Charlie's P.O.V.

"I Miss You, by Blink-182."

Is he kidding me?

He takes a step back from the microphone, not loosing any eye-contact with me.

I think I can see a glimp of guilt in his eyes, but it quickly dissapears by a huge smile, his performance face.

They all take their seats, and begin to play the song I once used to listen with him.

(LISTEN TO THEIR COVER ASDFHJKLM THEY'RE QT'S)

Calum:

Hello there

The angel from my nightmare

Shadows in the background of the morgue

The unsuspecting victim

Of darkness in the valley

We can live like Jack and Sally if we want

Where you can always find me

We'll have Halloween on Christmas

And in the night we wish this never ends, wish this never ends

I miss you, miss you

I miss you, miss you

Luke:

Where are you?

And I'm so sorry

I cannot sleep

I cannot dream tonight

I need somebody and always

This sick, strange darkness comes creeping up so haunting everytime

And as I stared I counted

The webs from all these spiders

Catching things and eating their insides

Like indecision to call you

And hear your voice of treason

Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?

Stop this pain tonight

All:

Don't waste your time on me

You're already

The voice inside my head

I miss you, miss you (x7)

...(big time difference sorry xoxo)

Many boothcamps, judges houses and live shows later, we are finally in the last show.

Which means, the finals.

It's just me against 5SOS now, Chelsay got out last week, but we still have contact via Twitter.

I still don't get it though, tweets and retweets and DM's..

Joy also likes Chelsay a lot, I think we are going to be a cool clique.

It's eleven in the morning, and the management called us to their office.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Vance, I will give you the information of what you'll need to do this week." The man in suit says, directing us to some leather chairs.

"So," he begins "Charlotte, Michael, Ashton, Luke and Calum. You guys made it to the finals. Congratulations. To give you guys some pampering, you will get a little transformation for next week's live show. Michaels and Charlotte's hair will be re-dyed, you all will get a decent outfit and your hair and make-up will be applied to perfection."

We all don't really know what to say, so we remain in silence.

"You can go now, except for Luke and Charlotte."

Okay...

The boys get up and tell us they will meet us outside.

Once they're out, Mr. Vance closes the door and stands right in front of us.

He's quite intimidating, dark grey hair combed to the back, quite tall.

Not to forget his over-manly cologne that makes me want to vomit.

"I need to discuss something with you two, and to be honest, you can't slip out of it, mainly due of your contract you signed in the very beginning. Do you remember what it said?" He asked, like we are five year olds.

"We must do everything the management comes up with." Luke sighs, I can't even remember that.

What if I don't like this 'idea'?

"Very good." Mr. Vance places his fingertips against eachother, leaning on the glass table with his elbows.

"As you may know, the social media wants some drama. And also, those teenagers on Twitter keep on asking if there isn't a couple yet. I hope you already feel where this is going?"

I slowly turn my head over to Luke, who also had a worried expression plastered over his face.

This is not happening.

"You two have untill Friday to pronounce your relationship. Which means, five days."

"But Mr. Vance.." Luke begins.

"No buts, mister Hemmings. Or you will pronounce, or you will be eliminated for the show."

The moment we get up and make our way to the door, Mr. Vance says one more thing.

"Oh yes, we want some action going on between you. Get it done."

We both nod without making eye contact, leaving his office.

Without saying a word to Luke, I run off to what seems, luckily, a restroom.

As fast as I can, I pull open a door of one of the toilets, kneeling down and just on time, the warm fluid vomit comes out of my mouth.

I begin to cough, the unsudden action making my throath sore and dry.

I quickly flush the toilet and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I back up against the wall, pulling my knees to my chest.

My hands cluth around my legs like there's no tomorrow.

After a good two minutes, I manage to get up and wash out my mouth.

Luckily for me, I have some mint drops with me, so I put one on my tongue and wait for it to melt.

Just as I look in the mirror, Luke comes running in the little room.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'm sick. This whole situation got me thinking. What if this isn't going to work? It's going to look so fake and -"

"Charlie."

I don't listen to him, and keep on rambling.

"Charlie! Stop overthinking this!" He raises his voice at me. He steps closer to my body, which makes me back off, but my back is already connected with a wall.

Before I even realise what's going on, he smashes his lips on mine, an action that I've been waiting for the past two months.

I immediately run my hands through his soft blonde locks, tugging at the ends.

He lets a little moan escape from his lips, it makes me grin a bit.

His hands are placed firmly on both sides of my waist, his left hand slowly caressing my right side.

They trail down to my thighs, squeezing them softly, which is a sign for me to wrap my legs around his torso.

God, I missed this. With every cell in my entire body.

He presses his muscled body against mine, placing sloppy kisses down my neck.

This makes me tug his hair harder, earning a moan that was a bit louder than the last one.

I don't know why I decided to wear a tank top, but I'm glad I did, Luke sucks slighty on my exposed collarbone, this time it is me who's saying the other person's name.

And boy do I still have feelings for him.

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Bread makes you fat

Just let that sink in for a moment