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5sos fanfiction
Book title- Through the lens
Notes- wanting to share my book thats ongoing on Wattpad @starfirethoughts
Chapter 1-Through the lens
Lena Carter had always been a girl with a camera. It wasn't just a hobby, not a passing interest. Photography was how she saw the world—through the lens of her Canon, everything was a snapshot, a moment frozen in time.
She wasn't famous. She wasn't some big-shot photographer with glossy magazine spreads or her work hanging in the top galleries of the world. But Lena had something that most of the top names didn't: passion. It drove her, it consumed her, and it made every day a potential masterpiece.
Her apartment, a tiny place just on the edge of the city, was crammed with cameras, lenses, tripods, and stacks of photography books. It smelled faintly of coffee, old books, and the soft scent of paint from the canvas where she'd try to capture light in different ways. Photography was everything to her, even if the world hadn't fully noticed yet.
Today, like most days, she was on a mission. Lena had seen a post on social media about a last-minute, exclusive gig—a small concert by a band she'd never heard of before. But the venue was just the sort of place she loved: intimate, cozy, and perfect for candid shots. She'd gotten the green light from the event organizer to bring her camera, and she wasn't going to let the opportunity slip by.
She walked through the crowded streets of the city, her camera bag bouncing lightly against her hip. The brisk autumn air carried a hint of rain, and she quickened her pace. The venue was tucked between two art galleries on a quiet street, a place that looked like it belonged in a forgotten corner of the world, its stone exterior worn with time.
Inside, the dim lighting and smoky haze gave the venue an old-school charm. Lena set her bag down at the side of the room, adjusting the straps on her camera and scanning the crowd. It was already filling up, but she could still move around without bumping into anyone.
Then, the lights dimmed even further, and a low murmur ran through the audience. The stage was small, barely big enough for the instruments, but as the first chords of the band echoed out, Lena's heart skipped. The sound was electric—raw, energetic. There was something familiar about it, something that made her pause for a moment. She leaned in, trying to focus on getting the perfect shot, her fingers flying over the camera settings.
And then, she saw him.
Luke Hemmings.
Her first thought was no way. The Luke Hemmings. The lead singer of 5 Seconds of Summer.
He was standing on stage, eyes closed, microphone in hand, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. He was just a few feet away, bathed in the soft, amber light from above. His movements were easy and effortless, like the music was flowing through him. She couldn't believe it. She'd always been a fan, but this was... this was different. This was real.
She tried to calm her breathing, keeping her hands steady as she adjusted the lens, capturing the raw energy of the moment. The audience was swaying with the beat, but Lena's focus was entirely on him. His features were sharp, eyes intense, his tousled hair falling into his face, adding to the image of a rockstar she'd only ever seen on screen.
He caught her gaze for a split second as she snapped another photo, and for a brief moment, she froze. He didn't seem to notice it, though, or maybe he was too immersed in the music to care. The band continued to play, the intensity of the set growing, and Lena couldn't help but be drawn in even further.
As the song ended, the lights flashed on for a moment, and the crowd cheered. Lena, trying to keep her cool, adjusted the strap of her camera and moved to the side to grab a few candid shots of the band members as they took a breather. Her heart was racing, but she was a professional. This was her moment.
"Great shots tonight," a voice said, and she froze.
Lena turned quickly to find herself face-to-face with Luke Hemmings. The voice wasn't just familiar from songs; it was the real, live version of him standing there in front of her. His casual black jacket and jeans somehow made him seem even more effortlessly cool than she'd ever imagined.
"I... I'm sorry?" she stammered, blinking a few times as her brain tried to catch up. This had to be some kind of trick. Some elaborate prank.
Luke smiled, a little sheepishly, his blue eyes flicking from the camera in her hands to her face. "You were getting some great shots out there," he said, glancing toward the stage. "I saw you a few times in the front."
Lena's face flushed, and she cleared her throat, trying to seem calm and collected despite her racing heart. "Thanks," she managed. "You're... amazing tonight. I didn't even know you were playing here."
"Yeah, it's kind of a secret thing," Luke said, his tone almost conspiratorial. "Wanted to do something more intimate before the big tour kicks off. You a photographer?"
Lena nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah. I mean, sort of. I'm trying to get my name out there."
"Well, looks like you're doing a good job so far." He chuckled, leaning slightly closer. "Would love to see some of your work, if you're cool with that."
Lena's heart pounded. This couldn't be happening, but here he was, standing in front of her, talking about her photography as if it were something important.
"Uh, yeah. I'd love that," she managed, her voice almost a whisper.
Luke smiled again, and for the first time that evening, Lena felt her nerves settle, just a little. This was the beginning of something she hadn't even dared to dream of. A meeting. A connection. Maybe more.
Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with her camera strap, trying to process what had just happened. She wasn't sure where this would lead, but there was one thing she knew for certain: her world had just gotten a whole lot bigger.
And it was only just beginning.
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