not from here - luke hemmings x reader chapter 2
series synopsis: you're a luke hemmings obsessed teenage fan in the year 2026. after an accident, you wake up in the year 2014 during the height of the boy band era, where you're allegedly a popular teen idol expected to join 5sos and one direction on the where we are tour. knowing what you know about everyone including your crush now.. will you able to maintain the facade that you actually know what you're doing AND you're completely normal or will you fuck up the momentum of the tour entirely?
You slowly blinked your eyes open, stretching your arms as the sunlight creeped onto your face. You were in a dark room, an unfamiliar one too—however everything seemed to be unfamiliar lately.
A skyline you did not recognize stretched out over the window in front of you. Where the… oh wait, you were in Ireland.
It hadn’t hit you that your kinda-new-kind-of-not-really celebrity life was for real. You were still expecting to wake up in the middle of 3rd period any second now.
You brought one of your hands up and pinched the side of your face—yep, still nothing.
There was a sharp knock on the hotel room door across from you, almost on cue.
You let out a small groan as you slowly removed the comforter off of your legs. “How would I be able to answer that if I was asl—YES, I’M UP.”
You launched yourself out of bed, grabbing the same pair of jeans you could vaguely remember throwing into some corner when you got there. In the bathroom, you did a half assed face wash and tried to make your hair look as neat as possible before you stepped outside, where Desmond was still waiting, on his phone.
“Twitter’s excited that you’re in Dublin,” He spoke, not looking up from the screen.
“How do they know I’m in Dublin?”
“Those girls you hugged this morning?”
You made an “O” shape with your mouth before scratching your head.
“Anyways, come on. We might hafta rush, I think breakfast’s only going on for another half hour.”
“Why didn’t you just go downstairs and get food without me?”
“I was not going downstairs and looking a mess by myself.”
“Yeah,” he snorted. “COME ON.”
Everything that you expected to be at an Irish breakfast spread was there.
Eggs, bacon, toast, black pudding, beans, etc. You grabbed yourself a plate and sat down in the seat next to Desmond, who was sitting at a table with the rest of your team and awkwardly picking at his food.
“Alright team,” Stacy, a woman who you had come to know throughout the past few hours as your production manager, clasped her hands together. “First order of business—right after breakfast, we’re heading straight to the venue for rehearsals.”
You did an awkward little head nod next to everyone else, who seemed to be completely fine with the program. Did nobody else want to lounge around in those memory foam mattresses for another hour?
“We have a lot of catching up to do. Well… I don’t wanna say a lot, but like, both groups of boys have already been in Europe for some time now, so they have a better grasp on how the show’s gonna go. We might need you to work a little harder than usual, Y/N, but that shouldn’t be hard because you already know the routine and all that, right?”
Oh shit, you were a singer.
“Yes, of course I know the routine and all my songs, as I have spent the past decade singing them to my glorious fans on stage, because that was all me.”
Stacy clicked her tongue.
“..Um, yeah. Today hopefully won’t be too bad, you’re going to meet the bands in person today, for one.”
“Wait, like today today?”
“Yes? How else are we supposed to rehearse?” She asked.
Desmond tilted his head slightly, staring at you with a mix of irritation and confusion.
“No, no, yeah,” You laughed to yourself. “Sorry, I got up kind of rough this morning. Where’s the coffee station—or tea station?”
“In the corner over there,” Said another crew member, staring at you with slight bewilderment.
You nodded, quickly picking up your tray and taking it to that corner with you.
Okay, you kind of had your fun so far—enjoying reading about things you know you never did yourself but were apparently getting rewarded for, watching people praise you on twitter et cetera, but it was starting to get to a point.
Just how far were you going to get knowing damn well you’re larping your whole career?
“Y/N,” Desmond spoke, suddenly materializing behind you. You jumped, and he raised an eyebrow.
“PLEASE don’t pop up behind me like that.”
“Sorry,” He shrugged. “But seriously… What's up? I’m telling you, you’ve been weird since Tuesday, did the car smash your cranium or something?”
“I think I’m acting normal,” You lied, crossing your arms. “God forbid I be excited to tour around and meet new people.”
“But since when have you—” He cut himself off, sighing. “No, no, you’re right. It’s good that you’re excited to be on tour and show off your new sound and all, but I’m just saying—it’s a bit weird how you’re acting like, weirdly brand new to all this? You’ve been doing this for most of your life.”
“You know what they say, new album, new me.”
“Okay,” He replied, looking to the side for a second. “Just get your drink. Long day ahead of us.”
Outside of your hotel sat a giant van that was impossible to miss. Not necessarily because it was anything particularly stunning, but mostly because it was already being crowded by a group of teenage girls.
Security was standing at the back door entrance to the hotel, guarding it while a few other girls stood defeated a few feet away from them. They were most likely denied entry.
“Dude, they’re here already?” You said to Stacy, in slight disbelief as you, her, and Desmond looked over the balcony.
“Unfortunately, this is a public location. And someone must’ve got the details on where you’d be last night.”
Damn, you thought, staring out over the railing. These chicks are fast.
“I think we’re good to just get on,” A member from your crew, the rhythm guitarist, said as he gestured to the door. “We loaded our stuff in earlier this morning.”
“Oh okay, thank god because I was starting to get irritated.”
“Come on, buddy system,” Desmond spoke, interlocking his arm around yours. You shuffled out through the doors together, crew following closely behind as the sound of chatter got louder and louder with each step.
The second you pushed the doors open, you braced yourself and your ears for the high pitched screams piercing your eardrums. Security got on business immediately, blocking people and a few cameras from trying to swarm you.
Somehow, you managed to make it into the back of the van with Desmond and Stacy, while the rest of your crew followed suit. The windows weren’t tinted or anything, so people standing by the side of the car that you were sitting in could still get a good glimpse of you.
You smiled brightly and waved, watching as the excitement in your fans' eyes increased by about 300 tons.
Almost immediately, the car sped off though, making you feel slightly bad because you knew how it felt to be standing and waiting a long time just for something inconvenient to happen.
Dublin was the hugest city in the country and a giant commercial hub, however you knew it probably wouldn’t take long to get to wherever venue you needed to be, so you pulled out your phone and opened the YouTube app, searching up “Y/N L/N live performance.”
And the second you clicked on the video—you sighed. You were fucked.
Thankfully it didn’t look like too much was going on in terms of choreography, but you had never heard the song that you were allegedly performing in your life. Well, it makes sense. It’s an original song YOU wrote. But not you at the same time.
By the time the car pulled up to the backstage entrance, you maybe knew the chorus and had a half assed memory of the opening sentence in the first verse.
“Remember, first impressions are everything,” Desmond whispered to you as Stacy pushed the door open.
You had never been backstage in your life.
You were kind of expecting the stage weirdly to be back there too with like a staircase to get on it, but instead you were met with like 50 dressing rooms, all of various sizes, one little common room that also served as a catering area, a tiny storage closet, and an even tinier elevator in the back.
Oh, and 2 white guys were already standing in the middle of the hallway expectantly.
The rest of your crew had already gone to where the stage ACTUALLY was to set up their instruments, so it was just you, Desmond, and Stacy, standing across from these randos.
“Paul! It’s so nice to see you again!” Stacy said, walking up to one of them and embracing him in a giant hug.
“Same here, Stacy,” He spoke, a thick Irish accent rolling off his tongue. “It’s been too long.”
His eyes met with you, and he gave you a warm smile which made you feel slightly less uneasy. He got out of Stacy’s embrace and walked up to you, extending his hand.
“You must be the lovely Y/N L/N, yeah? Everyone’s talking about you. Pleasure to meet you, I’m Paul Higgins, I manage the boys in 1D.”
You shook his hand back. “Everyone’s talking about me?”
“Yes, you’re practically the talk of the town. And you’re her manager Desmond, I suppose?”
“Mhm, Desmond Jones,” He introduced himself, shaking Paul’s hand. “Pleasure.”
“Right behind me is Matthew, he’s managing 5 Seconds of Summer, who as you know will also be co-opening with you for the European and North American leg of the tour.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of 5sos.
Matt stepped up to you. He was a younger looking guy with a nice smile and seemingly chill demeanor.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Matt Emsell.”
“Hey,” You greeted, shaking his hand.
“So what’s the order of business right now?” Stacy asked, looking around. “Where are the boys?”
“One Direction just got on stage, you’re right on time,” Paul explained. “Everyone else should be in the audience waiting their turn. We’re just trying to make sure all the instruments and mics work.”
“And also, if you’re hungry, we have bagels and like—tiny cakes in the catering room,” Matt shrugged. “Help yourself. We wouldn’t want you to go hungry right now.”
“So we really didn’t have to semi-rush breakfast this morning,” You glared at Desmond, who just rolled his eyes at you.
Paul laughed. “I like you. You have a sense of humor.”
“Don’t they? They’ve been a lot more funny lately,” Stacy added with a laugh.
“I’m gonna choose to take that as a compliment.”
You could already hear the bass thumping slightly as you got closer to the actual theater entrance. And when you pushed the door open, there they were.
“Said her name was Georgia Rose…”
It felt like something out of a fanfic the way you locked eyes with Harry the second you walked in. As he sang, he scanned over you for a few seconds, gradually recognizing you, and he gave you a small smile before facing forward and continuing to serenade the imaginary audience.
You were pretty much standing in the pit so it didn’t take long before the rest of the boys saw you too.
And even though you were sure you looked sooo cool and sooo nonchalant watching them rehearse..
Oh my god, prime frat boy era One Direction was standing in front of you, what the fuck.
It was literally just you and them plus their backing band on stage in the theater. You were fumbling with your hands and trying to stand normally.
Every clip from One Direction: This Is Us was deeply ingrained into your mind but seeing them in real life, standing close enough to you that you could practically feel the sweat from their shitty H&M muscle shirts slipping off and dripping down and onto your face was a whole nother level of insanity.
After a good few minutes of watching them perform in awe, you started to get extremely thirsty. You remembered the catering room backstage and began to make your way out towards it.
There was no one in the hallways and also no one in the catering room, which was great for you.
You grabbed a bagel and were trying to figure out whether you should swipe a Gatorade or a water bottle. Eventually you chose the water bottle because it was probably a good idea to not have your breath smelling like Cool Blue.
Strolling down the hallway, you took a giant bite out of your bagel and listened to your footsteps as you walked down the tiled hallways.
What you failed to see though—was the giant puddle incoming.
Your foot slipped, and you felt yourself flying forward, dropping the bagel and your water bottle. You could hear it faintly rolling down the hallway as you landed on one of your hands. You quickly whipped your head up to see the culprit.
Who the fuck leaves a giant red cup to spill water all over the floor without cleaning it up?!
You rubbed the wet patch on your jeans, trying to soothe the spot on your knee that you bumped. Conveniently, you could hear footsteps walking towards you and you were desperately trying to ignore them, as this was an extremely embarrassing situation.
But—In front of you, a hand extended forward.
A messy blond quiff, azure blue eyes, and red flannel ripped straight from the thrift store flooded your vision. The dream of every 14 year old wattpad user.
You felt just about ready to swoon.. until you noticed he looked like he was about to lose it.
“Are…” He snorted slightly, trying to bite back a smile. “…Are you okay?”
You could feel your face heating up in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.
“I almost cracked my skull open, but we up.”
“We up?” He repeated, pulling your arm to help you stand up properly.
You stumbled slightly on the water that didn’t disappear from the floor, and began straightening out your now wrinkled hoodie.
God, people weren’t lying when they said he was much more gorgeous this close and personal.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly and you realized you had been staring him down for an uncomfortable amount of time. You took a few steps back and tried to put on the most non threatening smile possible.
“Uh…” He replied, giving you a now unreadable expression. “It’s okay.”
“LUKEEEEEE. WHICH WAY DID YOU TURNNNNN. THIS PLACE IS A LABYRINTH!”
Overlapping voices from down the hall began to get louder and louder until suddenly, the rest of the band was down the corner. You could feel your heart beat faster as Michael glanced over at you, eyes glinting in what looked like recognition.
“Aw sick, Y/N’s here already?” He spoke, extending out a hand to you. “Love your stuff!”
“Thanks, dude,” You replied, ignoring Luke’s piercing gaze.
“I’m Michael, by the way.”
“Pretty sure you know who we are too, right?” Calum spoke from behind Michael, with Ashton chilling next to him.
“Duh doy,” You said. “Wait. Do you know who put this cup here?”
“Sorry, that was me,” Luke admitted. “We just came back from the toilet to get paper towels.”
The music coming from the stage began to slowly fizzle out, and you shot a group at the rest of the group, knowing it was probably time to go back.
hey guys again me and my long ass hiatuses im really sorry i know its been damn near a month since last chapter update, things have been really slow :sob: :sob:
UM BUT I WANTED TO SHARE HAHA IVE BEEN LOWKEY ON A HIGH LATELY IDK IF ANY OF YOU GUYS WERE AT EVERYONES A STAR AT MSG BUT I WAS AND WE ALL KNOW THAT SHIT WAS FIREEEE BRO i wasnt there for night 1 when they played teenage dirtbag but WHERE MY NIGHT 2 BITCHES AT?!?!?!?!?
um yeah i SEE your requests i SEE you guys dming me and dont worry shit is coming out im trying my hardest but life happens lmao trust me i do wanna post all the time
uh thats it haha enjoy this semi long chapter ik yall been waiting.
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