Luka x Famous! Reader

(A/n)-I'm gonna make this one special. It'll all be in Luka's p.o.v.! Yay! No...? Ok. I'll let you read what you came for.

"Thanks for coming out everybody! We'll see you here again next week!"

I exited the stage, sighing. I loved doing concerts, but it's getting kinda ridiculous. Mom has us performing more often, giving me less time to come up with new songs.

I walked to my room and closed the door behind me. I fell on my bed and slowly closed my eyes. "Luka! Luka! Come here, immediately!"

I groaned and got out of bed. "What is it, Mom?", I called back. My door opened to reveal my mother smiling widely.

"Just the best news you'll ever hear!"

I glared at her. "Just tell me already." She cleared her throat and brought a paper from her jacket.

I looked over it. It was a flyer giving the latest news on who was coming to Paris. I read the name...(Y/n) (L/n)!

My eyes widened at the sight of her name. I looked at the entire paper. It had pictures of her signing guitar picks, instruments, etc.

I gasped. "Mom, where did you find this?", I asked curiously. She smiled even wider if at all possible.

"Oh...you know. Just slammed right into me face!"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Say, mind if I keep this?", I inquired. She shook her head. "No, of course not. There's more if ye'd like."

I blushed as she laughed. She shut the door and I heard her exit the hallway. I sighed as I looked at the poster again.

I always wanted to meet (Y/n). Since I was a little kid she was my idol. That really doesn't say much considering we're practically the same age.

You see, (Y/n) (L/n) is the world's best rock singer. She can play every instrument you can imagine. And she's stunning, to top it all off.

Her gorgeous (E/c) eyes shimmer every time she's on stage. Her (H/l), (H/c) hair shines perfectly. She's the whole reason I became a guitarist in the first place.

I walked over to my bed and sat down. I reached down to the bottom of it and pulled out my box where I stored things. Most of them were flyers of when and where (Y/n) was performing.

She normally performs in (C/n), where she lives. I'm excited to know she's traveling here to sing. I opened the box and placed the flyer in it.

I closed it and put it back under my bed. I sighed and laid down on my bed. My eyes grew heavy and I went to sleep.

"Luka! Wake up, you scurvy sea dog!"

My eyes shot open as my face turned to my door. I grunted as I made my way to it. My mother swiftly opened it, knocking me in the face.

"Mom!", I shouted. She pulled the door back and looked for me. "Right here!"

She laughed as she found me. "Now what are ye doin' behind the door, lad?" She shook her head as she grabbed my hand.

She pulled me out of my room and led me up the ladder. It was dark iut, yet my mother had the lights on throughout the deck. She guided me off the boat and covered my eyes.

"Guess who came to see you?"

I sighed as I shrugged my shoulders. "Gram and Gramps?" There was a feminine laugh that couldn't have belonged to my mother.

"Sorry, but I'm not old enough to be your grandmother.", she answered. Her voice sounded very familiar. My mother removed her hands from my face as I blinked.

Right in front of me was (Y/n) (L/n)! I smiled and gasped as she approached me. "Hi, I'm-"

"(Y/n) (L/n)!", I interrupted her. I instantly covered my mouth and apologized. "No worries. Happens all the time. You're a fan, I presume?"

I nodded my head and blushed. She was so cute/hot (whichever you prefer ). She cleared her throat and got ready to speak.

"Well, the reason I'm here is to put on a concert with you. I heard you were the best next to Jagged Stone, and I really like what others have to say about you. So, I chose you."

Am I dreaming? (Y/n) (L/n). Wants to hold a concert. With me?

I pinched myself just to be sure. Nope. Not dreaming.

Then that means...

Oh my gosh! (Y/n) (L/n) really wants to hold a concert with me! My eyes widened as I smiled.

I tried to calm my nerves from making me too jumpy. "Th-thanks! That really means a lot to me!" She giggled and turned to my mom.

"So, when can this happen?", she asked her. I turned to my mom, pleading. This is the one concert I wouldn't mind having right after another.

My mom smirked at me and looked at (Y/n). "After ye first date." (Y/n) gasped as I did the same.

"Mother!", I shouted. She began laughing hysterically. I sighed and turned to (Y/n) and sighed.

"I'm sorry, my mom-"

"Ok."

"What?!", I shouted in pure astonishment. She looked at me quizzically. "What? You don't want to?"

I cleared my throat and blushed. "N-no! It's not that! I'm just...surprised, is all." She giggled and shook her head.

"So it's a date. I'll meet you at the Dupain-Cheng Bakery tomorrow at noon.", she explained. I could do nothing but nod my head. She waved as she left our boat.

I turned to my mother and hugged her. "Now don't get all mushy on me now, lad!" I chuckled as I removed my arms from her neck.

"Thanks, Mom."

"Oh, don't mention it, me boy."

(A/n)- So, there is going to be a part 2 to this. I hope you enjoyed reading this. Thanks for reading! Bye for now!