Luke's POV

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but this is my room. I reserved it only for me. Got that? Now, get out.” I said. Boy, was I angry.

“Stop lying! This is my room! Liz said so!” she shouted back at me. 

“Liz. Urgh! I can’t believe my mum would do this!” I  shouted at no one in particular as I walked out the door and knocked into my mum's room. 

Clara went with me. Apparently, she’s furious, too. 

“MUM! It's me!” 

Soon, the door opened and revealed my mum. 

“Why, if it isn’t the lovely couple on tour with us. Please, do come in.” she said.

“Stop playing, mum. Why’d you put us in a room together?” I asked her before I even got inside.

“Yeah! I refuse to share a room with this beast!” Clara added then quickly said to me. “No offense.”

“So I’m a ‘beast’ now? Look who’s talking! You started all of this mess!” I put my attention back to her.

“Oh, you did not just say that!”

“Well, I just did!”

“Idiot! It’s not like I want to get sucked up in this mess called YOUR LIFE!”

“WEll, then yo——“ 

“LUKE! CLARA! STOP IT!” Liz shouted. We stopped and looked at her. That was shocking.

She breathed deeply and then sighed. 

“Look, I didn’t set this up. The management did. Though the boys and I kind of agreed to it. It’s just like you said, Clara. If we want to make this work, we have to act really well. The management already had the same plan before you even said yours, Clara. So they put things to action quickly.” she explained. 

I understand now.

If we have to be fake girlfriend and boyfriend, we have got to be the best fake girlfriend and boyfriend anyone has ever seen. 

“But there’s just one bed.” Clara reminded Liz. 

That’s right! I can’t share a room AND a bed with her. It will be chaos.

“You’re just gonna have to work it out and share. I’m sorry, dear.” 

“Well, I hope this plan better work.” I said as I walked out. I can’t help swearing. This whole thing is stressing me out.

“Good night, Luke. Good night, Clara.”

I ignored her. Although Clara did give mum a small “G’night.” 

I opened the door to OUR room (previously mine alone) and went inside. I didn’t even bother to close the door. Clara just did.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Neither one of us were saying a word.

After brushing my teeth, I went to bed. But something stopped me in my tracks. 

“AHHHHHH!” 

Clara was changing her clothes. And she’s only wearing her underwear and a shirt. She threw her shoe at me. I was flustered.

“What are you doing?! Pervert!” 

“Hey! I didn’t know you were changing!” I shouted back.

She just stood there with her cheeks flaming red. 

“I’m going to bed.” I ignored her and jumped into my bed.

I was finally relaxed and close to sleep when Clara cleared her throat.

I got up and asked her, “What?”

“Where am I supposed to sleep?”

“Do I look like I care?”

She scoffed, and said “Listen, I hate this just as much as you do. And fighting with you is not gonna help it. So as much as I don’t want to say it, we have to make a temporary peace pact.”

“Fine. Fiiiiiiine. Just go to sleep.” I said as I turned back and went back to sleep.

Then, as soon as I closed my eyes, someone grabbed the sheets and jumped into my bed. It was Clara.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I shouted.

“I’m gonna sleep here whether you like it or not! I am NOT sleeping in the couch!”

“Well, you should! This is my bed!” 

“We. Have. To. Share. Peace. Pact. Remember?” 

I kept quiet. “Fine. Whatever. Just don’t move around too much and don’t snore.”

I looked at her and her angry face is gone. Man, she looked tired. Probably more tired than me after a show. She’s not used to this crazy lifestyle. Even if I hated it, I gave her the benefit of a doubt and let her sleep.

I was back to concentrating on my sleep when she grabbed one of my pillows, jolting me awake once again.

“HEY! What was that for?” I asked her.

She was arranging the pillows so it would make a barrier between us.

“This is my side of the bed. And that is yours. Keep your hands to yourself.” She said to me then laid down. 

I groaned and started to sleep as well. It’s actually hard to sleep with just one flat pillow.

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Ngggghhhhhhh. Nggghhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmm….

I smell flowers. Roses, to be exact. I feel warm. I wonder where this wonderful warmth coming from? I need more warm. I pull it closer to me and the smell of roses becomes stronger. Is this a dream? No, it’s not. I’m awake. I just have to open my eyes. 

I have to wake up. I opened my eyes and nearly screamed. 

I was hugging Clara. 

And I liked it.

She went past the pillow barrier she created herself and into my territory. She was snuggling up to me and I guess I wasn’t awake enough to notice since I was HUGGING HER. 

I slowly tried to get out of her side and out of the bed without waking her up. It will be so awkward if she found out. 

I lift her hand slowly out of my chest and I slide to the side where I am almost to the edge of the bed. 

Nnggghhh…. 

Shit! She woke up! 

I stopped moving. I waited. And waited. But she kept sleeping.

FALSE ALARM!

She only moved. God, that scared the shit out of me. 

After what seemed like ages, I got out of the bed without waking Clara up, slowly and precisely. 

I stared at her sleeping figure. She looked peaceful and almost lovable when she’s asleep compared to when she’s awake. I smile to myself. Sleeping beside her wasn’t bad at all. She smelled like roses even though she’s tired as hell. She’s so warm and I haven’t relaxed for a long time. 

Someone knocked at the door so loud which made me ran quickly to it. Whoever it was, they have to stop. Clara will wake up. Whoever it was, they interrupted my thoughts. And that makes me pissed.

“What?!” I said as I opened the door. 

“Chill man!” It was Michael. “How’s your wife?” 

“Haha. Very funny. You woke me up to tease me, you shit.” I told him as I scratch my bed head.

“No. I woke you AND your ‘girlfriend’ to tell you to hurry up. We’re leaving in about 3 and a half hours.” He explained and went out. 

I groaned. I forgot to pack and fix my things.

Must I do this now?

I guess I have to. 

As I was packing my things, Clara woke up.

“What time is it?” she mumbled. 

I didn’t answer her since she’ll soon realize that there is a clock at the bedside table.

“Hey! I asked you a question!” She sat up and shouted at me.

“There’s a clock at the bedside table, genius.” I answered her in a calm voice. I’m still shaken up about the snuggling thing. I don’t want her to find out about it.

She soon got up from bed and went straight to the bathroom. I glanced at her and noticed that she looked so damn hot with her hair disheveled. Her shirt was too big so it went past her shorts, which made her look like she has no shorts at all.

Damn it. I looked away before Clara catches me. She went in and closed the bathroom door behind her. 

I went back to focusing on packing my things when someone knocked the door. 

“Luke! Let me in!” It was Danielle, one of our stylists. I know her voice because she’s extremely talkative.

I opened the door.

“What are you standing there for? Give me a hug, you naughty rascal you!” Danielle said. I smiled and hugged her. 

“So where is she? Your ‘girlfriend’?” Danielle said as we pull away.

“You know about the plan, too?” I asked her.

“Well, duh. I am part of the team. You need me to help you show the public about your ‘relationship’ with this girl.” She explained."You need desperate help,Luke."

“Alright. Alright. We’re hopeless. Now what are you doing here. Aren’t you supposed to be packing your things?” I asked her.

“Already did. Unlike you.” Danielle said to me as she looked at the pile of clothes I have scattered around my room. 

I sighed. She always teases me like I’m her little brother whenever we talk.

“You still haven’t answered me. What are you doing here?” I asked her again.

“Doing my job, of course.” Danielle said.

“And that is?”

“Rule number one of celebrity relationships: The significant other of the celebrity, in this case Clara, must be aware of how she look like to the public’s eye. Failure to perform this rule will amount to hate and extreme dislike by the celebrity’s fans.”

“So you’re here to take Clara shopping?” I paraphrased what she just said.

“Pretty much.” Danielle said.

“Do you know how much time is left before we leave?”

“It will be fast. We’ll just buy clothes for this flight.  By the time we’ll get to Florida we’ll buy her clothes for the whole tour since we have more time.” 

I sighed. They’re right, of course. 

“She’s in the bathroom.” I told them. 

She got up and knocked on the bathroom door. 

“Clara? Are you there? Hurry up! We’re going shopping!” Danielle called her.

After a few seconds, Clara got out. I can’t help but stare. She's still sexily disheveled. 

Danielle cleared her throat and I glanced at her. She was looking at me and smiling to herself. She saw that I’ve been staring at Clara. I blushed and continued packing my things. 

“Clara. Hi. I'm Danielle Kahlani.” she introduced herself.They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. 

"I'm here to be your personal image consultant and also the band's.” she explained.

“Oh. Thanks a lot for that. I really appreciate it.” Clara said to her.

“No problem. First thing we have to do is get you clothes for this flight. When we reach our destination, we’ll go shopping for the whole tour.” Danielle explained to her.

“But how am I gonna pay for all of the clothes. I have no money or anything right now.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I have a lot of friends who owns these fabulous fashion boutiques. I’m sure they can give it to you for free. Especially now that you’re Luke Hemmings' ‘girlfriend’.” 

“She knows about the plan.” I yelled from across the room.

“Oh. Ok. But I can’t really go shopping wearing this. I have no other clothes except the dress I wore yesterday.” Clara told both of them.

“No worries. You can use these.” Danielle gave her a bag full of clothes and even shoes.

“Thanks, Danielle.” Clara smiled and went back inside the bathroom to change.

I have a feeling that Danielle is looking at me. Oh God. I hate being interrogated by her.

“So……I saw you staring at Clara.” Danielle started to ask me after a silent moment. “It is so obvious that you like her, Luke.”

“Would you please stop?  She’s a pain in my ass and I get to share a room AND a bed with her.” I told her a little too loud. 

Someone cleared their throat behind me. Shit. Clara heard me.

"Are you done ranting about me, Luke? Because if you aren’t, we really have to go now.” Clara told me.

She didn’t even wait for my answer. She just went out the door with Danielle following up behind her. Danielle was grinning deviously at me. 

Dammit. Now, I'm in for it.

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A/N:

Danielle Kahlani would have constant presence in the story so if I ever write something that does not sound like her, pretend that it's like her because i know close to nothing about the girl and this is a work of FICTION so...yeah. Please be patient with me. 

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