♡This Is Your Safe Place♡

Little Black Dress 

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The drive back to your place was quiet as Luke kept his eyes on the road. You thought your dinner date went perfectly but Luke apparently thought otherwise.  “Babe?” You tried though you were met with silence. “What’s wrong?”  “You’re really asking me that?” “Yes I am because I thought we had such a great time there. I don’t get why you’re acting like this.”  “Oh wow! Really!? A great time in a restaurant where waiters flirt with other guy’s girlfriends!? If that’s a great time to you, Y/N, then I really think you should reconsider your ideas of what a great time is.” He spat with a cold laugh.  You were  confused not remembering the waiter ever trying anything with you. “Wait, what? I don’t understand.” You said, shaking your head.   “Don’t pretend you didn’t notice. The guy was practically drooling.”  “Luke, I swear I didn’t!”  “He slipped his number under your plate! I saw it when you went to the restroom!”  “I didn’t know that! I was hungry! I only paid attention to what was on my plate!”  “Are you serious!?” He yelled, finally looking over at you. His blue eyes a darker shade as he stared at you in disbelief.  “Yes! I only paid attention to you!” You yelled, hoping to get it through your blonde boyfriend’s thick skull. “And the food, of course!” You added finally making him crack a smile.  “I can’t believe you…” He said chuckling a bit. “I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t help it.. You’re mine… I hate it when they try taking you away from me.”  “Believe me, I’m not going anywhere, Lucas. Even with your constant jealousy tantrums…” 

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*SQUISHY LUCAS WITH A TOOTHY SMILE*

“Pleasseeeee! It’ll be fun!” Your best friend begged through the phone as she tried convincing you to go to a club with her. “No, Y/F/N, you know partying is not my thing.” You said. “I know but maybe you could give this a try? For me? Pleaaasseeeeeeeeeee.” She continued, making you roll your eyes. “Fine!” You gave in, tired of her begging. “Yay!” She squealed. “I’ll meet you there! Text me as soon as you arrive.” “Okay.” You said your goodbyes before hanging up and scurrying off to your room. “What the hell did I just agree to?” You asked yourself, looking through your closet for something to wear. A mid-thigh black dress caught your attention the most, so you decided to throw that on, matching it with your preferred black heels. It was nothing too short, tight, or fancy but it fit the occasion. You curled your hair and added a bit of makeup, nothing too extravagant, and you were on your way. Upon arrival to your destination, you texted your best friend to come outside for you. You slowly got out of the car, waiting by it for her response. The music from the club bumped loudly from the inside, making you anxious. After what seemed like hours, your friend came out. “It’s so much fun! You’re gonna love it!” She said, dragging you by the arm, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how excited she was. She was right, though. The moment the both of you hit that dance floor was something out of this world. A couple of other friends joined the both of you. When you finally had enough, you tried making your way through the sea of sweaty dancing people to sit down for a bit. Bumping with so many of them made you more of a clumsy mess than you already were, but it took one spilled drink on the floor to really make you slip. “I got ya.” A voice said as the person grabbed your arm, saving you from your fall. You looked up to see a dimpled smile and hazel eyes that belonged to a very familiar curly haired drummer. “You’re Ashton Irwin.” You said in shock. “Yeah, hey.” He said, giving you another dimpled smile. “Thanks for umm catching me.” You stated, pointing at his hand still on your arm. He quickly let go and giggled. “No problem. I couldn’t let a pretty girl like you hurt herself.” He complimented with confidence. You blushed before changing the subject. “What are you doing here?” “Uh partying.” He answered, stating the obvious. “Of course, but I meant in town.” You chuckled. “Oh!” He giggled, “well the boys and I are on break and we heard this club is a lot of fun. We decided to give it a shot.” “What? The entire band is here?” You asked, looking around. “Aren’t you afraid of people noticing you and attacking you?” “Nah.” He shrugged, “we’re not that cool.” Your mouth gaped open at that sentence making him laugh. “Millions of people think you are.” You stated. “They know we’re dorks.” He added. “That I can’t deny.” You both laughed before he held out his hand. “What’s your name?” “My names Y/N.” “Well, great to meet you, Y/N. Wanna dance?” You happily nodded as he pulled you to the dance floor. The both of you had a great time, dancing to different songs, and having the time of your life. “You’re an amazing girl, Y/N!” Ashton shouted over the music. “You’re not so bad yourself!” You shrugged, making him laugh. “We should have another day to ourselves. Preferably a much quieter place! A dinner, maybe?” “Like a date?” You asked, your heart skipping a beat. Was this really happening? “Yeah. If you want it to be.” He smiled nervously. “Yeah! I’d love that!” You agreed. The both of you exchanged numbers before waving goodbye to each other. He had to go rest and you had to go tell your best friend what just happened. This was something you couldn’t believe yourself but you hoped would lead to so much more.

You were currently looking around the music shop for a new guitar. This wasn’t something you could randomly pick, it had to be just right. You also enjoyed coming here in your free time. It was a getaway from all the craziness in life. Seeing aspiring musicians pick out their instrument, whether it’s their first or tenth, brought you joy. The loud sound of an electric guitar being played resonated throughout the shop, making you jump. 
The person playing was extremely talented. They sounded professional, actually. 
Curiosity began to eat you up as you began to look for the source of the melodious music. You quickly walked passed each aisle, falling even more in love with the sound. 
At the very end of the shop, you noticed a blonde - almost white - haired male. His back was facing you, making it easier to not get spotted. 
That sounds way too creepy. Thank goodness he can’t read your mind. 
You mentally cursed as you knocked some minor stuff off the nearby shelf, causing the talented guitar player to look at you instantly. 
“I’m so sorry!” You called out as you leaned down to pick up the fallen items, not noticing him walking towards you. “You’re really good by the way.“ He slightly chuckled at your clumsiness and helped you clean up your mess. “It’s okay. You don’t have to. This is my mess.” You said. “I know.” He simply answered and continued helping you. You then turned to look at him and noticed who this gifted being was. “Oh God, you’re Michael Clifford.” You stated with wide eyes as you stood up. “Hi.” He laughed, making you melt. “I can’t believe this is happening. Every girl in their right mind dreams of this but it rarely happens. You can’t be real. This can’t be- I should probably stop babbling.” You said embarrassed. Michael found your rambling cute, actually. “It’s okay.” He chuckled. “Im just Michael.” “That’s the thing, you’re not just Michael.” “Yes I am. You don’t have to be nervous.” “Nervous? I’m not nervous? If I was nervous I would be babbling, which I am not doing, by the way.“ You pointed a finger at the green eyed rockstar. "Okay, sure.” He laughed. “I wonder what your nervous babbling looks like then.” He said sarcastically. You laughed which eased the nerves. “I’m sorry. It’s just you’re you, you know?” He chuckled and shook his head. “No I don’t. I’m a normal guy. Just like everyone else.” “A normal guy who’s famous for being extremely talented like all his other bandmates.” You added. “Okay, well, there’s that too.” He laughed. “But I promise you, there’s so much more to us.” “You know, you seem like a really nice guy, Michael. I’m glad I met you.” “And I’m glad I met you- uh…” “Y/N.” You finished for him. “Right.” He smiled. “I actually would like to get to know you more, Y/N. If that’s okay with you?” “Yeah, that’d be great.” You blushed and chewed on your bottom lip nervously. “Good to know.” He smiled and walked out of the store, leaving you dazed with what just happened. The door suddenly opened again to a panting Michael. “I just realized how would I get to know you more without leaving my number?” He said, making you laugh as he handed you a paper with his number scribbled on it. “I’ll be sure to call.” You said with a kind smile. “Cool.” Michael then walked out one more time which gave you the freedom to freak out. You let out a scream of joy as you danced around thinking about the situation that just occurred. You couldn’t wait to see what this lead to.

You carried your mountains of books happily out of the local book store, excited to get home and begin reading. Your current location wasn’t far from your house and you enjoyed the walk. Unfortunately, you spent a little too much time at your personal heaven which lead to you walking out in darkness. You came to a stop and thought about taking a short cut or the long way home. A group of shouting men made you decide a lot quicker than usual. “Short cut it is. I’m not dying.” You whispered to yourself, “Not today.” Hugging the books closer to your chest you made your way between two buildings. The dark alley made you jumpy, not knowing what hid in it. Just before letting out a sigh of relief, almost reaching the end, a strong hand was placed over your mouth. You dropped your books when you were pushed against the wall, the stranger’s chest was closely on yours. “Don’t scream or move.” A male voice said to you. ‘Of course that makes this whole situation a lot better! That doesn’t make me want to scream at all!’ You thought sarcastically. Not wanting to get hurt, you obliged. A crowd of men, the same you heard earlier, with flashing cameras ran by the alley, completely overlooking it. That’s strange. The figure turned back and peeked behind the building, making sure the crowd was gone. “I’m gonna remove my hand, okay? But please… Don’t. Scream.” He said just above a whisper. You gave him hell as soon as his hand was lifted off. “What the hell is wrong with you?! You made me drop my books, you psychopa-” He quickly covered your mouth again, interrupting you. “Really?!” He whispered harshly. “If you want to keep that hand, I suggest you move it.” You mumbled into it, loud enough for him to hear. He let out a small yelp before snatching it back. “Now,” you started, a small breath escaped your lips in order to calm down, “why are you running from… Um…?” “Paparazzi.” He finished for you. “What? Why would paparazzi be chasing you?” You asked, trying to get a good look at the stranger in the dark. “Who are you?” Your heads turned as you heard the voices coming back. You quickly tried to pick up your books but only had time for one before the male spoke. “Come with me.” He said, taking your hand in his and running. “But my other books!” You said, looking back at the, now damaged, works of art. “Priorities, sweetheart!” He retorted, tugging you a bit harder. “The books ARE my priority!” It wasn’t until the both of you ran under street lights where you noticed wavy locks of gold hair. “I’ll buy you new ones! Just bare with me, okay!?” He said looking at you over his shoulder. His blonde waves fell gently on his forehead into a familiar fringe. You ran faster, trying to keep up with his long legs. “I’m a lot shorter than you, ya know!?” You grumbled. He groaned and, without warning, lifted you off of your feet. “You complain too much.” “Well it’s not everyday I get kidnapped by a stranger.” Sudden recognition hit you when you looked into those enchanting blue eyes that would make your heart flutter. “Luke?” You blurted. It’s not like you knew him personally but you definitely knew him. “See?” He spoke with a sly smirk, “I’m no stranger.” He set you down as soon as he came to a stop. Biting his lip where his lip ring used to be, he looked around frantically. You smiled at his usual habit that stuck even without a lip ring. “I think they’re gone. I’m sorry I dragged you along with me.” Luke said, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. “It’s okay.” You laughed. “How many girls can say Luke Hemmings literally swept them off their feet?” He laughed and shook his head, taking your book. “You’re a cool girl. What’s your name?” “Oh my gosh! THE Luke Hemmings wants to know my name and thinks I’m cool?! I can’t right now! This is like the best day of my life!” You said jokingly in an obnoxiously high voice, making Luke laugh once again. “Haha very funny.” He stated sarcastically while rolling his eyes playfully. “But I’m serious.” His usual charming smile appeared which made you weak at the knees. He's such an annoyingly beautiful human being. “Y/N.” He took out a sharpie and wrote something inside your book. You mentally cringed at what he was doing to your precious item. “You did not just do that to my book, Lucas.” You grumbled. He smiled as he handed it back. “Calm down. I said I’ll make up for it later. But I do have to get going now. It was nice meeting you.” He winked and you could’ve sworn you exploded in that moment. “You better not have wrote down your number in here, Hemmings!” You yelled after him. He shrugged and ran off. “Maybe I did!” You quickly opened your book to read a short paragraph that made you turn into putty. 'Y/N, I know we just met but I would like to get to know you more. From what I gathered just now, you seem like a cool, funny, book-loving, beautiful girl and I simply can’t lose that. I’m sorry I destroyed your books and for literally dragging you into this. Call me and let me know when I can make it up to you. xxx -Luke’ His number was written just below. Smooth move, Hemmings. Screw you and your charm. You had to admit, he did win you over. He also did destroy the very things you loved. But how could you not call him back?! In your mind, you did it for the books, but in your heart, you knew it was because you had to see Luke again. Who could blame you?