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Just Friends ~ I'm Cool As Fuck (part 40)

A/N this chapter barely has anything to do with 5sos lmao. Just a heads up for the next chapter, it will be confusing but hopefully not too confusing, I’m warning you now.

Harper White is best friends with Luke Hemmings, they always have been. Not only is she friends with the rockstar, but with the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer, as well as a really nice girl named Erika.

Harper has a few secrets, she can play all the instruments the boys play and many more. It’s a talent she has kept hidden, only very few people know.

What will happen to the six teens, wondering around the world together?

Warnings: language and the tiniest piece of smut

***

I’ve been really busy these part few weeks, with saying goodbyes, moving, setting things up, buying new stuff for my flat, basically just moving. It’s been pretty stressful but at the same time really fun. So far I’ve loved every minute of this all, I’m a pretty independent person when it comes to family, especially since my brothers moved out, usually staying in my room and keeping myself to myself, so to live by myself has been really nice.

I’ve pretty much set everything up, I just need some bits and bobs. I took everything I need with me in my suitcase, the rest I had my parents send out to me. The flat came fully furnished, of course I got a few pieces of furniture myself, but I mainly just needed home stuff.

If you couldn’t tell, I got the flat and I’m very happy about it. My brothers and Evie came over to help me buy and set up the few stuff I got. I’m telling you now, IKEA instructions are useless. We all sat on the floor trying to figure out what goes where. Evie ended up just laying on the sofa, we all joined her shortly. After a couple of hours, we worked out how it works and moved everything to where I wanted it. I couldn’t be anymore happier with it, I love it.

One thing I dearly miss from home is my studio, I don’t have anything with me right now, nor anywhere to put everything if I had at least some instruments. It’s annoying because I’ve had loads of lyrics pop up in my head, but haven’t been able to put them into anything. I’ve only just written them down, it kinda makes me sad. Music has always been my escape from everything, so to not have anything is really quite hard. I just end up listening to music if everything gets a bit too much.

I haven’t needed to run away from anything, only when I got here becuase I missed Luke and the guys. I’ve been really happy with my life recently, although being away from the people I love, I’m a lot happier than I thought I’d be. I thought it would take me weeks, possibly months to get over it all, but no, I’m excited for this new chapter in my life. I may not have my soulmates with me but they are living happily in their lives.

We have talked quite a bit, no where near as much as we used to but it’s more than I expected.

I’m really happy with my life right now, of course I want my friends and boyfriend by my side but as opposed to not having them by my side all the time, I’m coping really well.

Right now I’m just talking to Luke, via text.

Luke: you make me really happy, also horny but that’s not the point.

Me: are you trying to say something?

Luke: maybe

Me: did you come off stage with an boner again?

Luke: yes. I can’t help it! The song reminded me of you and then my thoughts procrastinated into other things.

Me: oh poor sexually frustrated Luke

Luke: this isn’t funny, Harper! I’m sitting in Michael’s dressing room with a huge erection, I need help

Me: why can’t you do it yourself? and why are you in his dressing room?

Luke: because you’re my girlfriend. It would feel weird if I looked up stuff. We all went in here, it will look suspicious if I went to my own dressing room.

Me: maybe I don’t wanna help you out

Luke: you better get ready for the long ass night you’re in for when I get home

Me: ooooooh, getting dominant here are we?

Luke: Harper, please do something :(

Me: give me a minute

Luke: fuck

I laugh at my phone before going into my lone bedroom. Changing into my most sexy jet black underwear and then going to my wardrobe to grab Luke’s flannel, knowing he will recognise it. I stole this from him before he left, I needed a few items of his that reminds me of him. I took a few of his shirts and a couple of flannels. To make up for it, I slipped a load of notes in his luggage, just things that will make his day a little, for example have a great day or love you to the moon and back. Just to name a few.

Slipping on the flannel and then kneeling infront of my mirror, like the pose Halsey does in Hold Me Down but just still. Taking a few pictures, before I put my clothes back on and send them to Luke.

Luke: oh, baby girl

Me: don’t leak anything because you aren’t exactly tecsavy.

Luke: that’s really not something I’m thinking about right how.

Me: just go do your business then come back to me

Throwing my phone onto my bed and then making my way into the shared kitchen.

“Oh hello.” I smile as I notice someone is in here.

“Hey, you are?” The girl with blue streaks in her hair asks.

“I’m Harper, I moved in a couple of weeks ago.” I inform her.

“Oh, right. I’m Tori by the way. I’m number 39.” She grins.

“I’m number 37, the one with the squeaky door.” I chuckle.

“That’s you?” She laughs. “Are you here for university or just live here?”

“I’m here for university. How long have you been here?” I ask.

“A couple of years. I’m in my final year of uni. I love drawing, painting, graffiti, anything art related really. What are you studying?” She questions.

“That’s really cool. I’m studying philosophy.” I answer.

“Where do come from, you’ve got a slight accent.” She notices.

“Oh, I come from England, but live in Australia.” I explain.

“Right. I lived in Germany for a year when I was 18.” Tori says.

“I went there with my best friend at Christmas time once. It was really pretty.” I say.

“Is your best friend here or in Australia?” She asks.

“He is on tour right now, with my other friends.” I explain.

“Tour?” She furrows her eyebrows.

“Yeah, he is in a band, 5 Seconds Of Summer, ever heard of them?”

“I think I’ve heard of them but never listened to them.” She shrugs.

“Their pretty cool, anyway I came in here to make some lunch.” I chuckle and take my stuff out of the fridge.

“There’s actually a party going on at one of the boy’s flats, down by the university. Would you wanna join me?” She offers.

“It’s not really my thing.” I sheepishly say.

“It would be great to meet everyone.” She reasons.

“Sure, what the hell, this isn’t high school anymore.” I shrug.

“Damn right. So it starts at like 9, but we’ll probably go around half nine.” She explains.

“Please don’t let me get shitfaced, last time I did, I ended up getting a tattoo of my boyfriend’s name.” I beg and show her Luke’s name.

“Isnt he the one in the band, that’s also your best friend?” She furrows her eyebrows.

“He is my best friend as well as my boyfriend. We grew up together, our parents are friends.” I tell her.

“Oh, right.” She nods. “I’ll leave you to make your lunch, I’ll come knock on your door when we should start getting ready.” She smiles.

“Okay, thanks for the invite, I’ll see you later.” I wave.

She walks out the kitchen and I smile to myself, before putting my pasta on to boil.

I lean against the counter top and begin to type in the group chat. “Holy shit!” I yell slightly as a cat comes slyly walks in.

“ROGER!” Someone calls.

I hold my phone to my chest, as I wait for them to come. I miss my cat Bess, so to satisfy my cat cravings, I sit cross legged on the tiled floor. The cat comes right up to me and rubs itself against me.

“Awe, who do you belong to?” I ask.

I thought we weren’t allowed to have pets in this place.

“ROGER?” The same voice calls, this time a lot closer. “Oh, there you are, I can’t lose you in the first week of having you.” A girl with red dyed hair walks in.

“Um, a couple of questions,” I start off, “firstly, cute cat, secondly cool hair, thirdly I thought we weren’t allowed animals in this building.”

“Thank you,” she smiles. “She’s a shared cat between everyone in this hall.”

“She?” I question.

“Her name is Roger, yeah. I mean, how many people name their cat Roger, let alone their female cat.” She explains.

“Right,” I nod my head. “How long have you guys had uhm, Roger?” I ask.

“Two years. She is very friendly, as you can see. Everyone loves her. She’s kinda part of the whole community. If you didn’t guess already, the landlord is a bit quirky. Each floor has one, most of them are abandoned/rescued or the one noone wanted, so he decided to give them each a home. Here we are a few years later. Everyone has their turn of taking care of him/her, I just started taking care of him and I have him till the end of the month.” She explains. “Oh and she can be out in the halls, but needs to be supervised. She is allowed in other people’s rooms, but in my room when he needs feeding and stuff.”

“That’s really cool. Which floor has the youngest?” I question.

“Apparently the top floor, the one above us, got a new one last month. He is still a kitten.” She says. “I’m Izzy by the way.”

“Harper.” I shake her hand.

“You’re the person that just moved in right?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m surprised I haven’t really met anyone yet, I just met Tori.” I tell her.

“She’s really nice, total babe.” She laughs. “I’m gay by the way.”

“My friend from back home is gay too, unfortunately she’s take, so I can’t play matchmaker.” I sigh.

“If they break up hit me up,” she jokes and I laugh.

“Will do.”

“Thanks.” She winks. “So, are you going to the party tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m going with Tori.” I smile. “Are you going?”

“Of course. I’d never miss an oppertunity to regret my decisions.” She exclaims.

“You should come with us.” I offer.

“Really?” She asks.

“Unless you’ve got other plans…” I trail off.

“No,” she shakes her head, “well, guess I’ll see guys later.” She smiles and begins to walk off.

“Cat, Izzy.” I remind her with a sigh.

“Fuck.”

***

It’s nearly time to go, I’m just finishing off my make up. I’ve dressed in a tight fitting black dress, with some ankle boots. I haven’t dressed up like this in ages, it’s actually really nice, I mean, I wouldn’t want to dress like this everyday but I feel very confident in myself.

“I’m a YouTuber, my friend Erika and I run it.” I explain.

“Really? How have I been so isolated about all this? How long have you been doing it?” Tori asks.

“3 or 4 years, I think.” I answer as I lean forward into the mirror to do my mascara.

“What are you guys called?” Izzy questions.

“Just Erika and Harper.” I shrug and put on some red lipstick.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you guys have 1 million subscribers?” Tori exclaims.

“Yeah,” I sheepishly say, “well 1 and three quarters.”

I run my hand through my loosely curled hair. I should really get my hair cut again, it’s really quite long, just under my boob.

“Nearly 2 million.” Tori breathes.

“Nearly,”

Standing up and smoothing out my dress, before going to get my phone, for the vital picture before going out.

We’ve gotten to know each other quite well over these past few hours. Izzy is a real free spirit, kinda hippy but not, she’s also really out there fashion wise. Tonight she is wearing a denim flared jump suit, which have tiny hand sewn flowers on it, with some see through heels. It looks pretty cool actually and really suits her. I’ve only spent a few hours with her, yet she is so different to everyone I’ve ever met. She’s kinda like Pheobe from Friends.

Tori is cool too. She’s very different from Izzy but they get along really well. They’ve been friends, but never really gotten to know each other. Tori is your basic white girl, but not the annoying kind; you know the ones I’m talking about? She’s really funny and is fun, she’s the kinda person that’ll call you up, and ask you to go for some ice cream or something.

In the short time I’ve known them, I already love them to pieces. I feel as if they are gonna be some good friends for the next few years and a lot of memories are gonna be made.

“Yes! Work it! Get that picture! Just like that! Yes! Get it! Oooo! Work it! Girl!” Tori says as I take the pictures, causing us all to laugh.

“I’m gonna post this to my account, so a lot of people will see this. Is that okay with you guys?” I ask for consent.

“It’s fine with me.” Izzy shrugs.

“Yeah, same.” Tori nods.

I post them on all my social media platforms with the caption: What should our squad be called?

In the span of five minutes, my phone blows up with notifacations.

Dicks and Chicks

Michael: you’re replacing us already?

Erika: dude, we were supposed to be together forever!

Ashton: who is the girl on the right?

Calum: you all look hot to be fucking honest

Luke: dude! That’s my girlfriend.

Calum: I’m so scared

Me: jeez, calm down guys! I knew you all loved me. You hardly expect me to just be left alone for three years…

Maddie: no on likes you Harper.

Me: shut the fuck up, Maddie. I have more friends than you.

Luke: where are you going anyway?

Me: we’re going to a party

Luke: nooooo, I’m not there to protect you :(

Me: I’ll be fine. Oh and Ashton, that’s Izzy, she’s gay

Maddie: oooooo, that’s my territory

Erika: ahem

Maddie: soz babe :/

Luke: be careful out there, remember that you have a boyfriend

Me: how could I forget Calum?

Calum: 😏😏

Luke: fuck you

Me: no, Calum does that

Calum: damn right

Michael: trouble in paradise…

Ashton: leave my boyfriend alone, Harper. Cashton 4 lyfe

Me: maybe I should replace you guys.

Laughing at my phone and then stuffing it in my bra. “Whats so funny?” Izzy questions.

“Um, my friends back home. We have a group chat and we are just messing around.” I answer. “Pre drinks?” I offer.

“Party time!” Tori cheers.

“God, yes.” Izzy sighs and we make our way to the kitchen.

Tori grabs three shot glasses, whilst Izzy mix up a drink, and I just sit on the counter top, calling up an Uber.

“To a great night!” We all say in unison, bringing up our glances and then downing them, cringing at the sour taste.

“Holy shit.” We all mutter.

“Pretty sure this just pure vodka, Izzy.” I claim. “Kinda nice,” I shrug as the taste lingers in my mouth.

We do another round and eat some stodgy food, before getting into our Uber.

***

We’ve been at the party for around an hour now. I’m really enjoying it so far, I’m just pressed against a walls, observing everybody. Some people are absoloutly smashed, a few people are off their face on drugs, and a lot of people are just chilling out in their own little groups of friends. Tori and Izzy have left me to go pee and get a new drink.

I’m okay on my own though, just sipping on my bottle of beer. I’m a little tipsy, I’m no where near drunk and I don’t plan on being either.

“Hi, I’m Blake.” Someone introduces themselves and he leans on the wall with his shoulder.

I look to my left and see a boy with blonde hair, in a quiff and outstanding bright blue eyes.

When I first came in, Tori and Izzy warned me about this whole group of people, especially Blake.

“I’m Harper,” I nod.

“So you’re famous?” He blurts out.

“Um, no.” I say and take a sip of my drink.

“Then why did someone come up for a picture with you half an hour ago?” He questions.

“Because I’m cool as fuck, why wouldn’t you want a picture with me?” I state.

“Is that so?” He asks and I nod. “So this isn’t you with Luke Hemmings?” He questions and pulls out his phone with a picture of Luke and I. We’re just on Michael’s sofa, laughing together.

“Nope.” I tell him and take a swig of my drink.

“You wouldn’t happen to be… dating him would you?” He questions with a smirk. “No.” I shake my head.

“So this isn’t you here, here, oh and here?” He asks and pulls up a photo of Luke and I holding hands, then me and him looking at each other with loving eyes, the last one is of Luke and I making out on the night of my birthday.

“What do you even want?” I question.

“I’m not quite sure yet, but you seem interesting.” He muses and rests an arm on my shoulder.

“You know, I’m not an object. I may not confess on who I’m dating, but I do have a boyfriend. So if you could get your fuck boy-ness away from me, that’d be great.” I tell him.

“And this is what I like about you.” He claims.

“You don’t know me.” I laugh.

“But I’d like to, firstly you seem pretty cool, I’ve been observing you this whole time you’ve been here, same as you have, secondly you’re really hot.” He explains.

“Am I supposed to fall in love with you, because under all this fuck boy you’ve got a heart of gold, and nobody really sees who you really are?” I questions with a grimace.

“If you want.” He shrugs.

“You’re really annoying. This type of stuff happens in America, not England- wait, no, this stuff happens in movies.” I whine.

“You’ve got a bit of Aussie in you, I hear.” He says.

“I grew up in Aus, then moved over here when I was seven, moved back when I was thirteen, spent the rest of my teen years there, this is the first time I’ve lived here for a while.” I explain with a bored expression.

“Can we take a picture together?” He asks.

“Why?” I question.

“Because you’re cool as fuck.” He quotes.

“Don’t use my words against me.” I laugh. “Fine, we’ll take one picture, because I’m cool as fuck.”

“Wasn’t that hard was it?” He mutters and takes his phone out of his pocket,

He holds his phone in front of us and we both smile into the camera.

“Luke is gonna be mad, when he finds this.” I mutter with a chuckle.

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