"Your words are so beautiful it will be hard for me to love anyone else."

**

The airport was buzzing. People rushing around to get to their terminals and flights on time, dragging heavy suitcases and crying children with them. Teenagers sulk behind their parents with loud music blaring through their headphones. I have always loved airports for some weird reason, I think I get it from my mom. She loves watching aeroplanes.

"So you won't be coming home?" Dad asks me over the phone. We were waiting to board our flight to Australia.

"Yeah, I decided to stay on the tour. You know how hard it is for me to leave something incomplete." I reply, sipping my coffee. I didn't want to lie to my father but I couldn't think of a better reason to give him. My mother was expecting me home this month, she will surely be furious when she hears.

"If you are happy where you are, then we are too, love. I'm glad that you're getting to go to all these places that you have always wanted to visit." I could feel the smile in his voice. I got my wanderlust from my Dad. He was always up for travelling to new places.

"Thanks, Dad. I guess I'll see you soon then."

"Of course honey. Send me a postcard from Australia or something okay?" He laughs and we say our goodbyes. Montana is fidgeting nervously next to me, worrying over Calum meeting her parents for the first time, I put a comforting arm around her and she cuddles closer to me.

This was the first time I was going to Australia so I was more excited than ever. The band had left Manila last night so that they could sneak out without the fans knowing and the rest of us were flying out today. The ARIAs were in two days.

After my little talk with Addy the other day I had called Lilian and she too had been shocked at my response but had agreed to renew my agreement. It made me question myself for a minute. Do I actually want to keep doing this? I don't really want to go back home and be alone so I guess this was the next best move I could make. It was far, far away from my therapists too.

I hope I don't regret this later, the only person that would give me a reason to regret this would be Luke. I'm trying everything I possibly can to keep my mind off of him. I even agreed to go on a couple of dates with Ross but I felt bad about it later on. I loved spending time with him but as much as I like Ross and find him attractive, I couldn't see myself with him that way. He was a gentleman and cared about me a great deal but I knew deep down I wasn't the one for him and I think he knew that too. We enjoy each other's company, just like good friends do.

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Luke's Point of View

"Luke for god sake we are trying to get through this damn practice! Can you not zone out for ten minutes?" Ashton chastises me, bringing me back from my daze.

"Sorry. Where are we again?" I groan as Calum shakes his head and starts the song all over again.

Sierra, she is filling up my head. I can't get her out. I want to crush my skull in with a metal pole. Her smile and her eyes are the only things I can think of now. I hate her, but I don't hate her. She came into my life and my thoughts so suddenly I didn't see it coming and now I can't keep her out.

"So you boys will do two songs. One from your old album and one from your new one." Sammy confirms with us and we all nod. The ARIAs were tomorrow. Sound crews were running around setting up around the stage. No matter how many times we play these shows in Australia, it will always be nerve wracking. Getting up on stage in your own country felt different compared to others for some reason.

Wonder if Sierra's flight landed safely.

There you go again

Stop it

Every time a part of me rebelled against her the other part longed for her. It was so fucking ridiculous. I turn to Ashton to ask him about their flight but decide against it. I didn't know where I stood with Sierra but we acknowledged each other more now. I was selfishly glad that she hadn't brought up me being an asshole to her but I still wanted to push her away, I will not say sorry, I will not apologise for who I am.

Ruin her. Ruin her.

Shut up.

There was no peace anywhere. This internal turmoil always left me agitated and angry. I did not deserve this. I do not want to deal with this. Why can't I be sane like the rest? Why do I have to keep fighting myself?

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Sierra's Point Of View

"This is everything I imagined it to be like." I gasp as I open the curtains and look out of my hotel balcony. We were staying at the Four Seasons here in Sydney and the hotel looked over the Sydney Harbor and it was nothing short of breathtaking.

It wasn't too hot like people always told me Australia would be. I smile to myself, remembering what Montana had said about the summers here in Australia. According to her, sometimes it gets so hot that your sweat would sweat too. Those were her exact words.

However, it was the middle of October so it was just warm now, not too hot and there was a bit of wind. I loved it.

The harbour was so alive. The water was a beautiful deep blue going on for ages with the Sydney harbour bridge shining over it majestically. There were ferries and yachts floating around, looking like tiny paper boats all the way from here.

We have only been here for two hours but my heart yearned like I've been tugged at for years by this beautiful country and now that I was finally here, a feeling of content took over. There was so much exploring I wanted to do. All the beaches I wanted to go too and laze around in.

"Do you know that if we visited a beach here every day, it would still take us a total of twenty-seven years to get to all of them?" Addy asks, her eyes big with excitement. She was always giving me random facts about places.

"Seriously? Maybe when I'm seventy and lonely and still have a killer beach bod I'll spend the years here till I die, visiting all of them." I joke. That actually wouldn't be such a bad idea now that I think about it.

"You won't be lonely." Addy frowns.

"You never know. So when are we getting time to explore?" I asked quickly changing the subject. Addy was constantly worried about me now. Even the slightest weird comments I would give worried her and I didn't want anyone worrying about me.

The worried creases on her forehead smooth out as she pulls out her itinerary.

"We have the rest of today off to get everything ready. Then tomorrow we have the ARIAs. Then we have a day off again, then the boys have Sydney shows two days in a row, then we have a week off before Perth and—" She goes on and on so I stop her before she runs out of air.

She always had everything in order. Addy and Montana are both very orderly people, I, on the other hand, was a walking tornado according to them. Not really, I was an organised mess, I knew where everything was when I wanted something.

"Ashton promised to take us to the best places around during our days off." She says, clapping excitedly.

That would be great but unless he is disguised beyond recognition, he would be a very bad tour guide. Fans would spot him in seconds.

"Did you figure out what you're wearing for the ARIAs tomorrow?" Addy asks, snapping me out of my thoughts on how we could possibly disguise a giant, six feet, wild-haired, giggly rock star.

"Yeah. I think I'll wear that blue dress I bought in Manila. Do you think that's okay?"

"Totally! That would look so beautiful with those black heels I got you!" We weren't going to attend the ARIAs at first but then the boys had insisted on it. Well, Calum and Ashton wanted to take their girls as their dates, I was just fifth wheeling as usual.

"Hello? Hey, babe! How's the sound check going?" Addy calls Ashton so I slip out of our room, grabbing my sandals and bag.

I decide to walk towards town and take a couple of pictures. The sun was setting and the blue in the sky was fading to a beautiful orange and pink. I click a picture of the sunset and put it up on Instagram.

"You're beautiful 'straya <3"

Walking around, I see quite a lot of things I have never seen back in England or in NYC. Australia was so diverse in its culture it was overwhelming but in all the right ways. There was a sort of calm to everything, a freedom. It was peaceful. Maybe I will move here one day.

---

I haven't so much as sat down for the past eight hours. We have been rushing around all day, getting both the bands ready for the award show. I almost burn my hand straightening Michael's hair, spiking it up with hairspray as artfully as I can. I loved how even the messiest hair always seemed to suit him. It was a natural thing for the entire band.

"Who saw my cuff links?" Luke rushes in, holding his cuff and an untied tie hanging around his neck.

My heart pulls up into my throat at the sight of him.

I had styled his hair before he started to get dressed. Addy and Montana were in charge of making sure everyone got into their clothes while I took care of hair and makeup. I hadn't seen what Luke had chosen until now. He is in a dark grey Gucci suit with a white shirt underneath. He looked so incredibly handsome I was pretty sure my eyes were popping out of my head.

"Are you going to burn my hair?" Michael laughs, snapping me out of my gaze on Luke.

"Sorry. You're all good Mikey." I mumble, patting him on the back and he rushes out to start getting ready.

"Did you see them?" Luke asks, coming up to me.

"Let me see." I pull his wrist towards me, smiling up at him. 

"You don't need cuff links for this suit, Luke." I bite my lip to hold back a laugh.

"What? Why not?" He asks, his forehead creasing with confusion as he takes his hand back, examining the sleeve.

"Oh. Didn't see that." He blushes, embarrassed.

"I'm not used to these damn clothes. I don't know why I can't just wear my skinny jeans and a shirt."

He tries to do the buttons up on the cuff by himself and fails so I take his hand back. "Here, let me do it. It's an award show Lucas. Plus, you wear that every day. It's boring."

"Why thank you. It's always great to be insulted by your own stylist." He smiles wide while I finish buttoning his cuffs. The grey contrasted so well with his skin tone, hair, and eye colour.

"I'll tie that for you too," I say, taking the tie from his hand. He steps closer to me and the smell of his cologne wraps around me. It was one of those strong and masculine ones that I loved so much. I wanted to lean further into him but he would be creeped out if I start sniffing him. He was saying something to me but I don't hear him for a second.

"Pardon me, what was that?" I ask, pulling the tie over his shoulder and back from around his neck. I have to reach up on my tip toes to get it around his neck and my hands rest on his shoulder for a second. A sigh leaves my lips without warning.

Giving me a knowing grin he softly repeats the question again. "I asked, will you be there for our performance today?"

"Uh, I believe so. The girls and I will be attending." I pull the end of his tie through the knot, settling the long end on his chest. 

"Thanks." He says as I take a reluctant step back. I didn't know what was happening between us. I'm used to him being rude to me, this felt so weird. I didn't understand what changed between us or why it changed so fast. I was waiting for him to turn back around and snap at me or say something rude. His mood always changed so suddenly and I was not used to the smiles and "thank you's." But I loved it so much I didn't let the ugly thoughts fester for long.

"I look forward to seeing you in the crowd then." He turns to the mirror with that, smoothing the tie over his chest.

"Why?" I question with a raised eyebrow. He never cared about me watching the shows before.

He couldn't even look at me two weeks ago.

I ignore my conscience, grabbing the black plastic bag laid over a chair that has my ironed dress in it. I had to start getting ready soon or I would make everyone late.

"You'll see." He winks and turns away as Ashton and Calum walk in.