loving this feeling

Beatrice shifted uncomfortably in the wheelchair she was sat in, mentally thanking every higher power up there that she was still attached to her IV of painkillers. Looking to Wendalyn, the girl in the room next to hers, Bea raised her eyebrows. The nurses had informed them there was a special performance from a band native to Australia, and Beatrice had been curious for over a week. "How're you feeling?" She asked her friend quietly, adjusting the blanket on her own lap, grateful for the warmth.

Luke tuned his acoustic guitar, looking forward to the charity performance he and the boys had organised for the hospital. Luke often found that he took his luck in his life for granted, and that started the domino effect of wanting to raise money for families who couldn't afford to pay for surgery or hospital bills. "Ready?" He asked his band mates, smiling, genuinely able to say he was looking forward to the performance and to meeting some patients.

Wendalyn leaned back in the wheelchair, chewing on her lip nervously, worried about getting nauseous or about the IV of painkillers running out, since she wasn’t sure how long the performance would last. Her fingers curled into the blanket on her lap, though she peered over at Bea, offering a small smile. “Nervous,” she murmured quietly as she watched her, “What about you?”

Michael looked over at Luke after he’d finished tuning his own guitar, grinning slightly. “I am,” he confirmed, “Dunno about Ashton and Calum, though.” He looked amused, but he was looking forward to playing music for the hospital patients - he knew many of them had probably never been to a concert and, more so, that they probably wouldn’t normally be able to attend one. He wanted to make them happy, to give them a chance to enjoy themselves.

Bea nodded in understanding, returning the small smile. "Same here." She murmured, shrugging her shoulders lightly, although wincing in pain. Bea knew her surgery was booked for sometime within the next few days, and to keep her mind off the nerves, this was a welcoming distraction, but Bea was worried about being sick or making a fool of herself in front of a relatively big band. "Hoping these guys don't suck."

Calum rolled his eyes. "You suck, Mikey." He commented as he tuned his guitar.

Luke grinned with Michael's words, shaking his head in amusement with the banter between band mates. "C'mon, let's get this started." He smiled. It wasn't a long set, they'd chosen five songs to perform that were favourites of the boys, and Luke had chosen Amnesia as the final song. Leading the way to the chairs that had been set up for the boys, Luke smiled. "Hi there," he nodded. "We're 5 Seconds of Summer." He introduced, scanning the room carefully at the different faces, his eyes lingering as his eyes fell on one particular girl, her beauty sticking out to him more than anything. Offering her a small smile, Luke cleared his throat. "This first song is Long Way Home."

Wendalyn offered a weak, amused smile in response to her friend’s words, and she shrugged gently. “Even if they do suck, at least it’s better than sitting in our rooms all day, waiting for surgeries,” she murmured quietly, her fingers toying with the fabric of her blanket. Her gaze went to the band when somebody spoke, though, and she paused when she saw the speaker’s gorgeous blue eyes land her. She quickly tried to convince herself that she was imagining things, especially when she saw his smile, and her fingers curled tighter into her blanket as she tried to ignore her nerves.

Ashton laughed from where he was. “Does it surprise you, Cal?” he asked with amusement.

Michael offered a grin in response to his friends. “Oi, you’ll get over it, I’m sure. It’s not like I wounded your pride or anything,” he joked lightly as he shifted to get comfortable on the stool he was sitting on, his gaze sweeping over the patients and nurses and doctors there. When his gaze fell on one specific girl, though, he couldn’t tear his gaze away, in awe of her beauty, of how truly gorgeous she was, and he cleared his throat a bit, offering a smile to her before he could stop himself. Getting comfortable, he began playing the song, hoping to impress her, though he wasn’t sure where that hope came from so suddenly.

Beatrice shifted in her wheelchair uncomfortably, wincing as she adjusted herself. “I mean, that’s true.” She nodded, smiling with amusement. Looking to the band as they came out; Beatrice watched the one that spoke with a slight boredom. But when her gaze met another boy’s, Beatrice felt a spark of interest ignite within her. When he offered her a smile, she returned it, ducking her head slightly.

Calum shook his head. “Not really.” He hummed to Ashton quietly.

Luke couldn’t tear his eyes away from the girl that had so easily captured his attention, and as much as he tried to tear his gaze away, his eyes always seemed to gravitate towards her, and he sung his parts, hoping she was enjoying the show, hoping that he was impressing her in some sort of way. Watching as she gripped to her blanket, Luke’s eyebrows furrowed, hoping that she wasn’t in any pain, or discomfort. He wondered what a beauty like her would be doing in the hospital.

Michael watched with concern when he caught sight of the girl his attention had been captured by wince and he wanted to go to her, ask if she was okay, see if there was anything he could do to help her, wanting to know her name and what was wrong, but he tried to focus on the song, not wanting to ruin the show, especialy since he now wanted to make sure the show was amazing for her. Offering a concerned smile to her, he kept his gaze on her for the majority of the song, singing and playing when he was meant to, but never losing his focus from her.

Ashton grinned in response, but he focused on the show, singing his parts when he could, since he couldn’t do his drum parts.

Wendalyn watched the band play quietly, finding herself incapable of responding to Beatrice, too amazed by how nice the band played, but especially by the voice of the guy with the eyes she could swim in. For the time that she listened to him sing, she could almost forget where she was and why she was there, and she couldn’t really tear her gaze away from him, amazed with his talents.

Beatrice paused when Michael began to sing his part, any lingering thoughts of her pain and her scenario forgotten about as he sung. Beatrice studied him for a long moment, seeing how he concentrated on the words, and she swore, she could listen to him sing all day. Seeing his concerned smile aimed at her though, Bea returned a reassuring smile, hoping that it was enough to stop him from feeling sorry for her, but his voice, his eyes, his smile... Beatrice swore that her world almost came to a complete stand still.

Luke offered Wendalyn a smile as they finished Long Way Home, clearing his throat. "Thank you," he smiled, going straight into Want You Back, his gaze not really leaving Wendalyn. He strummed his guitar as he was meant to, he sung his parts, but Wendalyn had his attention, and he never wanted to tear his gaze away from her, concerned for her, just wanting to make sure she was comfortable and safe. He didn't understand where his concern came from, he didn't know the girl, and yet she was the most captivating beauty he'd ever seen.

Michael could feel his heartbeat racing with the fact that Beatrice’s attention was on him, his heart swelling in the most unimaginable ways. While he played and sang, he couldn’t tear his gaze from her - he didn’t even want to, not even a little, not even for a moment. His gaze remained focused on her, just making sure she was okay, that she was there, that he didn’t lose sight of her, because he wanted to be a part of her life.

Wendalyn was amazed by Luke, finding herself watching him, her attention so easily focused on him, and she didn’t really mind. She listened to him sing, she listened to him play, and she swore she’d never felt more at ease - she’d never even known ease until now. Her fingers still curled around her blanket, she kept her gaze on Luke, entranced by him in every way.

Luke wondered if he was crazy, singing with ease as he watched the beauty that he seemed to gravitate to in the most incredible of ways. He wanted to know her, but felt as though he'd known her for the longest time, as if in their previous life, they'd agreed to meet in this one. His eyes had barely left her as the concert continued, and as the last song had ended, Luke stood to bow with his bandmates; swearing silently to himself that after meeting some patients, he would attempt to find the girl his heart seemed to be set on so desperately.

Beatrice held onto her IV pole as she watched the band with content, the blanket on her lap keeping her warm as her eyes studied the boy that so easily caught her attention, her heart swelling at the sight of comfortable green eyes that she wanted to get to know - perhaps it was the pain medication that they'd pumped into her over the past two days. As the band bowed, Beatrice adjusted herself in her wheelchair with a wince, exhaling with anxiety.

Wendalyn chewed on her lip as she watched the band play, listening intently, enjoying the music despite the pain she felt, and her gaze never once left the guy who’d caught her attention. Still, once the show was over, she couldn’t handle the pain anymore, and she looked to her nurse, requesting to go back to her room before the nurse wheeled her that way.

Michael grinned as the show ended and he bowed cheerfully, though his gaze went back to the beauty. He didn’t want to look away from her, afraid she’d disappear, and he was easily amazed by her. From where he was, he watched her, hopeful that she was okay, wanting to meet her, and above everything else, wanting to get to know her, more than anything in the world.