Livin' in the glitter, baby, I don't feel a thing Everythin' is better when I don't know what it means Eating gum for dinner and I'm smilin' through my teeth

Luke is grateful for the life he leads. He’s grateful for the fame, the music, the money. And hell is he grateful for you.

That’s what he thinks when he dips his head towards the table, towards the white powder that’s become his best friend lately.

The club is warm, too warm. With loud music and people out of their minds. He is out of his mind as well, so he can’t really judge.

Touring sucks when it’s not with you. He misses being an opening act, it meant he could be close to you.

Someone whoops loudly, as a waiter brings a basket of champagne to the 5sos table. Ashton is probably in his car, with the cute blonde he was talking to earlier, Michael and Callum are on the dancefloor, completely shitfaced. And Luke is surrounded by people.

He snorts the powder, tilting his head back and oh is he suddenly alright. He claps his hands together, before turning to the people around him, making conversation.

He can’t feel a thing.

Baby, it's a dream. Show me who you are, I wanna feel you breathe. Take me in your arms. Everythin' is better when you're lyin' next to me.

He gets back to his hotel with the help of security, plopping down on his bed and staring at the ceiling, which is still spinning slightly.

The bed is cold, that’s his first thought.

His second is that the scent of your perfume isn’t on his pillows.

His third is that he desperately misses it.

So he decides to call, choosing to ignore the time difference, not that he’s sharp enough in the moment to remember.