#badboy!luke

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A/n: This was long anticipated SORRY I KNOW BUT HERE YALL GO 💕 Tell me what you guys think or any predictions you guys might have ;))

Type: Badboy!Luke Series

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The pain that spread through your arm made you pass out, waking up in rusty, vacant shed of some sort, darkness being the only thing you could see besides the light from the bottom of the door creeping in.

You were tied up in a chair, arms behind you, wrists in scattered knots along with your ankles. Basically your typical movie hostage kidnapping scene was taking place right before you.

You had a cloth in your mouth and god knows where that’s been, screaming for help was not an option. You tried wriggling free but that seemed to only make the knots grow tighter, giving up you stopped. Wishing Luke was here you couldn’t help but let a tear escape your eye.

This morning may have been the last time you ever saw him. Your heart was pounding in your heart like a hammer, scared wouldn’t suffice how you felt. Ever since Luke told you about the Rascals you couldn’t help shake this gnawing feeling in your chest that something untoward may happen. And with just your luck it did.

The door opened, making an ungodly squeak resonate in the gloomy air. You already knew who they were. You just didn’t know what they were going to do to you.

“Hey gorgeous.” His voice made you want to vomit. It sounded like he smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.

He turned the lights on, revealing him standing there, black leather jacket, black jeans, tattoos down his neck, looked almost like Luke but nothing like him as well.

“And my my, you are gorgeous. It’s a wonder why your boy just left you out there in the open huh?” He slowly made his way over to you, knife in hand as you looked behind him and saw another man, dressed the exact same but face covered by the darkness the room emitted.

“You don’t have to be scared. As long as we get what we want you’ll be home in one piece.” He mumbled. “Well more or less.”

That made your stomach churn. They have to have informed Luke by now. Right?

“I hope your boyfriend comes on time. Or else who knows what’ll happen.” He slid the knife from the column of your throat down to your chest.

“Fuck you.” You spat. “He will come.” You don’t know what came over you but if you were going down, you were gonna go swinging.

The knife sliced down near your shoulder, a gasp leaving your mouth at the sensation. You felt the blood drip down, regretting even speaking in the first place.

“Don’t back talk. It won’t end well.” He reached in his pocket taking out his phone, dialling a number as you sat there, hoping, wishing, praying Luke would come find you.

“Lukey my boy how are you?” Your head snapped up at his name as you saw him hold the phone to his ear.

“You’re probably wondering where your girl is right? I mean I saw all your texts to her.” He brought your phone out of his other pocket as you realized yours wasn’t in the security of your back pocket.

He smiled mischievously at you as he put it on speaker. “Say hi to your boy.”

You scowled in return. He came over and grabbed your hair, tugging your face up to look at him. “Talk.” You let out a yelp at the harshness of his actions.

“Baby are you okay?! Randy I swear to god if you even touch her I’ll-”

“Luke.” You muttered as Randy threw your head back. You couldn’t help but cry now, you were always so strong but this was getting too much, beaten black and blue.

“Y/N.” He sighed in relief hearing your voice, knowing you were still alive at least. “It’s okay love I’m with you yeah? You’ll be fine after all this-”

“And that’s enough from lover boy.” Randy took the phone away from you as you sat there, defeated.

‘You’ll be fine after’, those are the exact words you said to him, right before you broke up with him and left.

“There, you see? She’s just fine. Now come with the money, or she won’t be.” He spoke.

“If you fucking lay a hand on her-”

“I’ll be waiting.” He singsonged as he hung up, turning around to leave. “Watch her.” He said to the guy who was still hovering around the doorframe the entire time. He clicked the lights off as he exited the room, making the stranger move inside, shutting the door behind him.

He came in, opening the shades of the tiny window just enough for the light to illuminate his face.

Your eyes went wide, throat dry as you took in the man in front of you.

“Calum?” You whispered, barely audible and shocked to say anything else.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” His voice was low as he came towards you. You looked away, disgusted with him. He was one of Luke’s best friends, more like a brother to him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You shouted, appalled that he would be working for the Rascals. Their rivals for god knows how long.

“Keep your voice down.” He gritted, coming to stand in front of you. You were taken back by his words, the harshness in his eyes, the sharp jawline, you weren’t used to seeing this side of Calum. Despite him being in a gang, Luke rarely let you in on any thing that he does with the boys. You’ve never actually seen how they were when it’s game time. And truthfully, you didn’t want to.

He let out a sigh at your horrified eyes, still not believing he would betray Luke and you and all of the boys like this.

“They were gonna hurt Mia.” He whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. “They were gonna take her away from me. I couldn’t let that happen.”

You remembered always babysitting for Calum’s daughter. Mia was a doll and at only 5 years old she knew more than you did in school. But did that give him the right to go behind the boy’s back the way he did?

You didn’t know how to feel, what to say, you loved Mia as if she was your own, and God forbid anything ever happen to her.

“I understand if none of you forgive me for this. I wouldn’t either. But I have to okay?” He pulled out a knife from his pocket, identical to the one Randy had.

He shot you a sympathetic look, coming closer until you felt the blade on your skin again, the same shoulder Randy dug into.

“Calum.” You whispered, hurt evident in your voice. “Don’t.”

“They’re gonna get suspicious if I don’t lay a hand on you Y/N. I’m sorry.” He sliced into your skin, making another bloodcurdling scream elicit from your mouth. He looked away, mortified with himself, you were like a sister to him. But a choice had to be made. Did he make the right one though?

“I fucking trusted you.” You croaked out, the pain only fuelling your anger towards him. You dropped your head down, your hair tangled with strands fallen out of the ponytail you had this morning, nausea taking over you with your head feeling like it was about to combust into tiny particles into the atmosphere.

“Y/N I-”

A gunshot was heard in the distance, snapping your head in the direction of the sound as Calum retreated towards the window, looking out to see the commotion.

“I’ll be back.” He said, jogging out and making sure the door was locked before he left.

You let out a heavy breath, alone yet again in the eerie confines of the shed, with nothing more than you and your ever so increasing gruesome thoughts.

You knew you were going to die. It was inevitable. Luke wouldn’t get to you in time. If Calum was working with the Rascals who knew who else they could have infiltrated in Luke’s gang to join forces with them with nothing but a simple threat to hurt their loved ones being the decision turner.

Wiggling your wrists again you tried to escape the ropes but instead of hoping they got looser, they only seemed to defeat your already low expectations.

Someone was going to die tonight. And it wasn’t going to be pretty.

A/n: I did it. Here’s part 3 lovelies I hope you guys like it and tell me what you think!!! :)

Type: Badboy!Luke Series

Part 1 Part 2

She was on the floor.

Blood was starting to pool around her as your mind went blank, taking in the red liquid that looked ever so bright in the eerie night. It was quick, without warning, abrupt and seemed to be an impulse of a decision as you saw from the corner of your eye, a man lurking behind the wall of the alley, staring right at you.

She was just a girl. Probably around your age. And now she was dead. You didn’t have time to register anything else as you felt yourself being pulled away from the scene just a few feet away from you.

“Hey baby, stay with me yeah?” Luke murmured, skillfully dragging you away from the nightmare you just witnessed and towards his car as another gunshot was heard. “Shit.” He opened the passenger door and you slid in, still shocked at what happened mere moments before.

Luke got in on the other side and drove off, checking the rear view mirror constantly like a lion on the prowl.

You finally snapped out of your minor shock as you remembered Bella was still back at the club. “Wait Luke! Bella is still there we have to turn back!” You were panicking at this point, undoing your seatbelt as you turned towards Luke with pleading eyes.

“Hey hey okay. It’s okay babe she’s going to be fine. But we can’t go back.” He took his eyes off the road momentarily to look at you. You scoffed in return, you weren’t going to just leave her there.

“Luke.” The sternness in your voice made him sigh. “They were after me okay. And we’re not going back because I am not putting you remotely anywhere near danger. End of discussion.”

Your mouth dropped open at his statement. “Put your seatbelt on.” He mumbled, eyes still darting back and forth in case someone was following him. He was stressed. Worried. But there was something else in his sky eyes and the way he was gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white that made you feel sick to your stomach.

He was scared.

And if he was scared, there must be something very very wrong with this picture because throughout your relationship, you’ve never once seen fear in this man’s eyes. He was pretty good at keeping an emotionless face when needed, which pissed you off when you got into arguments with him but that’s not the point. The point is that if Luke was scared, something wasn’t right.

You silently obeyed him, knowing he wasn’t going to turn the car around despite your pleas. You texted Bel to make sure she got out safe and thankfully she was with your friends and was headed home. You sighed in relief that she was safe. But were you? Was Luke?

The rest of the ride home was sat in silence as you looked out the window, taking in the crimson, menacing night as you thought back to the girl who got shot mere millimetres beside you in the alleyway.

Your hands started to shake again as you replayed the scene over and over like a vinyl spinning on a record player. That could have been you. It could have been Luke. He was blocking your view when it happened but you couldn’t miss the way the girl’s body fell limp onto the cement floor.

Luke looked over at you, gauging your face for any sign of tears. He was a man who held control in his hands. Everything and everyone around him could be in the palm of his hand when and if he wanted. But the one thing he didn’t know how to control was your emotions. He grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers together, gently rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand, knowing it would calm you down and slow your heart from racing like a nascar on a track.

“She’s fine.” You said, avoiding his gaze as you fixated yours back onto the city outside.

“I’m glad.” He replied, squeezing your hand a little, reminding you that he wasn’t the bad guy. He was only trying to protect you. And you knew that, of course.

The car pulled up to Luke’s apartment and you couldn’t deny the nostalgic feelings that surfaced within you. You missed this place. You missed him.

Luke came over to your side and helped you out as you stumbled a little, still intoxicated and still wearing your damn 5 inch heels. He smirked at your state, lifting you up and carrying you inside.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, shutting your eyes at the warmth. “Let’s just go to sleep yeah?” You whispered against his neck. You felt him nod as he placed a kiss to your head and made his way down the hallway, to his front door.

You didn’t remember him changing you out of your dress and into his clothes while placing you in his bed, as sleep slowly starting to creep its way through, hitting you all at once like the effects of the alcohol you consumed earlier tonight.

“Good night beautiful.” Luke whispered, situating himself behind you as he pulled you close, lips brushing the back of your neck before he gradually fell into slumber as well.

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You woke up that morning surprisingly with a minor headache and no urge to vomit at all. You rubbed your eyes as you took in your surroundings. Luke’s room was messy to say the least but the cologne he always put on still lingered in the air making you smile.

Turning to your side, you noticed the vacant spot next to you and sighed, getting up and slowly making your way out to find Luke.

Huddled over the stove, there stood your boyfriend in what looked like his attempt at making pancakes. “Luke.” You said, wrapping your arms around his bare torso, tattoos of every and any thing littering his back as you planted a soft kiss to the skin between his shoulder blades, sleep still evident in your voice.

“Sleep well?” He said as he spun around and picked you up, placing you onto the counter beside the stove with a quick peck to your lips. You nodded your head and brought him back, reconnecting your lips together, this time in a more slower, sensual manner as you flicked your tongue against his lip ring making him groan.

You pulled back, a smirk on your face as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I didn’t think I would miss you this much, you know?” He mumbled, hands gripping your thighs as you ran your fingers through his bed head.

“I love you.” You whispered, giving him an Eskimo kiss as your noses brushed against each other’s. He smiled at you before kissing your jaw and moving back to the pancakes that were almost forgotten.

“Let’s eat up yeah?” He finished making the last one as you got up and retrieved the plates as if you were living here all along. In all honestly, it wasn’t really a breakup more so a break to get your thoughts sorted out. Relationships are hard. Whoever said they aren’t is a liar, and although it was difficult not being with Luke for all those days, you’re glad it happened. It just proved the saying ‘you don’t know what you have until you lost it.’ Things were feeling normal between the two of you.

But your mind wandered back to the incident the night before. The gruesome image of someone getting shot right before your very eyes disturbed your thoughts like a plague, sleep being the only escape away from them. You’ve heard of this stuff happening in the news and all but never did you think you would actually see it happen in real life.

Luke noticed you blanking out and mentally prepared himself for the talk that was going to happen. He knew you weren’t going to let this go. But he also wanted to tell you. For your own safety.

“They’re called the Rascals. I know, original right?” He let out a small chuckle as you both sat down with your food, your attention solely on him now. “They’re dangerous baby. And I don’t want you anywhere near this.” He looked down, almost ashamed at the fact he was telling you all this.

“I know I’m caught up in some stuff right now,” you rolled your eyes at that, both of you knowing very well that’s what caused you to leave in the first place, “but considering we haven’t paid them back yet, they’re after everyone.” He looked up at you as he continued. “Cal, Ash, Mike, Jay, me.” Your heart sank at the mention of everyone. They were all like brothers to you except Luke, he was the damn love of your life.

“We still need to gather the money up but they’re using whatever leverage they can find to get back at us. Whatever weakness of ours they can get their sick hands on. Which includes family.” He whispered the last part, you were like his family, his home. He didn’t have anyone else besides the boys and you and that meant that they could come after you.

You inhaled a sharp intake of breath at Luke’s words. Things were supposed to get better, not worse.

You didn’t notice Luke get up and make his way around the table, dragging a chair and sitting right beside you, turning you around.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you okay? That’s a fucking promise.” The determination in his voice made you feel a bit more safe, but knowing someone was out there gunning for you made you want to hurl.

“Okay.” You said at last, smiling slightly at the blonde in front of you. “I trust you.”

After you left Luke’s apartment, with a long speech of ‘text me as soon as you get home’ and ‘here take this pepper spray with you just in case’ you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. Maybe you were being paranoid but better safe than sorry right? You were at the grocery store, scrounging for whatever you could eat at this point just wanting to get the hell out of there and to the safety of your home.

You put your sunglasses on as you got out, shielding you not only from the rays of the sun but from everyone around you who looked remotely suspicious or creepy.

As you were walking back to your apartment, you felt a push, knocking your bags out of your hands and falling face first into the hard, rocky cement. A bone crunched making you wince at the sharp pain that pierced through your arm.

“Well well well,” he spoke, “looks like we got the leading man’s lady huh.”

Everyone in your town knew about him.

He was the typical badboy, leather jacket, motorcycle, tattoos. He had it all, including a crew of similar men clad in exactly the same black outfits who followed him everywhere. Luke Hemmings was the guy your parents warned you about, the guy you were supposed to stay away from no matter what.

And he was leaning against the wall outside the café where you worked.

Waving to your boss as you left, you smirked at him, beginning the short walk home. He didn’t say anything, just pushed off the wall and jogged after you, cigarette balanced between his lips.

“Y/N.”

“Not today Luke.”

“Aw come on, live a little.”

“If they find out I’m with you, they’ll kill me.”

“I’m not that bad.”

“No. You’re worse.”

He grabs your hand, dragging you into a small ally way. You sigh as he pushes you against the wall, lips hovering over yours.

“You sure you don’t wanna come for a ride?”

You swallow thickly, nodding ever so slightly. He chuckles, tilting his head so his lips brush yours softly, before pulling back again. He smirks when he sees your lips chase his, grinning down at you.

“Better be careful, darling.” He chuckles darkly. “Haven’t you heard? I’m worse than bad.”

“Oh fuck it.” You sigh, gripping his jacket and pulling him back to you. He smirks against your lips and you resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead focusing on the way his lips were moving with yours. When he pulls away, you let out a little sigh. “You’re not good for me Hemmings.”

“Why, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He smirks, brushing his lips to your again. “So, wanna go for a ride or not?”

You nod which only broadens his smirk, leaning up to kiss him one last time before he steps away, pulling you by the hand back to his bike. He winks at you as he hands you his jacket, smirk still on his slightly swollen lips.

“You know something PrettyGirl? I don’t think you’re that good for me either.”

“And why’s that?”

A/n: Finally finished this lol. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK 💜

Type: Badboy!Luke Series

Part 1

It’s been a few weeks since you walked out of your boyfriend’s apartment. Ex boyfriend you should say. You’ve never felt more miserable than you do now. You wondered how Luke was doing. Was he suffering like you? Did he move on? He has to have right? It’s freaking Luke Hemmings. The notorious bad boy of your city; but you knew better than to believe the rumours that floated around day and night.

Everybody thought he was a menacing, threatening, unsafe, unstable and anything else remotely close to these words type of person. But he only portrayed that side because of his reputation. And you knew that. You understood it so well that every time someone commented on his “treacherous” behaviour, you still defended him. They just didn’t know.

A few weeks of ice cream and movies to try and get your mind off him did not help at all. Thoughts of him plagued your mind, tormenting your sleep and torturing you during your wake. He was as addictive as the cigarettes that hung from his mouth. Since that dreadful day, he’s left a few messages but stopped, relatively fast in your opinion. But I guess you should have expected it since you practically ripped his heart out, along with your own.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you heard the door open. You got up just in time to be met with your best friend, Bella.

“Alright so change into this and hurry the fuck up please.” She spoke while passing by you and handing you a bag.

You stood there for a few seconds, confused but as you opened the bag you saw a black dress and you instantly knew what she was going on about.

“I’m not going to the club Bel.” You dropped the bag onto the couch and continued eating your ice cream.

She stood there, hands on hips as she narrowed her eyes at you. “Y/N, you’ve been cooped up here for weeks straight, you have to get out honey.” Her eyes softened as she looked at you.

You sighed. You knew she was right but it was a hard time getting over the one person who made you feel genuine, unforced happiness. I guess it was time to move on, right?

“We leave if I feel suffocated and hate it.” You said as you went to change into the dress she brought, smiling slightly as you heard her let out a squeal.

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You reached the club and surprisingly was having a good time. It was just you and a couple of other friends, enjoying the bass that pulsed through your veins and the lights that flickered in the dimly lit room across the faces of half drunk half high people scattered haphazardly throughout the room.

You had a few drinks but not enough to be considered wasted. You just wanted to dance and at least attempt to have a good time.

“Hey I’m going to go outside for a bit okay!” You shouted over the music at Bella as she nodded at you and tapped her phone, signalling to text her if you needed her. You smiled at her as you sifted your way through the sweaty bodies on the dance floor and out to the exit.

You sighed as you reached outside and leaned against the wall, taking in the refreshing cool air that enveloped the night.

This was fun, right? I mean you were having a good time so why be anything but happy? Thinking about Luke hasn’t left your mind and it probably wouldn’t for a good while. It’s hard to forget about someone who gave you so much to remember.

You have to learn to live without him. It’s the only way to move on from the flawed, yet completely perfect relationship you had with him. It may not be everyone’s definition of perfection, but it was pretty damn close to yours.

You decided to head back in but stopped abruptly as you felt a hand tug your wrist back out. You were getting ready to scream when you saw those familiar set of cerulean waters stare right into you.

“Luke what the fuck!” You pushed at his chest as he smirked. Damn that smirk. “You scared me.”

He put one arm on the wall behind you as he leaned in. “I’m sorry angel I just needed to talk to you.” His voice changed from playful to serious within seconds and you couldn’t pull away. You didn’t want to pull away. His embrace, his warmth, his sarcastic yet alluring nature, everything. You missed everything about him.

“I know you said you didn’t want to hurt anymore.” He began as he pulled you further from the exit when he saw people coming out, glaring at the guys who were shamelessly undressing you with their eyes. But this wasn’t the time to let his threatening image pop through.

You followed him, resisting the urge to kiss his lips right then and there. Control yourself Y/N control. This is for the best.

“And I know I’m selfish but I need you back in my life baby.” He said, cupping your jaw.

“Luke I-”

“No, hold on. Just listen please.” He begged, just wanting you to hear him out first before you shut him down.

“We’ve been together for 2 and a half years and I want that to continue.” He sighed, letting go of you while pacing in the confined alley.

“I miss you baby. Your smile. Your eyes. Your lips. Your hair. Your voice. Your teasing. The way you walk. The way you say my name. The way you stare at me. The way you talk. You.” He breathed out, his piercings standing out more in the bright night.

“I love you.”

You let out a quiet sob at his speech. Why was this so hard?

He immediately came over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, whispering soothing words to calm you down.

“Being happy was so much easier when you were around.” You whispered, gripping onto his leather jacket and looking up at him.

“We can still have that.” He rubbed your sides, something you’ve always found utterly relaxing. “I can fix this Y/N I promise. Just give me a chance to.”

You debated it. You couldn’t go back to seeing him get beat up every night. But you couldn’t stand another day without him in your life. He was like a hit. You just wanted more and more of it.

He brushed his lips on your forehead. “This scares me more than any rival gang I’ve met you know?”

You chuckled quietly. “I know, I can be pretty intimidating.” He laughed at your response, finally easing the stiffness in his joints as you grabbed his neck down to place a chaste kiss to his lips.

Things will get better, you thought.

Until you heard that gunshot rush through the wind, ringing in your ears as a bloodcurdling scream was let out.

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I watched in aw as she titles her head back in amusement, laughing at a dumb joke Luke told her. From the second I saw her, she gave me butterflies, I knew I had to make her mine. People cowered away, in fear of looking at me the wrong way. Afraid I’ll hurt them but not Y/N, she looked at me like anyone else, she didn’t care about my bad boy reputation or the ink that cluttered my skin, what mattered to her was who I really am not what people see me as. That’s the thing about Y/N she formed who own opinion of others, ignoring the rumors. 

Others see how special she is, they look at her like she’s gold but she never notices. Too caught up in her own little world. Guys would do anything to talk to her, even for a second, asking how her day is going or offering to carry her books. Girls were either envious of the attention she got or wanted to be like her. She was so polite to everyone, treating them all the same. Smiling at freshmen as she walked the halls and making conversation with the nerdy kids. It still baffles me how I managed to get the beautiful girl with the matching soul, kids like me don’t get girls like her, she’s too good for me and I tell her everyday. She would laugh, telling me “baby, I’m not worth the trouble” I never knew what she meant by that, shaking my head I’d tell her “you’re worth every second.” 

The truth is I would do anything for this girl, every punch I threw was worth the sting in my knuckles, all the blood soaked shirts, even the time I dented my truck from pushing a freshman onto it like a rag doll. The freshman deserved it, he thought he could touch her, without her permission and I made sure he knew it wasn’t acceptable to touch a girl without there consent. She was always so concerned about my well being, whilst I was always concerned about hers. I love her, with every fiber of my being but I’ve never told her, in case she doesn’t feel the same. Leaving me heartbroken. Fawning over the girl all the guys want. 

Y/N’s POV

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The bell signalling the end of lunch rang. Everyone started packing up there belongings, standing up and heading to there next class. Michael continued to stare off into space, not even the boys clapping there hands in front of his face could snap him out it. “Mikey?” you giggled as you waved your hand in front of his face, a small smirk appeared as he snapped out of it “sorry kitten, I was just thinking” he chuckled, taking your hand. 

“Come on, we have to get to class” you laughed, pulling him in the direction of the school as the boys followed “wait!” he made an abrupt stop, almost pulling you down in the process “why don’t we skip the rest of the day, go take a ride somewhere?” all the boys cheered at this, before quieting down and waiting for your response. You’d never skipped school before but you also didn’t want to disappoint the boys, knowing they would boo at you in a joking manner if you denied “it’ll be fun, I promise” Michael beamed at you as you continued to think. With a sigh you gave them a small nod, cheers erupted the empty field as Luke ran towards the truck, Calum jumped on his back, causing Luke to fall. You couldn’t help but laugh at the boys “get off you goof” Luke whined as they laid there on the warm grass, just as Calum started to get up Ashton decided to join in the fun, yelling dog pile before joining them on the floor. Laughter filled the field as Luke complained about being squished under there heavy bodies.  

You walked to the beaten up truck, fingers laced with Michael’s as the boys pilled into the back, banging on various parts of the body, prompting you both to get a move on. Pulling Michael behind you, you ran to the truck, a smile planted on your face as he chuckled at your excitement. Helping you into the truck before running to his side, all the boys whistled and howled as the engine roared to life. Digging through your bag you found your heart shaped sunglasses, resting them on the bridge of your nose, you turned the volume up as the wind whipped your hair around. 

Michael’s POV

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Lacing my fingers with Y/N’s, she sang the lyrics of Blink-182, not caring if she’s out of tune with the music. I never noticed how hard life was until I found her, I choose not to think about it because she’s all I need. We all but screamed the lyrics as I drove down the open road, purposely making sharp turns to piss of the boys and make Y/N laugh. Her laugh was music to my ears, I couldn’t imagine life without her. 

Pulling up to an open field the boys piled out of the back as Y/N removed her seat belt. I raised out of my truck, slamming the door as I jogged to her side, helping her out by taking her waist and setting her down on the floor. Earning a giggle and small “thank you” in return. By this time the boys had all ran off, finding a spot so they could roll a cigarette, Y/N didn’t necessarily approve of it but she chose not to say anything. I watched as she ran over to the boys, occasionally looking behind, encouraging me join her. With a small chuckle I jogged to catch up. Picking her up by the waist I spun around as she laughter escaped her soft lips, “put me down” she squealed as I continued to spin, doing as asked I placed a chaste kiss on her lips, taking a seat next to Calum as she sat between my legs. 

Y/N’s POV

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All the boys laid around, passing the joint between one another as you continued to make your daisy chain, delicately interlocking the stems to insure you don’t break them. Michael sat up, wrapping his arms around you as he set his head on your shoulders, the smell of smoke filling your nostrils. “What you doing baby?” he asked, eyeing up the chain in your hand “making a daisy chain” you smiled, turning your head towards him, planting a sweet kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Who’s it for?” he cooed placing a kiss on your cheek “well” you trailed off, he clicked on immediately “kitten, you don’t really expect me to wear that do you?” he chuckled as you frowned, your face heating up as you eyed up the crown “it doesn’t matter” you mumbled, dropping the crown. He put his open palm on your cheek, turning you to face him before he began to kiss every inch of your face, smiling as a giggle escaped your lips. When he’d finished his attack, you shifted positions to face him, placing the crown on his head, beaming at how cute your bad boy boyfriend looked in a flower crown. He mirrored your smile as the boys took notice in his new accessory “Mike, what the fuck are you wearing?” Luke laughed, along with Calum and Ashton. A small frown reappeared on your face as you went to remove it, he took your hands, kissing away the sadness, calling at the boys behind him “my girl made it for me, so I’m gonna wear it.” You smiled from ear to ear at your sweet boyfriend, ignoring his hysterical friends.

New school, new people, new country. Will Y/N be able to keep up her bad girl image or will she fall soft for the schools bad boy?

Boys Will Be Boys

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Masterlist // PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 PT5 PT6 PT7 PT8 PT10 PT11 PT12 Epilogue

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It had almost been a week since the party and nobody mentioned anything about what happened, Michael continued to drive me to and from school and we'd have the occasional small talk whilst at the side of the building smoking. He wasn't mad at me so that's good, right?  Luke would still talk to me, more than he did after our kiss and thankfully he hadn't mentioned how we almost fucked, neither has Calum. ___ Calum and I have got rather close since then, I found myself coming up with excuses to talk to him and spend time together, even if it was only for a minute in the hallway. Am I getting feelings for Calum? I saw him by his locker as I went to mine, choosing to ignore him, maybe if I don't go to him he won't come to me. I was wrong, he came over with a smile stretching from ear to ear, looking like an excited puppy, he looked cu- no stop that. “Hey, hey hey! Guess what!” he almost yelled “you got my name tattooed in an arrow heart and a shiny diamond ring with my name on it?” I joked, he just looked confused. “What happened?” he snapped out of his thoughts “we have a gig booked!” I couldn't hold in my excitement, he's in a band with the boys and they've been working really hard to try book a gig “that's amazing!” I squealed jumping into a hug which he happily returned. “I'm so happy for you guys!” I added when we let go “thanks, I'm excited but also fucking nervous!” he chuckled “when and where is it?” I almost yelled at him “it's tonight at the vault, you're coming with and we're going to a party after. You'll have to be our date though” he smiled sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck “wait, all of your dates?” I asked shocked and confused “yeah, only one of us was going to take you as their date but then we all started fighting over it so Ash said to just see if you'll be all our dates” I could tell he was nervous, it was written all over his face. “Sure, I'll be your dates” I smiled sweetly, his face softened and a small smile crept up “great, we'll pick you up at 6” he confirmed before the bell rang “I'll see you tonight” he commented as he made his way to his next class.

What the fuck did I just agree to? 

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Saying the boys were nervous would be an understatement, I'm pretty sure Luke will throw up at any minute. “You guys are going to do great, I promise everything will be fine!” I tried to encourage them whilst gently rubbing Luke's back as he put his head in his hands trying to stay calm, we were all backstage right now waiting for there set to start, Mike was passing back and forth, Ashton was jumping around, drumsticks in hand and Calum was out having a cigarette. The truth was, I was nervous but I couldn't let the boys know so I continued with the encouraging words and kept my thoughts to myself. “Thanks babe” Ashton replied still jumping with a goofy grin smeared across his face, I chuckled at the name, babe. “Get ready to start” one of the workers called from behind the door, Mike stopped passing and Luke stood. “I'm going to get Cal” I announced as I made my way outside bumping into him on the way “you're up, big guy” I told him with a smile, he immediately engulfed me into a hug “thanks Y/N” he mumbled into my hair, I tried to move back so I could hear what he said but he didn't budge “for what?” I asked chuckling, I haven't done anything. “For supporting us, coming here and just being you” he sounded so cheesy, maybe it was the nerves talking or maybe he really did mean it, either way I didn't care. “Come on you big bear, you've got a show to rock” I smiled pulling apart and walking backstage to find the other boys stood by the steps waiting to be announced. The second I stopped I was engulfed into another hug, this time I was lifted off the floor by Clifford the big red dog, the rest of the boys joined in and it turned into bone crushing hug that lasted until we heard them being announced. The crowed cheered for them and they ran on stage, one by one.

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They said one final goodbye and took one last bow before running off stage, sweat dripping off them. I was watching from the side and of course the first thing they just had to do was try to hug me with their sweaty bodies, nope, I made a mad dash the second I caught onto their plan I was not getting caught in a sweaty bear hug. Turning around I could see Michael and Luke chasing me, wait where's Calum and Ashton, turning to continue running I came in contact with a sweaty strong chest, arms immediately wrapped around me as I struggled to get out of their grasp, looking up I saw it was Calum, great. One by one the boys piled on and I came in contact with four sweaty bodies “ew, get off you're all gross” I cried as they squeezed harder, crushing a rib or two, “alright, come on we need to shower” Ashton announced as they all let go and headed to the back to get clean for the after party.Sitting in the dressing room waiting for the boys was boring as fuck, what am I supposed to do in here? Sighing I sat up from the couch and made my way outside to have a cigarette, the boys will probably be a while, too busy pissing about with each other. Boys will be boys, baby.  

 Halfway through my cigarette someone else came out, she was stunning; tall, blond and looked like a model. I felt insecure just being near her, quickly taking one last drag I threw the end to the floor and made my way back inside and backstage to find three of the boys hanging around the dressing room “how do you guys feel?” I asked hoping they thought it went just as well as I did, Michael sighed, shit. “It went fucking amazing!” he practically yelled in my ear, grinning like a child who just found out they were going to Disneyland. “You guys rocked!” I yelled back equally as excited “at least I didn't throw up” Luke spoke up from the couch with a tired smile, “good job kid” I ruffed up his hair playfully, Cal plopped down on the couch next to Luke “you guys ready to party?” he asked clearly needing a drink, the room filled with a few cheers as the boys raced to the car leaving me and Luke chuckling at them “me lady” he said putting his hand out for me, I took it holding back a giggle and followed the boys to the car, hand in hand with Luke. He opened the door to the passenger seat and helped me in even though it was unnecessary what's with him tonight? I thought as everyone piled into the back, ready for a drink.

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A/n: Badboy!luke fucks me up in the best way possible. I hope you guys like it and feedback is always encouraged!!💕

Requested by a gorgeous anon!

Everyone thought he wasn’t right for you. Everyone thought you could find someone so much better. Everyone thought he would just use you and then leave.

Everyone could go fuck themselves.

They didn’t know who Luke was. They only knew the tough persona he gave out to the public and not the sweet, caring man underneath all that.

They didn’t know the love he had for you was one of the most genuine feelings he could ever feel. They didn’t know your relationship and quite frankly, you didn’t care.

Of course you had your doubts considering you’ve actually seen the way he is around other people, threats as he would call them. Not to mention the girls gushing over him and the tattoos littering his arms and his piercings combined with his all black wardrobe.

He was the definition of your typical bad boy.

But you knew. You knew he would never hurt you. Never cause you intentional pain. He was in love with you. And you couldn’t ask for someone better to be with.

But sometimes you wondered. What would life be like if he wasn’t involved in all that? You’ve told him a few times you didn’t like what he does but at the end of the day you understood.

Luke was from a family of deadbeat parents, no siblings, and only 3 friends who were more like brothers to him. He didn’t have much growing up, always out doing what he had to so he could survive in this world.

And then he found you. His actual home. The one person who could make all his worries disappear just by the way you smiled. The one who could make his heart fucking flutter and do all that shit you see in the movies just by your touch.

And you found him. Your life was nothing out of the ordinary. Go to school, go to work, come back home, study, go to sleep. There was no adventure, no sense of exhilaration that you wanted and needed a bit of in life.

Luke offered you all that. You were grateful for him because of the purpose he provided you with life other than trying to get a degree and go to a job everyday you knew you would hate.

That time he took you to the beach and the security had to kick you guys out for having a freaking picnic at 1am. Or when he took you to carnivals and tried winning you stuffed animals but unsuccessfully achieving that goal and instead buying you 10 bags of cotton candy. Or that time when you went on a drive to nowhere just being in each other’s presence gave you a sense of being loved you thought you would never have.

It was worth it.

It had to be.

You were mindlessly washing your dishes, humming a tune you heard on the radio this morning when you heard the familiar sound of the door opening.

You cleaned up and went to find your boyfriend of 2 years lying down on the couch face first.

“Baby?” You questioned. “Where have you been?” You walked over towards him and sat on the ground, rubbing his back and tracing imaginary shapes just the way he likes it.

Luke turned his face to the right so he was facing you and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips.

His lip was cut, blood pouring out. His eye was turning an ungodly blackish purple colour. His nose was bleeding and he had multiple scratches on his cheek. To say he got beat black and blue would be an understatement.

Your boyfriend, the love of your damn life, the reason you actually felt happy and worthy of something, looked like he got the living hell beaten out of him.

“Luke.” You finally whispered, taking everything in.

You leaned in, kissing his lips gently, not caring about the blood. “What happened.”

A tear ran down your cheek. You’ve never seen him this battered up before and it was scaring you.

“Shh.” He spoke, voice cracking. “Hey it’s okay bubs. I’m fine.” He tried smiling at you but the reassurance you needed wasn’t showing at all.

He got up and helped you sit down beside him placing your legs over his lap. “I know it looks bad.” He began. “But trust me baby it’s fine. I just had a little run in with someone. Don’t worry about it okay?”

You got up not saying a word as you went to retrieve the first aid kit, ready to attempt to patch up your boyfriend.

You sat down silently, beginning with his lip first.

No words were spoken as you concentrated on fixing him. You could feel his stare on you, with those sympathetic yet filled with guilt eyes that he was making you feel this way.

“It won’t happen again.” He mumbled, trying to get you to look at him.

Bullshit. You knew considering his reputation the things he had to do. He wouldn’t ever stop.

You finished up and put everything away, getting up to put the kit away when you felt him hold your waist.

He brought you back down, hugging you from behind as you sat in his lap.

“Please talk.” You didn’t speak. “Yell. Scream. Cry. Hit me some more just do something.”

You let out a heavy sigh turning around so you were straddling him. He hissed in pain as your knee accidentally hit his stomach.

“Fuck I’m sorry!” You rushed out, rubbing the cotton of his shirt trying to relieve the pain. However, you felt something sticky through his shirt. Almost like…

You lifted his shirt up before he could stop you and saw the gigantic gash along his ribs.

“Baby.” He put his shirt down reaching to hold you again. “I’m-”

“Don’t.” You cut him off and got up.

“Don’t fucking tell me you’re fine!” You shouted, angry at his nonchalant behaviour that this was all okay.

“I hate seeing you like this Luke.” You ran a hand though your hair. “I hate cleaning you up every time you get in a fight with someone not worth it. I hate when you say you’re fine when you’re the complete opposite of it!”

He watched you intently as you continued your rant.

“I hate the way you make me feel because I love you so much and I can’t take it anymore.” You ended, looking at him as his eyes widened at what you were trying to say.

“I think I should let you go.”

And those words. Those very words shattered his heart.

“No.” He shot back standing up. “Stab me in the heart it’ll hurt less than this.” You broke down letting the tears fall freely.

“I’m sorry Luke. I can’t do this anymore. When you’re hurting I am too and call me selfish but I don’t want to hurt anymore.”

He ran his hands down his face in frustration. “I can’t do this without you.” He brokenly says the words looking into your eyes that held his whole world.

“You were fine before me.” You picked your jacket and car keys up ready to walk out of his life.

“You’ll be fine after.”

And with that you left.