"That was scary."

    Luke looked back towards the fifteen-year-old in the back of his car, and his eyes softened almost immediately. He'd forgotten she was there for a few seconds, as he was too busy trying to work out how people had known he would be there. He'd been fine with the crowd until he heard a couple of insults being thrown around.

    He wouldn't have minded if they were directed towards him.

    'Who's that little bitch with him?'

    'She doesn't deserve him, the little slut.'

    He didn't know if she'd heard them, but God, he hoped she hadn't. She was having a hard enough time as it was, and she didn't need that on her shoulders as well.

    If they were real fans then they wouldn't care who she was. Not as long as he was happy. They wouldn't offend the people he lived either, especially a child.

    He'd wanted to turn round the second he'd heard them, but he had a reputation to uphold. Elena would've never forgiven him, either. Violence had never been her favourite thing. Instead, she'd rather scream and shout, whilst Luke preferred to use his fists.

    Luke chuckled, "Yeah, it was. I'm sorry about that, I didn't know there was gonna be anyone there."

    Elena didn't reply, and Luke instantly felt guilty. She already felt uncomfortable and she'd hardly been with him. I've already let her down.

    "It'll get better." He tried. "When the boys and I first started it totally freaked us out, at first. But you kinda get used to it, yanno?"

    Elena nodded her head.

    "I'll always be there for you, you know that, right?" A final attempt at trying to reassure the girl.

    "I know, Luke." Elena smiled, softly.

    A comfortable silence fell over the two. Elena fiddled with the straps on her bag as nervousness settles in her stomach. The thing was, she didn't even know why she was nervous. She had seen the group of men that made up her favourite band many times, and although she considered them brothers, she still worried about what they would think. It had been a year since she had last seen them; the group having stayed in Los Angeles over the Christmas holidays the last year instead of coming home as they usually would. Luke had called to tell her personally - they had work that needed to be done and that he'd be there in the summer, in time for her birthday.

    Did the three men want her to be there? Did Luke want her to be there? Would she only be a distraction? A complication? A pest? Would she get in the way of their work? Their day-to-day activities.

    Elena was no idiot, and she knew her twenty-two-year-old brother went out a lot. Everyone did that at that age. Night clubs and alcohol were a major factor in her brother and his friends' lives - no matter how much Luke denied it. Elena knew because she did it too.

    "I don't know what your room looks like - I left it to the guys." Luke apologised. "They said they wanted to help."

    "Oh no." Elena was having flashbacks to the time Calum decided he wanted to help Luke babysit when their parents had gone out. Eight-year-old Elena had decided that she didn't want to be a princess anymore, and Calum had promptly decided that he had to change her mind. Even if that did mean hiding all items of clothing that weren't pink. Michael hadn't been impressed when he came round hours later to find his favourite little sister was no longer 'punk rock'.

   Luke laughed. "Michael will save it. He'll make sure your walls are blue, and if they're not, we'll re-paint them."

    The car rolled to a stop outside a house. It looked like an ordinary family home - with a couple of add ons. A large garage accompanied the building along with an enormous back yard. Security cameras hid in plain sight and Elena knew there was a security system on the inside too.

    Anything to keep a young A-list celebrity and his family safe.

    Elena jumped out the vehicle and yawned, fatigue hitting her like a GCSE deadline hitting a Year 11 pupil in a British secondary school. Jet-lag was cruel.

Luke laughed at his sisters tired state as he pulled their cases out from the car boot before making his way towards the front door and unlocking it, Elena stumbling behind him.

The two made their way inside the house before setting their cases down on the floor, and Elena yawned once again.

"Your rooms the second door on the left," he said, pointing up the stairs, "right next to mine. Call me if you need anything."

Elena nodded, before grabbing her bag once again and slowly making her way up the stairs.

"Oh, and the boys wanna come 'round sometime tomorrow."

Although most fans seemed to fantasise over the entire of the 5 Seconds Of Summer band living together, it wasn't true. The night Luke had received the phone call informing him of his family's accident, the group had stayed over at his after a late writing session. Sometimes they preferred to work outside the studio.

    Sure, there had been times where two members had shared a house for short periods of time, but aside from that, not once had it ever been considered. It would've been a nightmare - each one having different living habits then the others.

Besides, it was hard enough sharing a tour bus with each other for a couple of months at a time, let alone a house for years.

Elena nodded again, her brain too tired to function. Making her way along the second floor, she nearly missed the second door on the left. She pushed it open, and her brain barely registered her surroundings before she fell upon her bed, asleep within seconds