that I never wake up with amnesia because I would never want to forget how much I love you. Happy birthday, baby."

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