AN: This chapter's weird, just saying.

Dedication: Aesthetics__ [Thank you for commenting and that lovely comment at the end x]

I woke up to the sound of Luke constantly trying to wake me up and then something hitting my back. I groaned, turning myself around to see my cracked phone right beside me.

"Mornin', princess," Luke said and I glared at him. At least he was wearing some clothes now.

"Shut up, idiot," I growled before I faced away from him and tried to return to sleep.

"You should wake up. It's six in the morning right now."

"Why the hell would I be awake right now?"

"You've got stuff to do. Michael was just here and told me to tell you to get ready. He'll be back here at eight, since he can't call you." I rolled my eyes behind my eyelids and pulled the blankets over me some more. I really didn't want to get out of bed. It was way too early to do anything, but sleep is one of the things I have to give up to have this famous life.

"I'm too warm and comfy to leave the bed," I mumbled. When Luke didn't respond I assumed he was going to leave me alone, but I was proven wrong when my blanket was yanked off of me. "Hey!"

"Sorry, princess," Luke apologized, but he obviously didn't mean it. "You're gonna have to wake up sooner or later."

I groaned before I forced myself out of the bed and decided to take a nice, hot shower.

Once I entered the bathroom and locked the door I stripped out of my clothes and then turned the shower on, waiting for the water to heat up. When it was hot enough for me I stepped under the water and sighed at the feeling.

Minutes later while I was getting some shampoo into my hair I heard a knock on the door and I answered, assuming that it was Luke, "What do you want?"

"I forgot my phone inside," he said. "I need to make a call right now. I'm going in to get it, okay?"

"No! Stay out! Wait 'til I'm finished!" But Luke ignored me, somehow picking the lock and opening the door. I turned around and saw him go over to the counter and my first instinct was the pull the curtains all the way to cover my bare body from him. "What the hell, Luke! Get out!"

"Chill, princess. I'm just getting my phone." Suddenly my eyes started stinging and I immediately shut them.

"Shit," I mumbled to myself, letting the water run over my face as I tried to get rid of the shampoo that was irritating my eyes.

"What happened?" Luke asked.

"It doesn't matter. Just leave." I drew my face away from the water and opened my eyes, only to have them sting again. "Damn it."

I reached my hand out of the shower for a towel that should've been hanging on the rack nearby, but I couldn't locate it with my hands. Then I felt the rag being brought towards me and I took it, wiping my face. When I opened my eyes I saw Luke standing in front of me with the curtains pulled to the side. My entire face flushed as I used the towel to cover my front.

"G-Go away!" I shouted, collecting water into my hands and throwing it in Luke's direction.

Whatever water had gotten on his face, Luke wiped it away with his arm before he finally turned to the door and walked out. "You're welcome for the towel, by the way," he said, finally leaving the bathroom.

"Stupid idiot," I grumbled. I put the towel back on the rack and resumed to my shower.

Once I was done showering I went to brush my teeth. Many minutes later I left the bathroom, carrying my pajamas and using one towel to wrap around my waist and another to dry my hair. Luke wasn't in the room anywhere, so I assumed he must've went to the living room. I went over to where my clothes should be and I started to pick out my outfit.

By the time I slipped on a pair of clean boxer shorts I tossed the pajamas and the towel covering my lower half into the laundry basket. I put on a white shirt and skinny sweatpants before I sat down on my bed, letting out a heavy sigh.

I heard some talking on the other side of the door and then Luke entered the room with his phone up to his ear.

"I understand," he said. "Thank you. Have a good day." He hung up the phone, tossing it over to the couch before he slapped himself in the forehead.

"Had a nice talk?" I asked as I rubbed the towel around my neck against my wet hair. Luke looked over at me.

"If not being able to compromise a few things over the phone is your definition of a good talk, then no. I need to go somewhere and I can't take you with me, so you'll just have to go through the morning without me."

"Oh, I wonder how I'll ever go a few hours without stupid Luke Hemmings." He narrowed his eyes at me and my exaggerated statement.

"Just stay here until Michael comes by, okay? I'll be back soon." Without another word Luke picked his phone off the couch and exited the room, leaving me all alone.

I continued to dry my hair the best I could before I decided it was dry enough. I lay back on my bed and my eyes caught sight of my broken phone.

"Why did my phone have to break?" I grumbled to myself, picking up the useless piece of technology and tossing it on top of my clean clothes in the luggage. I shut my eyes for a moment and let myself drift to sleep.

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I had an interview that day with this very flirty twenty year-old chick named Cara. I'm not kidding, she hits on every celebrity she interviews regardless of what gender they are, and they all aren't even as attractive as I am. Yes, even I'm better looking than the female celebrities.

I was currently backstage sitting in a chair, trying to get the microphone to stay on my shirt, but I was struggling horribly with it.

"Need help?" Michael asked as he went over to me.

"No, I can do this," I grunted, unsatisfied with every single way I tried to clip the microphone on.

"Where's Luke? It's already two."

"The hell should I know? He just left this morning."

Michael suddenly gasped. "He doesn't even known that you have an interview today!"

I smirked. "Great. Now I don't have to deal with him for the rest of the day."

"No, I'll get him here. I'll try to somehow locate him." Before I could ask how he'd do that Michael and already walked off and Calum was walking over to me. Why my brunet friend was here, I don't know. Maybe just to support me by being here.

"Hey, Cal," I greeted.

"Do you need help with your microphone?" he asked and I mentally groaned.

"I got this! I can do this!"

"Someone's stubborn."

"Shut up. I can do things by myself."

"Yeah, I highly doubt that since you can't defend yourself." I widened my eyes at Calum.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned hesitantly.

"Oh, didn't you know? You're all over the news as a damsel in distress, but whoever came in to save you is the best part of the story."

Oh. My. God. Stupid Luke is already taking away my spotlight and he made me look like a freaking wimp on the media.

"Damn it!" I threw the microphone at Calum and he managed to catch it. I hopped off my seat and stormed off to wherever Michael was. "Michael!"

I saw him standing by himself, his phone pressed to his ear. I didn't care if he was going to look for Luke, because I'd rather he be gone than anything in the world.

Twisting Michael around so he'd face me, I glared at him. "Why didn't you tell me about my recent appearance on the news?!" I yelled.

"I tried to earlier," Michael began, "but every time I mention Luke you flip out and refuse to listen!"

"Let's talk about him then. I want Luke gone! Now!"

"I can't reach him! I'm trying to find him-"

"Well stop! Let him be gone, for all I care! He's messing up my life! When I get back to the hotel I'm throwing all his clothes off the balcony."

"Ashton, you're on in five!" one of those backstage people called out.

"Get your freaking microphone on!" Calum scolded, stepping in between me and Michael. He started to fix the microphone onto my shirt and it annoyed me how easily he did it while I couldn't even do it perfectly.

"I'm going to the restroom," I growled. "Don't come after me if I don't make it back by the time to interview starts."

"Cal, go with him," Michael said.

"No, Cal stays. I'm going alone."

"After with recent events, I don't think going by yourself is be-" I flipped Michael off before I stormed off to the restroom. I swung the door wide open and it hit the wall with a loud sound, but I didn't give a damn about that.

I went over to the sink and turned on the water, letting it run. I glared at my reflection and saw how stressed I looked.

It's all that Luke bastard's fault. Ever since he came into my life everything hasn't been good.

"Stupid Luke!" I shouted, my hands grabbing the edge of the counter before they cupped together and went underneath the cold water. I splashed the water onto my face while grumbling how much i hated Luke.

"Oh, my God!" someone screeched and I raised my head to look at the door, seeing the interviewer herself standing at the doorway. "Ashton! Why are you in the girls' restroom?!"

... Well, shit. That'll explain why this place didn't have any urinals.

"Crap, I must've not been looking where I was going," I said to myself before I spoke to Cara. "I'll be going now!" I pushed past her and then I ran out. I was thankful that no one hung around the restrooms, because then someone would've saw me leave the girls' restroom and I didn't want anyone to talk about my little mistake.

"Jesus, Ashton!" Michael exclaimed and I turned around to look at him. "Your face is still wet. Someone get him a towel! He's about to go on in two minutes!"

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The interview was a bit awkward for me, because Cara was the one who saw me in the women's restroom. How embarrassing. I really hope she doesn't tell anyone about it.

"So, Ashton," she began, "how's your album going?"

"It's going pretty good," I answered, faking a smile in her direction. "I'm almost done with it and I'm hoping to release it somewhere next year."

"Everyone's pretty excited to hear your new songs. Am I right, ladies?" The crowd of girls that wanted to watch me live screamed in agreement and I just chuckled at how crazy these girls were. "I'm looking forward to your album, too."

"Really?" Who wouldn't be, honestly?

"Yes. I'm sure a majority of your fans have pre-ordered it already. I know I have." The audience laughed, but I didn't find it funny. However, I laughed anyway.

"If I were a girl and a fan of myself, I would've done the very same thing." Then everyone laughed again and it was really annoying me that they were laughing something so stupid like that.

"So I've got some questions for you regarding what everyone's talking about. According to what I've heard, you were nearly kidnapped. Is that true?"

"Uh..." I glanced towards the side stage to see that Michael was still on his phone, but his eyes were concentrated on me. He nodded at me and I  looked back at Cara, shrugging. "I guess?"

"What do you mean 'you guess'? This is a simple yes or no question."

"Well, okay, someone did try to kidnap me, but-" My fans in the audience gasped and I shot them all a glare, but they didn't seem to have gotten the message. "-but I managed to escape in one piece."

"Because someone else saved you. Who was this person, can you tell me? And you can't tell me you don't know him, because he was seen with you at the hotel you're staying at."

"He was just someone who happened to see the whole thing and helped me out. He wanted to escort me back to the hotel, so I let him." Much to my reluctance.

"He's pretty hot, isn't he?" Cara asked. "I wouldn't mind getting into his pants." I rolled my eyes, because who in the world would want to be in Luke's pants? And why was she making these comments about Luke and not me? Not like I want her to flirt with me, but still. What's so great about stupid Luke?

"What's his name?" Cara said.

"I think his name is Lucifer," I answered, smirking at the ridiculous name.

"Lucifer certainly has gotten some attention from the ladies ever since the news of him rescuing you, and I think he might become a star himself, just because of his good looks."

"He doesn't want to be famous. He'd rather stay locked up in his room and play video games or work at a comic book shop where he can read comics all day."

"You seem to be very close to this Lucifer guy."

I scoffed and mentally laughed to myself, because this chick doesn't know what she's talking about. "Trust me. We're anything but close."

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The interview finished with me singing one of my songs, which made a lot of girls scream and cry. Then I had to wait backstage, because Michael was still busy trying to find stupid Luke.

"Hi, Ashton!" squealed a voice and I turned to see these teenage girls looking up at me.

"Backstage passes?" I asked them, smiling at them and they nodded eagerly. "Awesome."

"Can we have your autograph and a picture?!" another one shrieked and I nodded.

"Sure." All at once they handed me things to sign and giving me sharpies and pens to sign them. After signing and taking pictures and giving them hugs with one arm I walked off, but they were still following me.

"Can you follow me on Twitter?" one of them chirped.

"Can I kiss your cheek?" another asked.

"Do you know if Lucifer is taken? Because I think he's really hot." I stopped walking and turned to the girl who asked that question.

"Yes, he's single," I answered. "He's looking for the perfect guy."

She cocked an eyebrow at me. "Guy? Are you saying he's... gay?"

I nodded. "Very gay. So gay, he's practically a rainbow with long legs."

"Ew, no! He can't be gay! He's too hot to be gay!" I just shrugged, laughing at my lie and her reaction.

"Are you gay?" another girl gasped and I looked at her weirdly.

"I'm not gay," I said. "Just Lucifer."

"I think gay guys are hot," said a girl, "so that makes Lucifer even more hotter." I rolled my eyes at that. Is she stupid or what?

"Gay guys are not hot," another girl said. "They're disgusting and should all burn in hell. If I found out that anyone I knew was gay, I would instantly start hating them and plotting their death." Well, that's quite harsh.

"I have to go now," I lied. "Unfortunately, no fans past this point." They all sighed in disappointed and begged me to stay a bit longer. "I wish I could, but I really do need to go. Tight schedule."

"Do you like Lucifer?" asked the girl who said gays were hot.

"No, he doesn't!" squealed the homophobic girl. "Ashton is sexy, and sexy guys are not gay!"

"But Lucifer is sexy, too."

"He stopped being sexy when Ashton said he was gay."

"Stop being such a homophobic bitch and accept the fact that Lucifer's gay!" shouted another girl. Then the one who didn't like gays jumped at her and tackled her to the ground while the other girls tried to pry her off.

"Hey! Stop fighting!" I shouted, pushing the girls aside and pulling the homophobic one away. "This isn't cool!"

"She's not cool! Gays are gross!" she hissed.

"What are you, five?" spat another girl. "So what if Lucifer's gay? He just likes guys, that's all. There's nothing wrong with that. Is liking guys gross?"

"It's the fact that a male or female likes someone of the same gender! That's not right!" She squirmed out of my hold and darted straight for the other girl

A security guard must've saw the whole thing, because then he rushed over to us and pulled the two girls apart. "I think it's best if you all leave now," he said.

They gasped and one protested, "But-"

"I'll escort you all out of the building." I went towards where I saw Michael and Calum were as the large guy took the girls away. I could hear them screaming out last second things to say to me before I was out of hearing range.

That homophobic chick was crazy, seriously. There's nothing wrong with gays. I happen to be friends with one and he's a really chill guy.

Michael pulled his phone away from his ear and stuffed it into his pocket and he beamed at me.

"Great news!" he said. "Luke's on his way!"

"That's not great news," I groaned. "That's not even good news."

"We'll be leaving as soon as he gets here. He said he's very close by."

I raised an eyebrow at Michael. "You're not going to fire him? He was supposed to be with me, but he left."

Michael shook his head. "Luke explained to me why he left, and I decided that it was a good enough reason to not fire him."

I threw my hands up and let out an exasperated groan before I plopped onto a couch that was nearby. "Unbelievable!"

"Hey, Mikey," Calum spoke up, "I'm going to go over to the refreshments table."

"Oh, great! I'll go, too!"

"How did you even get a hold of Luke?" I asked, but Michael already left. Whatever. I didn't want to know anyway.

"Hey, Ashton." I turned my head and saw Cara standing before me.

"Hi." I waved at her. "I thought we were done when the interview finished."

"Oh, I just wanted to have a nice talk with you, that's all." I nodded and then she sat down on my left side, sitting uncomfortably close to me. "So about earlier... why were you in the girls' restroom?"

I groaned and I leaned my head back. "Don't bring that up, please. It was a mistake, okay? I was stressed out, because of a lot of things."

"Stressed, you say?" Her hand landed on my thigh and moved upwards. "Do you need someone to... relieve you of your stressed?"

"I'm not sexually frustrated." I pushed her hand off, but she scooted closer to me some more.

"You sure?" She made her two fingers walk towards my crotch area before I finally stood up.

"I'm just gonna go this way," I nervously said, jerking my thumb back, "where I am far away rom a psycho chick like you." I ran off, but then I ran right into someone as their hands grabbed at my arms.

"Jesus, princess, what's the hurry?" I looked up and saw that it was Luke. I shoved him away from me and wiped at my arms.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled. "Some horny bitch just tried to feel me!"

Luke raised his eyebrows at me. "You must've liked it, huh?"

"When girls talk about it is a whole different story, but when they actually do it makes me uncomfortable!" I turned my head around and could've sworn I saw Cara coming over here. I grabbed Luke's wrist and pulled him away. We turned at a corner and I threw Luke through the closest door and I followed him, locking the door behind me.

"Really? A closet?" Luke chuckled. "This is your best place for hiding? It's kinda small in here though."

"Shh!" I slapped my hand over his mouth before I hissed quietly. "She'll hear you." I heard some footsteps and for some reason I threw my arms around Luke's waist and buried my face into his neck. "Don't let her find me."

His arms encircled me and they tightened around me. "Okay."

I heard Cara muttering incoherent things to herself and I tensed. I listened for her footsteps and then I finally heard them. I let out a relieved breath when I knew that she was gone.

"Wait here," Luke whispered and I nodded. We pulled apart and then he went over to the door, opening it a slight bit. He glanced from left to right and then he looked back at me. "Clear."

"Can we please leave?" I asked him. "I don't want to be here any longer."

"All right." He extended his arm out towards me and I wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but I slowly approached him. Then he wrapped it securely around me as he led me out of the closet and towards the refreshments table where Michael and Calum were.

"Oh, it's Luke!" Michael said as he made his way over to us. "It's about time you got here. What happened to Ashton?"

"He's not feeling well," Luke lied. "I think we should take him back to the hotel immediately."

"Well, Frederick's already here, so we can leave now. Come on, Cal. Get as many donuts as you can." I laughed when I saw Calum having probably ten donuts in his arms. When he looked over at us he grinned.

"Hey, cutie," he said and I raised an eyebrow.

"Not interested," Luke said and Calum shrugged.

"Eh, I already have my eyes set on someone else anyway." Then the four of us walked towards the back exit of the building, climbing into the black vehicle and heading straight for the hotel.

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AN: This was kinda weird, right? Right.

The next chapter's gonna kill me *__* anyway, even though this chapter wasn't the greatest, I hope you'll still stick around! x Until next chapter!