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15. “you should play with my hair some more.”
lazy mornings with Ashton are your favorite. the two of you snuggled in bed before starting your day have given you some of your favorite memories. you lay with your head on ashton’s chest as he sleeps. the soft rise and fall of his chest soothing you as you run circles along his chest while the sun rises through the window.
you can sense when ashton begins to wake up, because he starts stroking your hair. you turn your head and kiss his chest before you move to kiss him on the lips.
“good morning, my love.” ashton smiles.
“good morning.” you reply, kissing him again. “you should play with my hair some more.”
ashton chuckles as you make yourself comfortable again and he continues gently stroking your hair, lulling you back to sleep with his touch.
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14. “scoot over”
you’d gotten used to the bed being seemingly empty while your boyfriend, Calum, is on tour. sometimes, Duke - your dog - would climb in with you, but most nights, it’s just you alone in the king bed.
you were fine with it, mostly, but sometimes you yearn for Calum to be next to you, holding you tight while you sleep. you seem to dream better and sleep better when he’s next to you.
the bed you share is big, and you like to leave the window’s open when it’s cool out. the moonlight shines down into your room, the milky glow reflecting off the floor and making you sleepy.
you lay flat on your back, diagonally, so you can take up the whole bed without worry.
you shut your eyes for about thirty minutes until someone whispers, “scoot over.”
your eyes open and you see Calum standing next to the bed. you scoot over as he climbs into bed, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you before you two lull into sleep.
after a billion months, i’ve finally finished that Luke fic i was talking about! i know a few of you guys were hounding me to finish it, so i appreciate you caring so much about my writing. (,:
this is one of my favorite stories i’ve written, and i hope you like it just as much! big shout out to miss jules, as you know she’s my best friend and one of the people who pushes me to be a better writer. i hope you enjoy this story!!! i’d love feed back (:
pairing: readerxluke
word count: 8,451
warning: violence. mentions of blood.
summary: the hemmings and harper family have been feuding for centuries. since you were little, it’s been engrained in your brain to hate the hemmings family. but you spend one night with luke, and suddenly, you can’t imagine your life without him. can you manage to stay together? or will your families tear you apart?
To whom it may concern:
Upon the request of Mister Andrew Hemmings, you have been cordially invited to the Annual Hemmings Charity Gala.
This year, we are celebrating Andrew and his two eldest sons, Ben and Jack, for all of their work with Habitat for Humanity and Newborns in Need.
Should you find yourself with an invitation, please bring this invitation and newborn supplies to gain entrance.
Dress code is Black Tie Masquerade, so please dress appropriately. Exceptions will be made for women.
You’re not entirely sure how the invitation in your hands got into your hands, but nonetheless, you couldn’t believe you actually had been invited to the Hemmings Gala.
It’s one of the most prestigious events in your city – anyone who’s anyone will be there – and the fact that you of all people have been invited must mean something.
The Hemmings family has a lot of known enemies: your family included. The Hemmings and the Harper’s have been enemies for centuries, the story being told to you by your father, grandfather, and great grandfather for years; it’s been engrained into your brain since you were a child.
But, growing up, hormones got the best of you and you found the youngest Hemmings boy, Luke, attractive.
You know it’s wrong, but with his ocean blue eyes, his curly blonde hair, and beautiful smile, you couldn’t help but simply wonder what it’s like to be one of his girlfriends.
That’s not to say you haven’t had your share of boyfriends; you’ve had a couple of them, but none of them ever worked out for long. Either they couldn’t handle the pressures of dating a Harper, or they just wanted to fuck other people.
At least they respected you enough to break up with you before they got with other people.
But there was something about the Hemmings boy that just kept reeling you in.
In your twenty-one years of life, you’ve never uttered a word to him, but that hasn’t stopped him from staring at you from time to time.
In school, when you had the same classes, you’d catch him staring at you. A lot of the time, he was in the desk next to you or behind you, since your last names are so close together. But, most times, when you’d look over, you’d catch his eyes focused on you, and he’d look away quickly, as if he wasn’t doing a few seconds ago.
You never thought it was weird, nor did you really care, because you were guilty of the same thing.
But tonight is the night. Tonight is the night you’re finally going to speak to Luke, whether you like it or not.
You stare at the reflection in the mirror, looking at the dress that you’re wearing. You’d had it specifically made for this event a few weeks ago once you received the invitation, and you were going to put it to good use.
You turn around and face your best friend, Natalie, who is also attending to the Gala, and look at her.
“Well?” You ask, grabbing her attention. “What do you think?”
Although the Gala wasn’t until tonight, you and Natalie had swung by your family’s tailor shop to check on the dress and pick it up.
“You look…” Natalie says.
“Like Cinderella.” Your tailor says, taking a few steps into the room.
You smooth out the skirt and twirl around in it, really feeling like Cinderella for a brief moment, before stopping and looking at yourself in the mirror.
“I love it. Thank you so much, Jeanne.” You say, looking at your tailor.
“Anything for you, (y/n). Shall I have it delivered to your house, or would you like to take it with you?”
“I’ll take it with me, thank you. I can’t have my parents see this.” You respond, and Jeanne gives you a knowing look.
Natalie scurries into the dressing room with you, helping you out of your dress and then carries it out so you can get dressed without falling into your dress.
Stepping out, you see Jeanne putting your dress into a box and Natalie twirling around in one of the other dresses.
“Thank you so much, Jeanne. I’ll see you later.” You smile, picking up the box and walking out of the tailors shop.
You place the box in your car, and then the two of you drive to the coffee shop to buy a coffee, before the two of you head back to Natalie’s house to get ready for the Gala.
A few hours later, you’re sat in Natalie’s guest room, where your hair and makeup people are setting up camp for the next few hours.
Going to the Hemmings’ Gala takes a lot of effort, and you have to look your very best if you’re going to be attending.
Since it’s one of the biggest social events of the season, a bunch of people are going to be there. Everyone from Giuliana Rancic from E! News, to some of the most notorious celebrities in Hollywood, like Brad Pitt, Matthew McConaughey, and everyone’s favorite power couple, Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds.
There’s going to be a red carpet and paparazzi and magazine editors just waiting to speak to the attendees.
This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been on a red carpet – your family also hosts an Annual Gala two months before the Hemmings Gala, but something about being on this red carpet makes you nervous.
You stare at your reflection in the mirror, watching as your hair stylist curls your hair into classic curls and braids the front section of your hair back, your tresses bouncing delicately past your shoulder.
Your hair stylist then places butterfly pins in your hair, a signature of yours, and then begins to spray your hair with hairspray so everything stays in place throughout the entire night.
Once your hair stylist is done with your hair, he packs up his things and sits to the side, and your makeup artist begins her work.
You look at your dress, which is hanging near the window of the large guest room, and let out a sigh.
You’re not going with a look that’s too crazy, just a basic eye and maybe a bit of lip stick. You close your eyes are your makeup artist begins to beat the foundation into your face, and you swear her touch is so soft that you want to fall asleep.
Fifteen minutes later, the look is done, and you take a look in the mirror.
You barely even recognize yourself – you haven’t been this done up in years it seems – but you love it anyways. It’s almost like you’re looking at your doppelganger, because if and when you do put on makeup, it’s always a basic look. Subtle foundation and concealer, and if you’re feeling saucy, maybe a cat eye.
But now? You’ve never seen yourself wear so much makeup but such a natural look. You’ve got the basics, foundation, concealer, and a bit of eye shadow to make eye pop beneath your mask, but you look so ethereal and gorgeous and princess like, that you instantly get butterflies in your belly.
You look over at Natalie and she’s got her hair in classic old-Hollywood waves, and her makeup makes her look like she’s stepped straight out of a 1950’s film.
The two of you tip your stylists and artists before seeing them out and getting ready together.
You help Natalie into her dress, the champagne colored, off-the-shoulder empire gown fits your best friend beautifully, and you can’t believe that her dress might even look better than yours.
Her dress isn’t simple, but it isn’t over the top. You can see some crystals placed in the skirt, just enough to shimmer under the lights, and the torso has a few crystals lining the neckline.
Natalie then helps you into your dress, the blue color popping against your skin tone as soon your zipped into it.
Your dress, like Natalie’s, has crystals sewn into the skirt, but your skirt has a bunch of layers to make the blue pop.
It shines beneath the light, the blue hues all forming together to make a color you’ve seen before, but you can’t quite place where.
The two of you grab your masks off of Natalie’s bed, and then you head downstairs to the living room, where Natalie’s parents are waiting.
“You two look absolutely stunning.” Natalie’s father says.
“Thank you, Dad. I appreciate it.” Natalie responds, smiling at her father.
“Just remember to be home by one a.m.!” Natalie’s mom reminds you two.
“Yes ma’am.” The both you say in unison.
Natalie’s mom snaps a photo of the two of you before you head out into the limo that’s waiting for you outside.
The Gala is in full swing by the time you arrive. You grab the baby blankets, formula, and invitations next to you as you step out of the car, and hand them to the man guarding the carpet entrance.
Paparazzi and magazine editors have vanished, and the only two people on the carpet are you, Natalie, and the two security guards that are guarding the entrance.
“You might not make it. They’re announcing people’s arrival now.” The guard warns. “I’d hurry if I were you.”
You and Natalie book it for the entrance, careful not to ruin your hair, your makeup, or your dress.
You’re nearly out of breath by the time you reach the inside of the Hemmings Mansion; you knew it was big but you didn’t think it was this big.
Natalie steps inside before you do, holding the door open for you as you catch your breath and prepare yourself for the night.
Now that you’re inside of the Hemmings Mansion, which is basically a baby castle, a bunch of thoughts flood your mind.
Should you be here? What if you get caught by a Hemmings? What if your father finds out that you’re here? What if when you talk to Luke, he’s a total dick? Should you leave? You should probably leave.
“(y/n)!” Natalie whispers, separating you from your thoughts. Thankfully.
Natalie motions for you to come closer, and she speaks to the guard outside of the door, telling them to announce her arrival.
“See you in there.” Natalie says, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.
The guards open the door and Natalie takes a few steps in.
“Miss Natalie of the Granger family.” The guard yells, and everyone claps as Natalie descends down the stair case.
You take a deep breath and step out, not bothering to have the guards announce your arrival.
It’s not like they needed to make an announcement to have all eyes on you, everyone is already staring at you anyway as you descend down the steps of the ballroom.
You notice the Hemmings’ boys standing next to their mother and father, but Luke is nowhere to be seen around you.
Scanning the room for him once more, you stop at the top of the stairs and finally realize just how many people are staring at you.
You see familiar faces; people you grew up with and people you grew up watching on your television screen, but you don’t particularly see the face.
Maybe you shouldn’t have come tonight.
You put on your best smile and continue walking down the stairs, and once your feet hit the floor, you look up.
As if the universe had heard your silent pleas, Luke stands a few feet in front of you.
Suddenly, the butterflies are back in your tummy, and you feel a breath hitched in your throat as you make eye contact with the boy across from you.
Blue eyes meet yours, and a small smile spreads across his lips.
It’s as if you’re the only two in the room. You can’t see anyone else but Luke, and you can tell by the way he’s looking at you, it’s the same for him.
People begin to part like the red sea as you make your way toward him, meeting him in the middle of the dance floor.
“Mr. Hemmings.” You smile, curtseying in front of him.
He bows, and then smiles at you, looking in to your eyes. “It’s you, isn’t it?”
You give him a small smile and shrug your shoulders the tiniest bit. “Just so.”
He can’t stop staring at you, and he shuffles his feet before continuing to speak to you. “(y/n),” he begins. You’re shocked he even knows your name to begin with. “it would be my greatest pleasure… if you could give me the honor… to lead you through this first…”
“Dance?” You finish for him.
“Dance, yes. If you’d let me lead you through this first dance.” Luke chuckles awkwardly.
You nod and give him a genuine smile.
Luke then takes your hand in his, and begins leading you through the dance.
You hear the band begin to play a song; a lovely little instrumental that sounds like it could be something out of a Disney film, as Luke guides you through the dance.
Your dress is magnificent under the lights of the Hemmings Ballroom; earning ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ from the other attendees as Luke spins you around the ballroom.
The two of you never break eye contact as you dance, the music drawing you into one another as the song goes on.
Luke is impeccable at dancing, you’d never known he was good at dancing unless you saw him dance.
He spins you a final time, causing the audience to roar with applause.
When the two of you are done dancing, he grabs your hand and whisks you away from the crowd.
When you and Luke are alone, you immediately take off your mask and toss it into the bin. Luke finally gets a good look at you, never letting go of your hand.
“You are beautiful, (y/n).” Luke admits. “Your dress is absolutely ravishing. You look like a real life–”
“Cinderella.” You both say in unison, and you both giggle.
The two of you roam the hallways of his family’s estate, hand in hand, and the only thought on your mind is ‘I can’t believe this is happening’.
The two of you make your way into a little garden in the back of the estate, and the garden overlooks the back of the mansion. You take a seat on the swing that’s hanging off the old oak tree, and Luke stands behind you, pushing you gently, careful to not let your dress drag on the ground.
“You know, I’ve never shown this place to anyone.” Luke states, breaking the silence.
“Really?” You say, your eyes lighting up. “It’s breathtaking.”
“As are you.” He says, and you turn to look at him, making eye contact.
You giggle like a school girl but quickly put a stop to it. You can’t let him know that you’ve had a massive crush on him since grade school.
“I find myself wondering,” you begin, looking around the garden. “How come your name wasn’t on the invitation tonight.”
Luke stifles a chuckle. “Unlike my parents,” he begins. “I’d rather the charitable acts that I do be genuinely charitable. Not for the brownie points.”
“So you’re involved with the charities your father and brothers are?” You ask, looking up at him.
You’ve stopped swinging now, and Luke is standing in front of you, holding his hand out for you to take, so you can walk around the gardens together.
You intertwine your fingers with his, and the two of you begin walking around the gardens.
“Yes, I am.” Luke answers your question from a few moments ago. “But I don’t do it for the recognition. I do it because I genuinely enjoy helping these people.”
“That’s very kind of you.” You smile.
“What about you?” Luke asks. You two look at each other as you walk along the concrete pathways. “Are you involved in any of the work your family does?”
“Yes.” You tell him. “I do a lot for JDRF, and I also volunteer for St. Jude.”
“Oh, crap. That’s so cool.” Luke smiles.
“But I agree. I do it because I like it and I like seeing people’s lives change for the better. Last year alone, my sister and I helped raise over half a million dollars for JDRF.” You tell him.
“I didn’t realize juvenile diabetes research was so important to you.” Luke says, his voice getting quieter.
The two of you are stopped in front of a vine and rose covered wall that would be the perfect backdrop for some pictures.
“Well… Natalie was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes when we were five. From then on I swore I’d do anything I can to help her find a cure.” You mention.
Luke smiles and turns so his entire body is facing you. “You’re amazing.”
“So are you.” You whisper back.
For a brief moment, you notice him staring at your lips before he brings his gaze back to your eyes.
You’ve never seen him like this; vulnerable and shy and handsome. Everything in you is telling you to pounce on him because this might be your only chance to do so, but you push that thought aside and snap back to reality.
You notice Luke is staring at your lips again.
“You know… You can kiss me if you want to.” You tell him, not sure where that rush of confidence came from.
“I know but… The problem is,” He says leaning in, “if I kiss you, then I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”
You sigh and look around you. You’re leaning against the wall now, Luke’s right hand by your head to steady himself as he leans towards you.
Everything inside of you is telling you to kiss him. For so long, you’ve wondered what his lips would feel like on yours. You’ve wondered how he would taste, how he would feel with his arms wrapped around you.
You look up and make eye contact with him, placing your hand on the back of his neck and closing the gap between you, and placing your lips on his.
Immediately his hands go to your waist, pulling you closer. You get as close as you can without tripping over your dress, but it isn’t close enough.
You find yourself yearning for more; more of his words, more of his touch, more of him, that you wrap your arms around his shoulders in attempt to pull him closer.
Several minutes later you pull apart and look at each other as you catch your breath.
You’ve kissed several guys before, but you haven’t kissed them like that. Kissing Luke was something else.
“I told you it’d be hard to stop kissing you.” Luke smirks.
You roll your eyes and push yourself up off the wall. You catch a glance of the time on your phone: 11:59 P.M.
You’ve got several missed calls and texts from Natalie, telling you to get back asap or you’ll miss curfew.
You hear the chapel bell a few blocks away begin to chime, signaling that you must leave.
You and Luke look at one another, and you try to find the words to say before you leave him.
“I’ve uh… I’ve got to go.” You tell him.
“What? Why?”
“It’s just…” You begin. It’s embarrassing to tell him you and your best friend have a curfew at age twenty-one. “I’ve got to go. But I had a lovely night and I hope we can continue this some other time.”
“How will I know where to find you?” Luke asks as you begin sauntering off.
“Trust me, you’ll run into me!” You tell him as you make your way back into the mansion.
You pick up your dress skirts and begin scurrying across the dance floor, grabbing Natalie as you do so.
The two of you make your way upstairs before you’re stopped by Mister Andrew Hemmings himself.
“You’ve got some nerve coming here tonight.” He says, making eye contact with you.
“Mister Hemmings, I meant no harm, really.” You state. “I got an invitation and I wasn’t going to pass it up. I have nothing against your family.”
“Go. You’re a good one, (y/n).”
You smile and curtsey before him before resuming your scurry off to the limo that’s waiting for you outside of the mansion.
* * * *
After getting back to Natalie’s at exactly 12:59 on the dot, the two of you are in her room getting ready for bed.
“How was it?” Natalie asks you, plugging her phone into the charger.
“Natalie it was amazing!” You sigh, plopping next to her in the bed. “I learned he’s a real philanthropist and…”
“Spit it out, (y/n)!” Natalie says, sitting up in excitement.
“We kissed!”
“Shut the front door!” Natalie exclaims. “I’m so glad it turned out well.”
“I can’t believe he knew my name.” You mumble, leaning down on her pillows. “I didn’t think he’d know who I was.”
“Your family has been feuding for centuries.” Natalie starts. “You didn’t think he’d at least know your name?”
You shake your head and chuckle, still floating on the cloud you were on earlier, and before you know it, you’re lulled to sleep by the thoughts of dancing with Luke.
* * * *
When you arrive back your family’s estate, you’re greeted by your brothers, who are as usual, talking about the Gala last night and making fun of the attendees as they speak on the television.
“Hey (y/n).” Your oldest brother, Stephen greets from the couch in the family room.
“What are you guys watching?” You ask, sitting down next to them.
“The coverage from the Hemmings Gala last night.” Your other brother, Nicholas, states.
“I heard it was a shit show.” You mumble, hoping that your brothers don’t catch on or ask you questions about your night.
“Apparently their youngest, Luke, I think, was smitten with one of the girls last night.” Stephen states, looking over at you and your brother.
“Poor girl.” Nicholas begins. “I bet she’s regretting every second of it.”
Your brothers laugh and high five as you get up and walk up the stairs to your room.
When you get to your room, you shut the door behind you and plop down on your bed, sighing as you close your eyes.
You grab your phone from your bag and check the notifications, seeing that you’ve got one missed message from an unknown number.
You read the message on your phone, noticing it’s from Luke, and the smile upon your face spreads from ear to ear.
You change into something more appropriate for meeting him, and head to the train tracks in the middle of town.
* * * *
“You know we could get caught.” You mumble, giving Luke a hug. He kisses your cheek and grabs your hand.
“That’s half the fun of being here.” He smirks, looking down at you.
The two of you walk along the train tracks hand in hand, silent, but it isn’t uncomfortable.
You feel at peace for the first time in forever, and you could get used to the feeling of being around Luke.
His hand in yours feels like home, and you feel safe around him, which is unlike anything you’ve experienced before.
“I was thinking about you all night, you know.” He says, breaking the silence.
You stop in your tracks and look up at him. “Oh yeah?”
“If I’m being completely honest…” His voice trails off and he averts his gaze from your eyes and looks at the ground.
“Just say it, Luke.” You encourage.
“I’ve always had a crush on you.” Luke says, and you practically feel your heart burst at his statement. “I never knew that I could like someone who’s supposed to be my enemy.”
You stifle a laugh. “You don’t seriously still believe in the feud do you?”
“I mean…”
“I think it might just be because I’m the youngest, but that’s more for my older brothers. Not for me.” You tell him.
Luke kind of shakes his head and sighs. “Look, (y/n), I want to be with you. I need to know if you feel the same way about me.”
You look around, trying to avoid the conversation.
How could you date someone you’ve only spoken a few words to? How could you date someone you only met last night? Sure, you’ve known about Luke your entire life, but the stories you’ve heard and the stories that will be told about you and him… you weren’t sure if you could handle it.
“It’s okay.” Luke sighs. “We can play it by ear.”
“I just… I’m not like the other girls you date.” You tell him. “I’m not a party girl.”
“I don’t like dating party girls.” Luke laughs. “I’ve never been the type to party. That’s more of Jack’s thing. I don’t really care what you like to do, as long as you’re nice and have a good heart.”
“That sounds like something straight out of a Disney movie.” You chuckle.
“I did watch a lot of Disney movies as a kid.” Luke laughs.
You smile and shake your head. “What’s your favorite Disney movie?”
“Probably The Lion King.” Luke answers. “Or Cinderella.”
You two begin walking hand in hand again. “Cinderella is my favorite too.”
“You strike me more as Beauty and The Beast kind of gal.” Luke admits, smirking.
“I love that film. But Cinderella is a classic.”
“You’re classic.” He smirks, looking down at you.
You’re scanning his face to see what your next move should be, but you don’t know.
He’s silent before he says, “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“I’d be mad if you didn’t.”
His lips are on yours again for the millionth time in twenty-four hours, and yet again, it’s still not enough for you. You need his touch almost as much as you need oxygen to breathe, and for a moment, you feel as if you’re meant to be doing this; you’re meant to be here, in this moment, with Luke, forever.
You pull apart to catch your breath and rest your head against his chest.
“I could kiss you forever, (y/n).” Luke mumbles against the top of your head.
“I wish it was this easy.” You give a small smile, but you both know it will never be easy for either of you.
“Run away with me.” Luke says.
You pull away and take a few steps back. “What?”
“I didn’t stutter. Run away with me (y/n). We can start a new life together.” He says again.
You’re not entirely sure if he means it, part of you still thinks this might be a prank, but you cock your head and consider the offer.
“We barely know each other. What if you don’t like me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. This could be fun!” Luke says.
You sigh and grab his hands, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “How about this. We consider it again in a week. By then, we’ll know each other better.”
Luke sighs and kisses your cheek. “Okay. We reconsider in a week.”
* * * *
Natalie enters your room, bags of Chinese take-out and three DVD’s in her hand. She places the food on your bed and pops in the Hairspray DVD, your favorite movie of all time, and then crawls next to you in the bed.
You can tell she’s going through something, but you also don’t want to push it, so you take the box of orange chicken and fried rice and the chopsticks, and begin eating your food.
Natalie sighs. “I’m upset.”
“I hadn’t noticed.” You say, putting your stuff down on your bedside stand. “What’s wrong?”
Natalie turns to look at you and sighs once more. “You know, I really thought that he liked me. But when I saw him earlier, he just… ignored me.”
You know almost instantly that she’s talking about the fling Natalie’s having with your brother, Stephen. They’ve been sleeping together since you started college, and Natalie was in deep. Stephen? Not so much.
“You know how he gets… He’s annoying and doesn’t know how to state his feelings.” You reassure her.
“I know but, I know he likes me. He’s just being a dumb boy.” Natalie sighs. “I just don’t want to tell him how I feel because I think he’s going to drop me.”
You sigh and sit up, still keeping your attention on Natalie. “Nat. You can’t be hung up on him forever. You’re better than him anyway.”
Natalie groans and rests her head in your lap. “I’m gonna go talk to him.”
“Go do that.” You encourage her.
Natalie stands up and walks out of your room, shutting your door as she leaves. Before you can get comfortable, you hear the sound of something hitting your balcony door.
You get up and walk towards your balcony, opening the curtains to look down at the noise maker.
Luke is smirking; he’s totally the type to throw rocks at your window at midnight.
You open the door and step out onto your balcony, and Luke starts yelling at you with a smile on his face.
“What is that light in the window over there? It is the east, and (y/n) is the sun.” Luke says, his hand against his chest as he looks up at you.
You lean against your balcony railing, looking down at him. “You’re going to get killed if anyone finds you out here.”
“So let me in and change my fate, my sweet (y/n).” Luke smiles, and begins climbing the tree to your left.
He climbs over the railing and makes his way over to you, placing his hands on your hips and planting a kiss on your lips.
He tastes like mango chapstick, and your first thought is: he doesn’t seem like a mango chapstick kind of guy. But it’s nice, and you kiss him again and again, until you sneak him into your room and he lies down on your bed, where Natalie was once sitting.
“If I’d known it’d be this easy to get into your room, I would’ve done it a lot sooner.” Luke teases, and you rest your head on his chest and cuddle up into him.
His heart is beating fast, and at first you think it’s from him climbing the tree, but you soon realise that it’s because he’s holding you in his arms for the first time in an intimate setting.
You begin to draw circles around his chest with your finger, and he places a kiss on the top of your head.
“I really like you, you know.” You mumble.
“How much?” Luke asks.
“This much.” You respond, leaning up and kissing his neck. You trail your kisses down his neck and to his chest, and he guides you back up to his face, and pulls you back in for a kiss.
He flips you over and he takes his time, teasing you with his hands and with his mouth.
“Do you want to do this?” He asks, looking at you directly.
“More than you know.” You breathe, pulling him back in for more kisses.
* * * *
Luke lies in your bed completely naked, but absolutely beautiful. His chest moves up and down slowly as he breathes. His blond curls are splayed across your pillow, his hand resting on his chest, and his mouth slightly agape, but you’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.
You quietly get out of bed and walk across the room to turn off your TV and lock your bedroom door – which luckily isn’t out of the ordinary for you so no one would question why you have it locked when you wake up in the morning.
* * * *
Before the sun even rises, you and Luke are awake, talking in your bed about anything and everything.
You’re lying on his chest and his arm is wrapped around you, and your other hand is holding his, the only light coming from the bouncing screensaver on your tv.
You’ve never felt this content in your life, and something is telling you to run away with him, but you know you can’t just leave.
It’s never that easy, especially when it comes to a Hemmings.
Luke gets up and gets ready to leave, putting his clothes back on and turning to face you before he leaves.
“I had a great time last night.” Luke mumbles, pulling you in as you walk towards him.
“I did too.” You reply. “When can I see you again?”
Luke looks into your eyes and smiles. “Whenever you’d like.”
“How about tomorrow. I’ve got things to do today, but tomorrow I’m free.” You tell him.
“I will see you tomorrow, then, my love.” Luke smiles, kissing your nose before you walk him out to your balcony.
“Text me when you get home.” You tell Luke. “I want to know you made it home safe.”
“As you wish.” Luke kisses you again, longer this time, before climbing down your tree and walking off your property.
Waking up again once the sun has officially risen, you grab your phone and see a text from Luke stating that he made it home. You send him a thumbs up emoji and a smile, before placing your phone down and walking downstairs to greet your family.
“Good morning, princess.” Your father greets as you walk into the kitchen, and you approach him, giving him a hug. “I trust you slept well?”
“Better than you know.” You tell him.
Natalie is already sitting down at the kitchen island with Stephen, and you sit next to her as your mother slides you a mug of coffee.
“I believe someone got all of your attention last night, huh, (y/n)?” Your mom says suggestively, giving you a playful look.
“Oh, (y/n) definitely got the attention of a certain someone.” Stephen smirks.
“So did you, isn’t that right, Nat?” You smirk, looking at your brother and your best friend.
You’d do anything to avoid this conversation – you suck at keeping things from your parents – and any more attention, and you might accidentally spill that you slept with a boy. Not just any boy, but a Hemmings boy, and your dad would flip his shit.
You take a sip of your coffee and look over at your parents; they’re already dressed for today’s agenda – your family is running in the JDRF marathon – meanwhile, you’re still dressed in your pajamas.
Luckily, you weren’t running the marathon, but since your parents are running, you’ve got to be there to show support.
You walk back upstairs, coffee mug in hand, and head into your room to get dressed. Natalie follows, she’s not running either but she’s going to show her support, and she shuts the door behind you two and pulls you into your bathroom and turns on the shower, so you can talk without being heard.
“Did you sleep with who I think you slept with?” Natalie smirks, pulling you close so you can hear her. “Did you sleep with the Hemmings boy?”
You raise an eyebrow and wink at her, giving her a technical confirmation without saying you did.
Natalie gives you a big hug and kisses your cheek. “I can’t believe you’re the modern day Romeo and Juliet.” She jokes.
“No one is dying.” You laugh.
“Not yet.” Natalie fires back.
“You’re ridiculous.” You shake your head and turn off the shower faucet, signaling that the conversation is over.
You walk into your closet and change into your clothes, more appropriate than your pajamas, and then walk down the stairs to your family.
* * * *
It’s been a few hours since your family participated in the marathon, and now you’re celebrating, getting ice cream in a part of town that your family likes to call No-Man’s-Land – only because it’s between the Hemmings and the Harper county lines.
You sit down next to your mom and eat a spoonful of your ice cream, looking at your dad. He’d placed second today, which is impressive, considering your dad never likes running or any form of physical exercise.
“Thank you guys for supporting me today.” Your dad says, looking around at your siblings, Natalie, and your mom. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Your family is silent eating their ice cream, until your brother, Stephen, looks up and points at someone standing in line.
“Get the fuck out of here.” He shouts.
Everyone looks over and you see the Hemmings boys – Ben, Jack, and Luke – looking at your family.
You make eye contact with Luke and instantly, a surge of fear rushes through your body. You can’t stand to see him get hurt, even though you’ve just met him, you’re sure you might even love him.
“Who you tellin’ to get out of here, huh?” The oldest Hemmings boy, Ben, says.
“I told you.” Stephen retorts, standing up from his seat to match up with Ben.
You look at your brother. “Stephen, don’t.”
“Shut up, (y/n).” He says, pushing you out of his way. “You need to know that these boys are never going to be good enough for you.”
Stephen stands in front of Ben, Stephen being a little bit taller than the oldest Hemmings brother, and you sink into your Mom’s arms, hoping she’ll protect you from whatever is about to happen.
You hide your face into your mother’s neck as your brothers and your fathers begin yelling with the Hemmings brothers.
“Bold of you to think that your sister is even good enough for one of us.” You hear Jack, the middle brother, say.
You look at your brothers and father, and your dad throws the first punch before everything goes into a frenzy.
Curse words are being shouted, punches are being thrown, and you even see Luke pull out a knife and aim for one of your brothers.
“Luke!” You cry out, but you see him pierce the knife into your brothers bicep, and Stephen lets out a painful cry.
You run out of the ice cream shop and out to your car. You hear Luke calling after you, but you drive off before you even hear a word from him.
He gets in his car and he follows you, desperate to explain himself.
You drive around town, trying to avoid him at all costs. How could you listen to someone who stabbed your brother in front of your eyes? You didn’t get involved, so why did he have to?
You pull over at the train tracks in the middle of town, parking your car in the trees and walking towards the tracks, crossing them to get into the field on the other side.
“(y/n), listen to me, please.” Luke cries.
“Why should I?” You yell back.
Luke is walking across the field to get to you, and you’re tempted to run past him but you know you should also hear him out.
As he gets closer, you see the hurt in his eyes. You can tell he’s been crying; his eyes are red, and he’s trying to hide the tears with his curls.
He stops in front of you, and immediately, you notice the blood stain on his abdomen. There’s a gash in his shirt, and you can’t tell if it’s a stab wound or if he’s just deeply cut, but you don’t bother to touch it.
“What happened?” you ask him. “Why are you bleeding?”
“Your brother stabbed me with some glass. I tried to take it out but…”
“What do you want, Luke?” You cut him off. “Give me one good reason as to why I should hear you out.”
“Because I love you.” Luke blurts, grabbing your attention. “I know it’s only been several days, but holy shit, (y/n), I’m in love with you.”
“What?” You ask. Your heart is beating a million times a minute, and although you know it’s not the best of circumstances, you can tell he’s being truthful.
“I’m in love with you.” He says, taking a step closer. “I’ve been in love with you from the moment you stepped foot in my family’s estate. I’m going to be in love with you for the rest of my life.”
“You heard what your brothers said. I’m not good enough for you.” You tell him. “I love you too, but we can never be together.”
“(y/n)…” Luke whispers. His hands places on either side of your face.
You sigh and take his hands off of you. “You’re a Hemmings, I’m a Harper. We can never be together. It’s written in the stars.”
“We can rewrite the stars, (y/n). We can be together. Change the fate. Just… Please.” Luke begs.
You’ve never seen him so desperate, and he leans in to kiss you, and you hesitate. You don’t know if kissing him is even worth it anymore, not after what had happened at the ice cream shop.
But if you love him, you should be able to get past that right? You could run away together and the two of you could start a brand new life somewhere. Run to a completely different state, get married, start a family. An entire life is waiting for the two of you if you just say yes.
“It’s not that simple.” You sigh. “Nothing’s that simple.”
“Everything is. If you let it.” Luke says.
The two of you look at each other. You can’t bring yourself to say yes, but you can’t bring yourself to say no either.
“Luke, you can’t just expect me to run away with you.” You tell him. “Where would we go? We don’t have money. If our parents knew we ran away with each other, we’d be cut off instantly.”
Luke sighs. “I just really want to be with you.”
You scan his face and suddenly he goes pale, like he’s about to collapse.
“Luke?” You say. “Luke, are you okay?”
His hand is resting over the blood stain on his abdomen, and your eyes widen immediately as you rush closer to him.
“Hospital, please.” Luke breathes. It’s heavy and its harsh and you immediately begin walking him back to your car.
“Stay with me, Luke. You can’t die on me. I’ll be damned if this is a Romeo and Juliet situation.” You say as the two of you get into your car.
You book it for the hospital and race into the emergency room, practically carrying Luke, and as soon as Luke rests on the counter, he falls over, causing a rush of nurses and doctors to help him.
“What’s the patients name?” The nurse asks you as three other nurses and two doctors get Luke on to the stretcher.
“Luke. Luke Hemmings. Date of birth, July 16, 1996.” You tell the nurse, and her eye widen.
“This is a Hemmings boy?” She asks.
You nod as the others helping Luke rush him off into an operating room to get him stitched up, and the nurse who was asking you questions makes eye contact with you again.
“Can you tell me what happened?” She asks, grabbing her pen and a notebook as the two of you walk to a secluded corner.
“Um, we were in the ice cream shop in No-Man’s-Land. I’m not sure if he got stabbed or cut or what. But then we were by the train tracks, where the county lines meet? And we were talking before he went pale all of a sudden.”
“And you are?”
“(y/n) Harper, ma’am.” You say.
The nurses eyes widen when you tell her your name.
Everyone in town knows about the feud between your families, and you know she’s shocked that you’re the one who brought Luke in.
“Please, don’t tell anyone.” You say. “I can’t risk it right now.”
“I’ll say you’re anonymous. You can wait in the waiting room while we figure out what’s going on.”
You nod and thank the nurse for her kindness, and you take a seat in the waiting room, anxious to know more about Luke’s condition.
Is he going to be okay? Is he going to die on the table? What if you never get to tell him that you want to start a life with him somewhere else? What if these last few days were the only few days you’d ever get to spend with him?
Maybe you won’t be able to spend nights picking his brain, or days in the sun just strolling along hand and hand.
No getting ice cream, no late night blanket forts for the two of you, no more Gala attendances and no more dancing together.
God, you so badly wanted to dance with him again. It’s practically made the two of you fall for each other.
You try to think of the positives.
Dancing with Luke once he recovers.
Starting a life with Luke.
Kissing him whenever he recovers.
You’re pulled away from your thoughts as soon as a nurse gently touches your shoulder. You look up and she smiles at you. You do your best to smile back, but it’s hard thinking about Luke lying on that table.
“He’s going to be okay.” She tells you. “It was a stab wound. He’ll need some physical therapy for a bit, but he should be okay.”
It’s almost as if the weight is lifted off your shoulders then and there. You take a deep breath and relax your shoulders before standing up and following the nurse to his room.
When you arrive, Luke is still under anesthesia. He looks soft; his curls held back by a hair clip, his lashes dark, his chest falling and rising with every breath he takes. You sit next to the bed on a chair and hold his hand, pressing a kiss to the top of it before wiping a tear from your eye.
You’re silent for a while, taking in the fact that Luke is alive and breathing and sure he may need a little help, but you’re going to be there every step of his recovery, even if no one approves.
“Where is he?!” You hear frantic yelling in the hallway. You keep your hand in Luke’s and brace yourself for Luke’s family walking in and seeing you, someone they despise with all of their being.
“My baby!” Mrs. Hemmings cries, entering the room.
“(y/n)?” Jack, one of Luke’s brothers asks. “What are you doing here?”
“I brought him in.” You say, looking between them. “He passed out and I couldn’t just leave him there.”
Mrs. Hemmings looks at you with wide eyes. You’ve never got the chance to look at her before, only in passing, but you can see she’s beautiful and that Luke gets his looks from her. Her eyes are as blue as Luke’s, only a little more dull from the tears she’s been crying, and she approaches you.
“Thank you. For saving my baby.” She says. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”
You give her a sympathetic smile as she gives you a hug. You smile at everyone before stepping into the hallway to give the family some time with their boy.
You begin to walk away as someone calls after you. You turn around and face Mr. Hemmings, the man who was nice to you only a few nights before.
“You saved my boy.” He says. You can tell he’s trying not to cry. “I was wrong about you, Harper. You’re a good kid.”
“Everyone deserves kindness, whether or not your family hates them.” You respond.
“I don’t know what to say.” Mr. Hemmings tells you. “I know Luke would’ve done the same, if the rolls were reversed.”
You sniff and wipe a tear from your cheek. “Yeah.”
“Thank you, (y/n).” Mr. Hemmings says. “If you ever need anything; a place to stay or a ride or anything at all, you’ve got us.”
You nod as he gives you a quick hug, and then you head back to the waiting room.
It’s about fifteen minutes until someone comes back to talk to you, Mrs. Hemmings greets you with a smile as she motions for you to come follow her back into the room.
You stand up and head back to Luke’s room, where he’s awake but barely.
His eyes are fluttering shut as you walk in, but it’s like once he hears your footsteps, he shoots back to consciousness.
You turn around.
Blue eyes meet yours and a small smile spreads across his face. “You’re here.”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
* * * *
6 MONTHS LATER
You’re standing in front of two closed doors, your father standing next to you with tears in his eyes. He smiles down and places a kiss on your forehead before the doors open.
When the doors open, you see Luke standing at the end of the room in a tux.
Blue eyes meet yours and a smile spreads across his face.
Your father continues to walk you down the aisle; your friends and parents watching in awe as you two take this step.
“Do you, Luke Hemmings, take (y/n) Harper, to be your lawfully wedded wife, for better or worse, through sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” Luke smiles, sliding a ring on your finger.
“And do you, (y/n) Harper, take Luke Hemmings, to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or worse, through sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” You smile, sliding a ring on Luke’s finger.
“By the power vested in me and the great state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Luke, you may kiss your bride.”
Luke doesn’t hesitate to kiss you. His lips meet yours and your arms wrap around him as he picks you up and spins you around.
Once he sets you down, you look at Natalie and wink at her, before the two of you walk out of the courthouse and towards your car.
Outside, it seems as if the entire town has come to celebrate your nuptials; confetti made out of leaves are being tossed in the air and everyone is cheering as you head out to your car.
You and Luke stop near the back of your car before looking at one another.
Blue eyes meet yours, and a smile spreads across his face.
a/n: sorry i’ve been so MIA lately, working full time has been kicking my butt! i hope y’all are doing well though! enjoy chapter 2, and hopefully i can post chapter 3 on sunday! if you haven’t read chapter one, you can read it here :)
word count: 1.4k
rating: PG
Davina sighs as she stares out the window of her tower; no eighteen year old girl should be trapped up in a tower for ten years. She’s lucky she has human interactions often, otherwise she’d go insane.
“Alright, Pierre, I hide, you seek.” Davina giggles, looking at her pet chameleon she’s adopted.
Davina sets Pierre down on the window sill and begins to hide before she hears someone shouting her name.
“Princess Davina! Princess Davina!”
Davina looks out the window and down towards the ground, spotting Captain Kit and General Liam riding towards the castle.
“I thought I wasn’t supposed to see anyone until tomorrow!” Davina calls, smiling down at the men below.
“We just had to make sure you’re okay. There was another attack on the castle today.” Captain Kit says.
“You don’t have to worry about me. No one remembers I even exist.” Davina sighs, turning away from the window and facing the inside of her tower.
Books line the shelves all around the room, there’s several paintings on the walls and ceilings, dresses sewn that are being worn by mannequins, and several piles of blankets knitted by the Princess herself.
“You know, it would be nice if someone other* than royal staff would come visit. I haven’t been outside in years, Pierre. It would be so nice to just feel the grass beneath my toes again.” Davina sighs, spinning around. “It’s nice to dream.”
Pierre begins crawling along next to Davina as she gathers some paint and some paint brushes, she’s feeling a tad inspired to paint the scenery outside her window.
“You know what, Pierre? I’m going to escape. Who cares that I could get hurt? Isn’t that the exciting part of life?” Davina asks, looking down at her chameleon. “I can’t be stuck in this tower for the rest of my life! How do my parents expect me to rule a kingdom when I haven’t been outside of these walls for a decade?”
Pierre looks up at Davina. “Don’t give me that look, P. I’m just trying to make sense of it all.”
Davina walks towards the window, sets her paints down on the window sill, clears a spot, and begins to paint.
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Calum pushes through the last part of foliage before stopping and taking a deep breath. Running for your life sure does wear you out.
Catching his breath, Calum looks at the scenery around him; it’s beautiful, breathtaking even. A big patch of grass, a waterfall that falls into a pond, and to his right, a tall, singular tower, looms over the area.
“Holy shit.” Calum mutters.
Could it be? Could this tower be his saving grace? What are the odds that the Hidden Princess really lives here? If he’s lucky, he could sell the crown, come back, and live here the rest of his life. Who gets a tower in Rysling, that’s also in a desolate area, for such a great deal?
“Hey!” Someone calls, distracting Calum from his main focus.
Oh no. He’s been caught.
“Hey!” The voice calls again. “Pierre, I think someone is here to say hi!”
Calum looks up to find a girl peeking out the window to look at him. Wavy black hair is the first thing he notices, a telltale sign that she’s a royal.
Perhaps the Hidden Princess?
“Come up here!” The girl, Davina, cries, gesturing for him to use the climbing wall beneath the window.
Calum does as he’s suggested; this is almost too good to be true.
Once Calum makes his way to the top of the tower, looking Davina in the eyes as he crawls through the window.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” Davina cries, hugging Calum as if she’s known him for years.
“You don’t even know who I am. You’re cool with inviting strangers into your tower?” Calum responds, pushing Davina off him.
“Well it’s not like this tower is easy to find.” Davina says. “You must have some business with my parents.”
Calum laughs and shakes his head. “Yeah, that I do.”
“What’s your name?” Davina asks, looking at the boy leaning against her wall. Her eyes scan his face; dark brown eyes, thick eyebrows, curly brown hair, and olive toned skin; she hasn’t seen anyone with eyes that brown since her sister.
“I’m Calum. What’s your name?” He asks, raising his eyebrow.
“Are you kidding?” Davina asks. “You have no idea who I am?”
“No? I’m sorry.” Calum says.
“I can’t believe my own people have forgotten about me.” Davina sighs.
Calum looks down at the ground before meeting Davina’s eyes. “I sincerely doubt that.”
“It’s true. You’ve got to be around my age and you don’t even remember who I am. I’ve been trapped in this tower for ten years. Because of that, I’ve been forgotten.” Davina responds.
Green eyes meet brown ones and Calum sighs. “So what’s your name?”
“Davina.” She snaps. “Princess Davina of Rysling.”
Calum gasps quietly. “So you are the Hidden Princess!”
“The Hidden Princess?” Davina questions, looking at him.
The two make eye contact, and Davina quickly looks away: it’s almost as if Calum is staring into her soul.
“Yeah, there were rumors. After your sister, Princess Ayla, died, we’d heard rumors that you’d gone into hiding. So that way the rogues couldn’t find you.”
Davina sighs and turns away. “Pierre, did you know this?”
Pierre sticks his tongue out in response.
“You’re talking to a chameleon?” Calum asks.
“He’s my best friend.” Davina retorts, turning to face Calum and crossing her hands above her chest.
“Your best friend is a chameleon?”
“I can’t help it! I haven’t had a human friend in over ten years. He’s stuck around, unlike everyone else around me.”
“We get it, you don’t have friends because you’ve been trapped for ten years.” Calum responds.
“What are you even doing here anyway?” Davina asks.
“Honestly, I was running from someone.” Calum says.
Davina looks at him, and notices something peeking from the satchel that rests on his hip. The light hits it just right, causing the part that’s peeking out to glimmer in the light.
“Were you running from Royal Guards?” Davina questions, glancing between Calum’s eyes and the jewels peeking from his bag.
“No.” Calum states. His voice is firm and his mouth twitches.
Davina rolls her eyes. “What’s in the bag?”
“What bag?” Calum asks, shoving the bag behind him so Davina can’t see it.
“I’m not stupid, Calum.” Davina says. “Just tell me and I won’t turn you in.”
Calum sighs and shows Davina what’s in the bag.
Davina nearly breaks down in tears when she sees the tiara in Calum’s hands, but keeps her composure when she looks up to face him. Many emotions are running through her: anger, sadness, happiness… She hasn’t seen that tiara since before Ayla was murdered.
“Where did you get that?” Davina asks, pointing to the tiara in Calum’s hands.
“The castle.”
“Why do you have it?” Davina asks. “Who gave it to you?”
“I stole it.”
“That’s the last thing that belongs to my sister. You can’t have it.” Davina tells him. Her voice is stern.
“Too bad. It belongs to me now.” Calum smirks, looking at the princess standing across from him.
“No.” Davina says. “If you’re going to keep it, the least you can do is do something for me.”
“I don’t do negotiations.”
“And I don’t let people take stuff that doesn’t belong to them. So pick your battle, thief.”
Calum sighs as he puts the tiara back into his bag. “Fine. How can I be of service, Princess Davina?”
“Don’t think I’m going to take you seriously using that tone with me.” Davina retorts. “What you’re going to do for me is take me to the Firefly Festival tomorrow.”
“Oh, I’m going to do that for you?” Calum asks.
“It’s either that, or I report you to my contacts at the castle. It’s entirely your choice, Calum!” Davina smirks.
Calum can tell Davina is serious, so he sighs and agrees with her.
“Fine, I’ll take you. But you have to promise you won’t turn me in.” Calum says, sticking out his hand so the two of them can shake on it.
“I promise you that I won’t turn you in, Calum.” Davina smiles, shaking the boys hand.
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11. “oh, sorry. i didn’t mean to bother you”
you been in your living room all day, trying to finish your work since you had a deadline in less than three hours. your paper has to be turned in before midnight, and since you seem to hold the world record in putting things off til the last minute, you started barely an hour ago and only have a page written. you sigh, looking at the piles of books and papers surrounding your spot on the living room floor and do your best to finish writing your paper.
a few moments later, Michael, your boyfriend, comes walking through the door and into the living room.
“hey, babe!” he greets, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.
“baby, i’m in the middle of something.” you snap. you didn’t mean to, it’s just when you get into situations like this, you can only focus on that one thing or else your main task will never get done.
“oh, sorry. i didn’t mean to bother you.” Michael smirks, plopping down on the couch.
you finish your paper and submit it before turning around to face him and give him a sympathetic smile.
“i’m sorry baby.” you say, grabbing his hand. “i shouldn’t have snapped.”
“it’s okay, my love.” Michael smiles. “do you want ice cream to celebrate your success in finishing?”
hey i’m back with another calum thing! you’d never know who’s lane i’m in if all i keep posting is calum stuff lmao. anyways, this is for jules because she’s crazy and supports all my ideas so MAJOR SHOUTOUT TO JULES WE LOVE JULES THANK YOU JULES!!! anyways, that’s all i have to say except follow me on twitter ;,)
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pairing: readerxcalum
word count: 1084
summary: you find out that you’re pregnant and you tell calum
warnings: um it made me soft so it might make u soft. mentions of urinating and thats gROSS so theres that.
Three. That’s your magical number. Three drinks, three minutes, three months. Three drinks in, you found Calum in less than three minutes, and now, your period is three months late.
It’s not like your cycle to be this late; you’re on birth control but when you do have a period, it doesn’t skip without you taking your pill.
You look at the pregnancy test that’s flipped upside down on your counter. In another minute, you can flip it over and see if your thoughts are correct.
Thoughts are racing through your head – you know exactly how this happened yet you couldn’t fathom that you are still in the position so many girls would want to be in right now.
It’s as if the time is ticking slower, it’s the longest minute of your life before the timer goes off.
Beep, beep, beep! The timer goes off and even though you’ve been holding your breath for what seems like forever, you can’t exhale until you look at the test.
Deep breath in. Flip the test over. Exhale when you realise you aren’t pregnant, and your mind is playing tricks on you. Sounds easy enough.
Flip the test over.
Two positive pink lines stare back at you.
Hell no. No way. This is not happening to you.
You hide the tests and race out of the bathroom and head to the kitchen to drink more water. You’d bought multiple boxes of tests, and you’re about to use the remaining two.
You can’t be pregnant. You refuse to believe it until the other tests say so.
As you chug your water, you hear Calum in the other room on the phone with his Mom. How are you going to tell him you’re pregnant while he’s on the phone with his mom? You shake it off and continue chugging water until you have to use the bathroom again.
*
Pulling the tests out of the boxes, you hold one in one hand and one in the other. You’re not sure how you’re going to pee on them at the same time, but you’re going to figure it out, damn it.
You take a deep breath and begin doing your business, and immediately put them upside down on the counter before you set your timer.
Three minutes. That’s all it takes.
In three minutes, you’ll know if not only your life – but Calum’s life – changes forever.
You begin to think about being pregnant for the next six months, and how Calum would be there with you every step of the way. How his friends would be so protective of your little baby and automatically insist on being called the baby’s uncle.
How excited Mali would be, because you two are super close and she’s always saying how she needs a niece or a nephew. How proud and excited Calum’s parents would be – they’d be the proudest grandparents ever and always make excuses to come see you guys, even if it meant leaving work for a few days.
Calum going to the doctor’s appointments, singing to your belly when the baby is restless, always having his hand touching your stomach in some way, and being so in awe that you’re carrying the life you two created together.
You sigh and sit on the counter, looking at the upside down pregnancy tests. If these two say you’re pregnant, you have no choice but to believe it.
Baby names race through your head quickly, but you don’t even have time to think about it before your timer goes off.
Now or never.
You flip the tests over and see the two little pink lines staring back at you for the second time today.
You’re officially pregnant.
You begin to tear up, not sure if they’re happy tears or angry tears; happy because, oh my god, you’re gonna grow a family with Calum! Angry because, oh my god, you’re pregnant at 21 and this wasn’t a part of your plan.
You look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath, collecting your thoughts and gathering the two tests from the counter, and walking towards your shared bedroom.
Calum is laying on his stomach on your bed, facing the window which is opposite your bedroom door.
He’s FaceTiming his mom still, which you don’t want to interrupt but if you don’t tell him now, you know you’re not going to tell him until he asks.
He’s wearing his headphones, and you try to speak up, but you’re so nervous your words are silent.
“Calum,” you call out. He laughs at something his mom says, and you can tell he’s smiling from ear to ear.
“Calum.” You say again, standing in the doorway, pregnancy tests in hand.
“No, Mum, everything’s great. We tour again in the fall and it’s going to be so much fun.”
“Calum!” You try again, speaking a bit louder.
He still doesn’t hear you, and you begin to wonder if your boyfriend is deaf, because you’re speaking as loud as you can and you know he’s heard you before.
Last effort, you chuck the pregnancy tests at him, and they hit him smack dab in the middle of his head.
“Ow, babe! What the hell?!” Calum exclaims, turning to face you.
He looks down and picks up one of the tests that are on the bed, taking a good look at it.
“Wait, what is this?” Calum asks.
You walk closer to him and sit on the bed, grabbing his phone so his Mom can see his reaction.
“It’s a pregnancy test.” You tell him.
“You’re fucking with me,” He says, looking up at you. “You’re not pregnant.”
You shake your head. “I’m definitely pregnant. I took three different tests.”
Calum grabs the phone out of your hands and tells his mom he has to go.
“Oh my god, you’re pregnant?”
“So pregnant.” You respond.
You see tears in his eyes and he pushes you on to the bed and begins kissing your face all over. “Fuck. I’m gonna be a dad.”
Both of you are crying, and Calum is already laying on your belly and kissing it. “You’re gonna be the best mum.”
You run your fingers through Calum’s hair and smile, looking down at the man you love so much. You can’t believe this is your life, and how lucky and amazing, and crazy it is. You’re going to be a mom to your best friends baby, and nothing could top the way you feel right now.
warnings: it’s rated R. there’s smut, murder, and gang violence. but boy is the smut hot. don’t read if you’re under 18. also, i gotta throw in a little lashton love triangle (i’m a lashton slut, SUE ME!), but don’t worry. Baby is pretty vague, i didn’t give her any physical descriptions so i hope that anyone can read her and fit into her character. make sure you look at the playlist, i made it just for this hehe.
ps. the boys names are never mentioned, but here’s a little cheat sheet for you.
Honey: ashton
Blue: luke
Angel: michael
Raven: calum.
ok. i hope you enjoy
The alcohol burns as it hits the back of your throat, but, in a desperate effort to forget anything about the past several years, you demand the bartender for more. Your best friend is a regular at the club, and though you know of the club’s reputation, you don’t care about being here.
All you craved is the feeling of whiskey hitting the back of your throat.
“Baby, it looks like someone is staring at you.” Your best friend, Hannah, says, grabbing your attention by touching your arm, as she approaches you at the bar.
You turn to face the man staring at you; you can barely make out his facial features, but the fact that you could see a tense jaw and curls in the distance, caught your attention.
The man smirks, and approaches you and Hannah.
“Hey,” Hannah leans forward, looking at him. “What can we do for you, handsome?”
“I actually came to talk to your friend, Baby, here.”
You look up and turn around, facing the man that was once across the bar from you.
His features are now easier to see than before; blue eyes, curly blonde hair, a structured jawline, and cologne that smells … rich.
“How do you know my name?” You ask, looking up at the man.
“Everyone knows who you are, Baby. You’re Donnie’s daughter.”
You tense up as the handsome man mentions your father’s name. You haven’t heard that name in years, not after the incident happened three years ago.
“And what do you want with me?” You ask, crossing her arms beneath her chest.
“Dance with me.” The handsome man smirks. “That is, if your friend doesn’t mind.”
Hannah motions for you to follow the man onto the dance floor.
You can already tell this man is part of a gang, but you can’t tell which gang he’s a part of. He wouldn’t have known of your father if he wasn’t a part of a gang.
“You seem lost in thought.” The man states.
“I’m just trying to figure out how you know my name, but you haven’t properly introduced yourself to me.” You state.
“They call me Blue.” He states, smirking down at you.
“Because of your eyes?” You ask him, making eye contact. His eyes are a crystal blue, unlike any you’ve seen before.
“Sort of. But also, because I leave people black and blue if they cross me.”
“Ah.” Is all you say in response, letting Blue know that you’re not really interested in small talk.
“Do you think your friend will notice if you’re missing for a few minutes?” Blue asks you.
He pulls away from your ear and you nod, agreeing to go along with him.
Blue takes your hand and pulls you along, squeezing you tight so you don’t get pulled away from him, in the crowd of people.
Soon, Blue takes you to the VIP lounge, and when the security lets you in, he winks at you before he shuts the door behind you and Blue.
“Took you long enough,” the man with beautiful skin and a head full of raven curls smirks. “We were worried about you, Blue.”
“I had to dance with Baby, I couldn’t help myself.” Blue responds, pulling his hand away from yours in an attempt to show you off. “Just look at her.”
Raven curls looks you up and down – Hannah forced you to wear one of her low-cut and revealing dresses, making you seem bustier than you really are.
“Damn. I didn’t think Donnie would make such a hot daughter.” Raven curls says.
“Enough, Raven.” Blue barks, glaring at his friend. “Where’s Honey, anyway?”
“Look, if I’m going to be here, I need to know why.” You pipe up. “I’ll have you know I’m from one of New York’s most notorious crime families.”
“Sweetheart, keep your mouth shut, you’re going to regret it.” Raven fires back.
“Don’t tell me what to do!” You shout, getting ready to swing on him.
You may not talk to your father anymore, but one thing is for sure, he taught you how to kill a man with your bare hands, in case the need ever arose.
“Oh, is Baby getting angry?” Raven chuckles.
“Shut the fuck up.” A voice booms.
You turn around to face the voice; in the heat of the moment, you hadn’t heard the doors open and shut.
“Honey, hey.” Raven says, his voice getting quiet. “I was just teasing her, I didn’t mean any harm.”
“I’m so tired of your shit, Raven.” The new man, Honey, sighs. “Don’t make me punch you.”
Blue stifles a laugh and steps away from you as Honey inches towards you.
Honey’s hair, like Blue’s, is long and curly, but unlike Blue’s, it’s combed back, except for one single curl that falls in front of his eye.
“I take it you’re Honey.” You smirk as Honey is a mere three or so inches from you. “What do you want from me?”
“I have some serious… intel, that you may want on your father.” Honey says, getting closer to you. “But, as you know, being from a crime family, nothing comes for free.”
Honey is now almost pressed flush against you, and your heart is beating faster than you’ve ever felt before.
You look at his face – you can tell a lot about a person by the way they look at you.
For example: Honey is looking down at you, but he isn’t trying to be intimidating. He’s making eye contact, and his eyes are hazel, a melting pot of brown and yellow and green. His breathing is steady and there is a tiny smirk tugging on either side of his lips, but you wouldn’t notice it if you weren’t standing right in front of him.
“Hey uh, Honey, we got to go. Angel needs back up.” You barely hear Blue speaking because you can’t stop staring at Honey.
“Yeah, yeah, see you later.” Honey dismisses Blue and Raven, leaving the two of you alone in the VIP lounge.
You two are silent for a few more moments before you scan Honey’s face for some kind of way to react to what’s happening.
Before you can react, Honey pulls you close to him, pressing your bodies together.
“If I didn’t know any better,” You begin, looking down at his lips, and then back up to make eye contact with him, “I’d say you want to dance with me.”
“You’re a dancer?” Honey asks, raising an eyebrow.
“You know, for someone who claims to know a bunch about my father, you’d think you would’ve done a little bit of research on his daughter before getting involved with her.” You chuckle, walking towards the doors of the lounge.
You let Honey lead you towards the dance floor, his grip on you tighter than Blue’s, but as soon as you two step on to the dance floor, it’s the chemistry is instant between you two.
You pull Honey close to you, grinding up against him. His hands place themselves on your ass as the two of you move in sync with the song.
Honey pulls you in for a quick kiss before you turn around and begin rubbing your ass against him, causing him to pull you closer and closer to him.
The song ends and you come back up, and he speaks into your ear five words you desperately wanted to hear.
“Let’s get out of here.”
You follow Honey out of the club and out to a limo that’s waiting for you.
“Penthouse, please.” Honey commands, and the presses the button so the partition rises between you two and the driver.
“How much time do we have?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow.
“Thirty minutes.”
“I can work with that.”
Without missing a beat, you climb on top of Honey and begin grinding on him as a Lana Del Rey song plays softly in the background.
Honey kisses you on the lips, then moves his mouth and attaches it to your neck, sucking softly at your sweet spot.
You try your hardest to suppress your moans, but Honey just knew how to make you weak.
You manage to get Honey’s pants and underwear around his ankles, his erection prominent as you take it into your hands, and wrap your mouth around the tip, licking and sucking, and working your hands around the length that wasn’t in your mouth.
“Fuck, Baby.” Honey moans, leaning his head back as you work your mouth on him.
Honey’s hands entangle themselves in your hair, and he pulls and pushes you up and down his member, but you’re taking it like a pro.
After all, they don’t call you Baby for any old reason.
“Fuck, Baby. Oh, my God, Baby. M’gonna cum.” Honey moans, his grip tightening on your hair as he releases in your mouth.
After you pull away from him, Honey pulls you back up to him and he kisses you, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip, and then pulling it between his teeth gently, making you moan slightly.
You find yourself being pushed down ever so slightly, until you find that your back is against the seat and that Honey is holding himself above you, doing his very best not to grind into you.
“You realise this is a two-way street, right?” You mention, looking at the boy with honey eyes.
“Who said I was going to fuck you in my limo?” Honey peels himself away from you and begins pulling up his underwear and his trousers. “That’s what the penthouse is for, sweetheart.”
You nod as the limo stops, and a few moments after, Honey opens the door and offers you a hand to help you out.
“Thanks, Alfred.” Honey states, handing the driver, Alfred, a crisp Benjamin, and then the limo drives away.
Honey then grabs your hand and leads you through the entrance of the building. You’d seen it before, back when your father would bring you to the uptown office with him.
The two of you step into an elevator, and as soon as the doors close, Honey has a hard time keeping his hands off of you.
“Ah, ah, ah. Not until we’re inside your penthouse, sir.” You remind him, giving him an innocent smile.
“Oh, Baby, you’re going to regret saying that.” He growls, his voice low and deep, making your heart skip a beat as Honey makes his way towards you.
The elevator doors open into a suite and instantly Honey drags you out and carries you over his shoulder, smacking your ass as hard as he can, causing you to let out a whimper.
Honey sets you down and you turn around, staring out of a beautiful window that overlooks the city of Manhattan.
“It’s beautiful,” You say, walking towards the window, resting your fingers on the glass.
“You know what would make the view even better?” Honey asks, raising an eyebrow. A mischievous grin appears on his face.
“What’s that?”
Honey gets closer to you, enveloping you from behind, attaching his lips to your neck once more. He kisses up your neck and to your ear before whispering, “Take off your clothes and lean up against the window. Now.”
You don’t hesitate to take off your dress and panties, flinging them across the room. You press your body against the window, sticking your ass out so it’s easier for Honey to access.
Honey grabs your bum and squeezes it in his hands, before bringing his hand down on hard on your left side. You moan, it hurt but you were too turned on to care, and stick your ass out further.
“Baby, Baby, Baby, I see you’re getting desperate for my cock?” Honey chuckles, shaking his head.
“Please, Honey, I need you.” You beg, turning so your check is on the glass. “I need you, Daddy.”
“That’s what I needed to hear.” Honey says before inserting himself into you, and pushing you against the glass.
With the amount of force that Honey has against you at this moment, you’re sure the glass is going to shatter at least a tiny bit, but so far, so good.
Honey’s hands roam your body as he fucks you; one hand on your hip to keep you steady, and the other one moving from your stomach to your clit, where he begins rubbing.
You begin to moan and try to push off the glass because of the overstimulation, but it just felt so good, that you give up almost as soon as you start.
“Fuck, Honey, I’m gonna cum.”
“That’s it, Baby, cum for Daddy.”
Hearing Honey command you to cum was enough to send you over the edge, and you let out a moan you’ve been suppressing for what feels hours.
Honey pulls you away from the window and turns you to face him, and he kisses you.
“It’s Ashton, by the way.” Honey states.
“Huh?” You say, raising an eyebrow at the man who’d just given you the best orgasm of your life.
“My real name. It’s Ashton.”
“Huh. I never pegged you for an Ashton.” You smirk. “I think I’m just gonna call you Honey.”
* * * *
“So, wait,” Hannah says, sitting on the couch in the apartment the two of you share. “Ashton… Honey… has information on your father?”
“I call him Honey, but yeah, he’s coming by tonight to pick me up.” You tell her.
“Baby, I don’t think this is a good idea. He’s a gang member for crying out loud.” Hannah admits.
“So am I, by birth, technically.” You admit, looking at your best friend. “Plus, if it’s going to help me blackmail the man who kicked me out of his home for something I didn’t even do, then so be it.”
“I don’t know, Baby. Something shady is going on here.”
“No, Hannah, you only think that way because you were never part of the organized crime life.” You tell her, flashing her a glare.
It’s true, while Hannah’s family and your family we’re one of the few allies in the organized crime life, Hannah’s father never wanted her to be a part of it, unlike your father, who taught you everything you know about getting what you want from people.
There’s a knock on your door, and you notice Honey standing there with a smile on his face.
“Baby. Hannah.”
“Monkey.” Hannah mumbles under her breath.
“What did you say?” Honey asks, his tone firm.
“I said your name. Honey.” Hannah retorts, plastering a fake smile along her lips.
“Hannah, I’m probably going to crash at Honey’s tonight, okay, so don’t stay up too late.”
“No promises.” Hannah responds before you leave with Honey in tow.
As soon as you get to the street, Honey leads you to his car – a 1969 red Mustang, with the top missing, because the weather is nice.
The sun is just beginning to set, and Honey opens the door for you to take a seat. He then walks around to the driver’s side and opens the door, taking a seat and starting the car.
“Blue called and told me more information, so we’re going to meet him upstate at the safe house.” Honey tells you as he pulls into the main road and begins driving the two of you upstate.
“Hey,” Honey says, walking into the safe house.
It’s much nicer than any of your family’s safe houses, which leads you to wonder just what gang these guys are working with.
“Honey, there you are.” Blue calls, approaching his boss.
“What’s the deal, Blue? Why did we have to drive all the way upstate?”
“Because, Angel found some really interesting stuff on the stake out. Follow me.”
You and Honey follow Blue, into a different room downstairs.
Security monitors lines a wall, you can see every angle of the property on this wall. Weapons line another wall; guns, machetes, knives… all lined up behind a glass casing.
You spot an unfamiliar man sitting in front of three computer screens, and instantly you recognize the building on the monitors.
“That’s my dad’s upstate office.” Your voice breaks the silence.
“Baby, shush.” Blue says, covering your mouth.
“What’s going on? Why are you staking out my father?” You ask, looking at Honey and Blue and who you can only assume is Angel.
“Baby, look at me.” Honey says, his voice is soothing. “Your father is in danger. We’re a part of the gang, initiated in 2016.”
“After the incident.” You mumble.
“Baby, you need to calm down. Your father is in danger. He’s been taken hostage for weeks by a rival gang. They want you.” Honey tells you.
“Why do they want me?” You ask, looking around the room.
The boy from the other night, Raven, appears.
“Because you’re hot as shit, dude.” Raven says, sitting down next to Angel.
“Raven, would it kill you to be a decent human being for a split second?” Honey says, getting agitated with his friend.
“It’s the truth.” Raven shrugs.
“Okay, but there’s got to be another reason.” You mutter, trying to read Honey’s face, to see if he’s hiding something.
“You’re Donnie’s weakness. Despite whatever happened, you are his baby. They’re trying to get him to confess to your whereabouts, or they’ll kill him.” Honey admits.
Your heart stops for a split second and you need to catch your breath.
“But why do they want me?” You ask, looking around at the four boys surrounding you. “I’ve got plenty of sisters, my father’s really good at making girls, you know.”
“Because, Baby, you’re his favorite.”
You shudder at those words, hearing someone say you’re your father's’ favorite. It brings back haunting memories.
“So. What do we got to do to bring these sons of bitches down?”
“Honestly, can we just kill them? Isn’t it Sonny’s gang?” Raven pipes.
“Wait a minute, did you just say the name Sonny?”
“You know Sonny?” Honey asks.
“Yeah, that’s Hannah’s father, my dad’s best friend.”
“Oh, so this is personal…” Blue mumbles.
“Yeah, it’s been personal for a while.” You retort. You take a few minutes to calm down, trying to remove the past from your present thoughts. “So, when are we taking them down?”
“In a few days. We’d recommend you staying away from Hannah. She’s not as innocent as she seems.” Angel finally speaks, making direct eye contact with you.
His voice takes you by shock, you weren’t expecting him to sound anything like he does.
Angel’s voice is deep, but not too deep, and now that he’s turning to face you, you can get a better look at him.
He’s wearing a beanie over his blonde hair, his eyes, like Blue’s, are dazzling with blue and tiny flecks of green, and his smile is sparkling.
“You look nothing like I thought you would,” You mumble under your breath.
“I could say the same to you. Donnie talked about you constantly in the highest esteem. I thought you’d’ve been at least a little more reserved.”
“I’m a crime bosses’ daughter. Reserved isn’t even in my vocabulary.” You retort, smirking at the Angel across from you.
“She’s a keeper, Honey. I think we should bring her back. We could use her.” Angel smiles at his boss, and Honey looks at you, scanning your face for a brief moment, but doesn’t say anything.
“I think we should take down Sonny and his men as soon as possible. When were you planning to do it?”
“Tuesday.” Angel, Blue, and Raven say in unison.
“Tuesday?!” You raise an eyebrow. “Tuesday is when Sonny’s gang is going to expect it the most. You’ve got to strike on a Thursday.”
The four men surrounding you look at one another, and you grab Honey’s hand to hold for support.
“Baby’s right. Sonny and his men are always doing shit on Tuesday, and that’s when they’re most likely to be on edge.” Honey pipes up, looking at the men around him. “We’ve got to be diligent, and we can’t let anyone know that we’re doing this.”
“I don’t know, Honey. It seems kind of risky.” Blue retorts.
“Send me in.” You blurt out. “They won’t think anything of it. I’ll say I’m getting some files for my mom. I’m not in total exile.”
“Baby, don’t you think…” Blue steps forward, shaking his head. “Isn’t it going to be obvious if you’re showing up at the upstate office? Your father exiled you.”
“Not completely.” You remind Blue, your stance changing as you speak. “My father stated he never wanted to see me again until I was ready to prove myself. If you ask me, this is a pretty good way to prove myself.”
“Baby…” Honey whispers, low enough for only you to hear.
“Stop treating me like a child!” You yell, yanking your hand away from Honey’s, and taking a few steps away from him. “I know how Sonny and his men work. I know the ins and outs of my father’s property. Your best bet at saving him is me. I’m not letting you go without me.”
You look at the four men, and then walk over to the monitor, where your father’s upstate office is.
You notice something odd about the door, it’s covered, and your dad never covers the door, so there’s something else going on here, you just don’t know what.
“We go Thursday.” You state. “I need to go to my Dad’s property out west, and I need to get my weapons. Do you have a preference of which weapon you want?”
Honey can’t help it, you talking crime matters just made him need to kiss you.
“A handgun. For each of us. And a knife for Raven.” Honey says against your lips.
“Okay. We go Thursday morning.”
* * * *
Thursday morning rolls around, and you’re woken up by Honey kissing your face.
This isn’t unusual; it’s been like this the last three mornings, but today… something was different.
You check the time on the alarm clock, it’s only 4 A.M., which gives you about 45 minutes before you need to begin the drive to your father’s property.
“Race you to the shower, I’ll let you wash me.” You smirk, looking at Honey’s features in the dim lighting from his closet.
The two of you hop out of bed and race to Honey’s bathroom, stripping your clothes off one by one, as Honey turns on the water.
After stepping into the shower, he begins lathering you up with soap as you kiss him fervently, the two of you not knowing what the rest of the day holds.
After he washes your hair, he holds you close for a few moments before turning off the water, and then the two of you step out and wrap yourselves in a towel.
Ten minutes later, the two of you are greeted by Angel, Blue, and Raven who are downstairs trying to devise a back-up plan, in case the original doesn’t work out.
“Honey. Baby.” Blue smirks when he says your name.
“Hey, Blue.” You fire back, making eye contact with the blonde boy.
Over the past several days, you’d gotten pretty close with boys who stand around you.
You and Raven had bonded over your shared love of animal conservation. You and Angel had bonded over your mutual love of family and Disney movies, though you kept that last part a secret between you two. And with Blue, you’d bonded over your shared love of music, writing, and movies.
Although you and Honey had a thing going on, that hadn’t stopped you from also sleeping with Blue just the one time, while Pulp Fiction was playing in the background.
“How did you sleep?” Blue asks the two of you, and you look at Honey, waiting to respond.
“Great, actually. We’re going to save Donnie.” Honey states, squeezing your hand for reassurance.
You can tell he’s nervous by the sweat in his palm, but you brush it off.
This is nerve wracking; one of your friends might die to night, all because your father needs to be saved.
“We’ve got the car loaded. Is everyone ready?” Angel asks, looking around the room at everyone.
Angel stops to look at you, and he notices that you’re nervous. He takes your hands in his and pulls you into a hug.
You inhale, taking in the scent of Angel’s cologne; it calms you almost – he smells familiar and he almost feels like home.
A few moments later, after you pull away from Angel, you and the guy’s head to the car and begin the journey to your father’s office.
* * * *
Once you, Honey, Angel, Blue, and Raven arrive at the office, you notice the sudden change in the air.
The once inviting area you used to play around in as a child is no longer carefree. The air seems violent; the wind picks up and you notice a single crow flying over the building, landing into the trees to your left.
“Something isn’t right.” You mumble, sticking your hands out to your sides so the boys don’t walk past you. “Stay here.”
“Baby, I don’t think–” Honey begins, but once you turn to look at him he shuts up.
“I know this area like the back of my hand. Let me scout the area to see what we’re working with. My father is in danger.” You tell him.
Everyone can see the expression on your face, and you wait only a few moments before making sure the gun in your waistband and the knife in your boot are accessible, before you walk away, towards your father's’ office.
Hiding behind trees and ducking under cars, you’re careful not to get caught. If any of Sonny’s men saw you here, they’d take you hostage, and shoot your father right in front of you. That’s the last thing that needs to happen.
You steady your breathing, a trick your father taught you, as you hear men approaching one of the vehicles on the east side of the building.
“No, I’m about to go get Hannah.” One man says.
“Hannah’s coming? I thought Sonny said she wasn’t allowed on the premises.” Another man responds.
“I guess Hannah’s the only one who knows about Baby’s whereabouts. Sonny doesn’t care what he has to do to get back to Baby.” The first man says, stepping towards one of the nicer cars.
“Ah, ah, ah, where do you think you’re going?” A different voice says, a voice you could recognize anywhere. A voice that you have nightmares about.
“Oh, Mr. Sonny. I was just going to take the Tesla to go pick up Hannah. Your daughter only deserves the best.” The first man, the driver says.
You roll your eyes at his pathetic excuse. Sonny is a smart man, as much as you hate him, you’ve got to at least admit that.
“Fine. But you’re only going to pick my daughter up and bring her back in the car. Is that final?” Sonny’s voice booms, his New York accent prominent.
The man drives away and Sonny walks back into your father's’ office, and you’ve only got about five minutes to race to the back door and get into the building without Sonny seeing you.
You look back at the boys behind you, a motion for them to steadily get behind you so the five of you can get into the office at once.
Once the boys get to you, you look at each of them before letting them know of the plan once more.
“Remember, the main thing is to keep my dad alive. I just heard from the guy in the Tesla that they’re bringing Hannah up. It doesn’t sound good.” You whisper.
“Do you think Hannah has any involvement?” Raven asks you.
“Absolutely not. Hannah hasn’t spoken to Sonny since the incident. She doesn’t trust her father.” You remark, looking over at the men. “I genuinely think Hannah is about to be put in danger if we don’t stop her father before she gets here.”
The boys look at you and give you a sympathetic look, before their expressions harden and they nod in agreement.
“Just tell us when to go.” Honey says.
You make eye contact with Honey for the first time in what feels like forever. You’ve never seen him look so…sad, in the few days you’ve spent with him.
“On my mark.” You respond, crouching down to get a good angle of the door.
You grab the knife from your boot as you walk towards the building, jimmying the lock, so you and the boys can get in. After a minute or so, you’re able to unlock the door and let the boys and yourself inside, but the five of you are careful to be as silent as possible to not distract anyone from what they’re doing.
“Blue and I will crawl in the vent spaces. Raven and Angel, I need to you to check the perimeter for my dad, and any of Sonny’s men. Go to the security room – trust me, you’ll know it, and check surveillance. The password spells out B-A-B-Y.”
Raven and Angel nod and then head to the security room.
“And Honey.” You say, looking at him. You give him a passionate kiss before finishing your sentence. “I need you to kill anyone who isn’t Hannah, Sonny, or my dad. Can you do that for me?”
“Anything for you, Baby.” He kisses you one last time before you grab Blue and begin your ascent into the vent system.
The two of you are very quiet, but your phone is on vibrate, in case Angel and Raven gave intel that they can give you.
You turn around to look at Blue after you’ve been crawling for a bit. “You still got those throwing stars, Blue?”
“Always, Baby.” Blue hands you his throwing stars, and you carefully remove the vent grate before throwing two of them at Sonny’s guards, blocking the entrance to your father's’ office.
You place the grate back down and continue to crawl. You and Blue are silent until you can hear your father’s desperate pleas for help coming from the presentation room.
The two of you crawl as fast as you can towards your father’s voice.
When you get there, you look through the grate to gauge your perimeter.
Sonny stands in one corner near the door, and your father his sitting next to the big table, tied up in a chair, staring at Sonny.
“You’ll never have my daughter. Baby is too good for you.” Your dad seethes, causing Sonny to chuckle.
“Trust me, I can have her anyway I want, Don. You forget to realize that Baby and I have a history.” The smirk on Sonny’s face makes you want to puke, but you stay put, staying as quiet as possible.
“Baby would never associate with a pig like you.” Your father states.
Sonny has a vile smirk resting on his face as he looks at your father, but turns around as soon has his phone begins to ring. “This is Sonny,” He pauses. “Okay, I’m coming.”
Sonny then walks out of the room, and you and Blue immediately move the grate and climb down into the room.
“Daddy!” You cry, looking at your father.
“Baby.” Your father croaks, smiling at you appreciatively.
“Don’t worry, Blue and I are going to get you out of here.” You assure your father as you take the knife out of your boots.
You begin to cut the ropes that bind your father to the chair, and when you hear footsteps approaching the door, you and Blue take cover behind the presentation desk.
It’s a tight squeeze, so you’re forced to lay on top of Blue. You rest your head on Blue’s chest, hearing his heartbeat faster as the door opens.
“If you’re not going to tell me where Baby is, I’m sure Hannah would love to do the offers.” Sonny says, and then you hear the door open once more.
You hear Hannah’s footsteps; they’re frantic and they’re quick and you can tell she’s scared.
“Dad, please don’t do this.” Hannah cries, before Sonny pushes her over into the chair in the corner.
You cover your mouth and try not to make a sound as you listen to your surroundings. You bury yourself into Blue’s chest to calm you down and to steady your breathing.
“Hannah, where the fuck is Baby?” Sonny says. “I promise, I’m not going to hurt you or Donnie here if you cooperate.”
“Why do you want Baby in the first place?” Hannah asks, you can tell she’s angry.
“That’s for me to know.” Sonny chuckles. “I don’t think your dear Uncle Donnie here would like to know what his baby girl is capable of.”
You hear someone’s feet shuffle as they move, and they stop a few moments later.
“I’m not going to ask again since you were the last one to see Baby. Where is she?” Sonny’s voice is laced with malice and you want nothing more than to storm up and stab him right in the neck.
“I don’t know!” Hannah cries. “The last I saw her, she went off with some guy, okay?”
Blue’s eyes go wide and you hope to the universe that Hannah doesn’t give away any names.
“What guy?” Sonny asks his daughter.
“I don’t know. They met at a bar and she’s only come home once since then. Seems like a nice guy.” Hannah says, her voice shaky.
“Hannah, I know you’re lying. One more lie and Don gets a stab to the leg.” Sonny says.
Blue looks at you like he’s telling you to move, but you know it’s not your time yet. You need to stay quiet for Hannah and your father's’ sake.
“I said, I don’t know.” Hannah says. You can tell she’s speaking through gritted teeth.
No more than five seconds later you hear your father yell out in pain.
You don’t move just yet, and Blue looks at you like you’re crazy, but ultimately, he trusts you. You know Hannah and your father better than anyone else.
“Are you sure you don’t know, Doll? I really don’t want to stab him again.” You hear Sonny say, but you know he’s eager to hurt your father.
“Dad, please! I don’t know anything about Baby’s whereabouts.” Hannah cries out.
“Oh, Hannah, I wish you wouldn’t have said that.” Sonny says, and a few seconds later you hear your dad yell out in pain again. “Now, I’m going to ask again. Hannah, where’s Baby?”
“I. Don’t. Know!” Hannah yells. You hear Sonny’s footsteps move a few inches over, and then you hear Hannah yell in pain.
That’s when you get out from the table and hold your hands up in a surrender.
“My sweet, sadistic, Baby.” Sonny chuckles like a villain from a horror film. “Come here, sweetheart.” He begins walking towards you, and Blue quickly stands up and gets in front of you.
“You killed Lily.” You state, causing your father to look at you. “You killed Lily and that’s why you want me.”
“What the fuck is she talking about, Sonny!” Donnie screams, looking at the man he once called his best friend.
“Daddy, I’m so sorry.” You cry, looking over at your father, before turning to look back at Sonny. “You killed my sister and left her for dead. You didn’t even let us say goodbye, all because you wanted pussy.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Baby. You’ve got it all wrong. You killed your sister, not me.” Sonny says, trying to deescalate the situation. “You shot the gun, not me.”
“No. I didn’t. You shot the gun because she came to find me. You grabbed your gun because you didn’t want anyone to know you were using me. I was seventeen, Sonny! You killed my baby sister because you didn’t want her to know that you were assaulting me!” You scream.
Never in your life have you been so angry. A million emotions are coursing through your head at once; anger, betrayal, defeat, hopelessness, and vengefulness all sitting at the front of your head.
Your father, in the heat of the moment, gets up from his chair and starts beating Sonny to the ground. Blue helps him beat Sonny up, putting his nickname to good use, as you help Hannah walk out to the front of the room.
Angel and Raven immediately run up to you and Hannah, and Raven takes her in his arms so she can get her wound stitched up.
Angel kisses your cheek as the two of you walk back into the room where your father, Blue, and Sonny are, and you notice Blue has rightfully earned his nickname.
Honey rushes in and looks at you, seeing that your pants are stained with Hanna's blood.
“Baby, are you okay?” Honey asks you.
You nod your head to let him know you’re okay, you can’t bother to speak after everything that’s just happened.
Your father looks at the boys. “Someone take me to the hospital. I want him dead when he wakes up.”
Angel carries your father to the car and drives him off to the hospital to get stitched up.
“Why does your father want him dead?” Honey asks.
“Because Honey, he raped Baby and killed her sister.” Blue states.
“I want to be the one to shoot him.” You mumble. Your voice is barely audible, but you know they heard you. “I want to look him dead in the eyes and kill him, just like he killed my sister.”
“Baby, are you sure you’re the best person for this?” Blue asks you.
“I know I’m the best person for this.”
“What about Hannah?” Blue responds, his eyes wide.
“She’ll understand. She’s part of a crime family. This is just a normal Thursday.” You tell the boys.
They help you move Sonny’s body into the chair and then they wheel it outside. Honey and Blue then get started gathering the bodies of Sonny’s men and gathering them all in a pile in the middle of the property.
Sonny stirs himself awake, and you look at him.
He smirks. “I could get used to waking up next to you every morning, Baby.”
You chuckle. “I’d rather die. Oh wait, I don’t have to.”
You pull the gun from your waistband and the knife from your boot, holding one in each hand.
“Now, Sonny. I know you didn’t give Lily a chance to choose how she dies, but since I’m much nicer, I’m going to give you the option. Knife or gun?” You smile, tossing the knife up in the air and catching it in your hands.
“You’re not going to kill me, Baby. You belong to me. I took your innocence away.” Sonny smirks.
“Knife, or gun?” You say again.
“Gun. It’s quick and it’s easy.” Sonny says, giving up. It’s like he already knows that he has no other option.
You walk behind Sonny and tuck the gun back into your waistband.
You bend down so only he can hear your whispers. “I always hated the gun. It’s…quick and easy.”
You stand up straight and hold the knife in your dominant hand, and slice Sonny’s throat quickly and evenly, letting all the blood drain out from his body as you walk back over to your friends who are standing by the dead guys.
“Baby… That was badass.” Blue says, pulling you into a hug.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” You mutter. You run over to Honey and embrace him in a hug.
“Are you okay?” He asks, kissing your forehead.
“I will be. Can you hold me for a minute?” You ask, wrapping your arms tighter around Honey’s waist.
Honey pulls you as close to him as physically possible, and he kisses your head gently, trying to soothe you from everything that had just happened.
After a few moments, you make Blue go handle Sonny’s dead body and tossing it into the body pile before he and Honey set them ablaze and the three of you drive away.
* * * *
You arrive at the hospital in fresh clothes a few hours later, searching for your father and your best friend.
You grab Honey’s hand in anticipation from seeing your family. He squeezes it three times, and you squeeze it three times back, before entering the room that your father and Hannah share.
Instantly, Hannah squeals your name in excitement, so glad to see you alive after everything that's happened.
“Baby! I’m so glad you’re okay.” Hannah exhales into your neck as you two hug each other tightly.
“I’m so glad you’re okay. You’re a badass, Han.” You chuckle, teasing your best friend. “Do you want to get into the crime life now?”
“Definitely not, but eventually. Your dad said he’d initiate me in as his daughter.” Hannah smiles, looking at you.
You make an audible squeak as Hannah kisses your cheek.
“I’m so glad you’re alive Hannah. I really can’t thank you for protecting me in front of your dad.”
“It’s the least I could do. I knew he was involved with Lily’s death somehow. I just didn’t know he was the one who murdered her.” Hannah whispers, looking between you and your dad. “Go talk to him, though. I’m sure he wants answers.”
You take a few steps towards your dad and sit at the edge of his bed.
“Hey Pops.” You smile at him, and he pulls you down and kisses your forehead.
“Baby. I knew you were my favorite for a reason.” Your father smirks.
“Please, Pop. You just say that to flatter me.” You smile.
“Baby, do you know why you’re my favorite?” You dad asks. It’s hard to make eye contact with him from the bruises surrounding his eyes, but you try your best. “Because you never back down from a challenge. When you run away, you come back ten times stronger. That’s how I raised you.”
“But you also raised me to protect my family. I let Lily die, Dad. I knew she was coming and I still couldn’t stop it.” You cry.
“I don’t blame you for her death one bit, Baby. You are not guilty in Lily’s death. That’s all Sonny.” Your dad says. He pulls you down towards him and he holds you right there, comforting you.
It’s something you both desperately needed; you’d always been Daddy’s Little Girl and you just shut each other out after Lily’s death, that you didn’t even realise how much you missed him.
You and your Dad stay like that for awhile, until he notices Honey and Blue standing there with Angel and Raven.
“You four… Thank you for keeping my Baby safe. I trust she’s in good hands when she’s around you.”
“Sir, we would never imagine hurting Baby. She means so much to us.” Honey says.
“I believe you. Now. Get out of here. Let me and Hannah rest.” Your dad commands.
You begin to leave the room with Angel, Raven, and Blue before your dad calls Honey back.
You wait outside the room with the three boys before Honey returns with a smirk on his face.
“Baby, ride with me.” Honey says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
You’re taken into the parking garage and the red mustang from the other day is in your view.
Honey opens the door for you and makes sure you’re inside before closing it and walking to the other side to hop in himself.
His hand grabs the back of your neck and he kisses you passionately as he starts the ignition.
“I’m taking you out.” Honey tells you.
“Oh yeah?” You smirk, looking at the handsome man next to you. “Take me to paradise, Honey.”
* * * *
A few hours later, around dusk, you and Honey arrive at a secluded cabin somewhere in Pennsylvania. Although Honey swears that it’s your father’s property, you were sure your father would’ve told you about the property in the future.
Honey then takes your bags out of the car and brings them inside, and places them down in the bedroom.
“Honey?” You say, looking at him.
“Yeah, Baby?”
“Come kiss me.” You tell him, playing with the hem of your shirt.
Honey doesn’t hesitate to kiss you, grabbing at you quickly and walking the two of you towards the bed.
He leans you back and begins kissing all over your face; your cheeks, your nose, your lips and forehead, before you push him off because you’re laughing too much.
“I love you, Baby.”
You grab him by the collar of his shirt. “I love you too, Honey.”
prompt night!!! if you’d like to request a prompt, look at this list, tell me which number and boy, and i’ll do my best to write it :)
2. “you know i have feelings for you”
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moving to LA wasn’t an easy feat for you. it took a lot of balls to ignore what everyone else was saying in order to pack up your bags and head west. but LA was where everything was falling into place for you.
your best friends had become family and you wouldn’t have it any other way. one friend in particular though, Luke, was different.
there was something about his ocean blue eyes and his curly mane that just attracted you from the start. his personality was one you meshed well with; the two of you were peas in a pod, never seen without the other. if people didn’t know the two of you, they’d say you were dating.
your feelings for Luke grew rapidly; the constant sleep overs, the coffee dates, the FaceTime calls while you’re away, and the monthly movie nights the two of you add all contributed to the way you were feeling about Luke.
it was just the two of you and his dog, petunia, when you’d confessed your feelings for him. you couldn’t keep them hidden any longer, not after the way his exes kept treating him. you couldn’t watch him fall for another toxic person. not again.
laying on the couch in Luke’s living room, legs tangled together and your head on his chest, you look up at him. he’s watching the movie on the screen - The Bee Movie, and you take in how beautiful he looks at this very moment.
“Lu,” you say, breaking the silence between you two.
“yes?” Luke responds, looking down at you.
his eyes meet yours and it’s like the world doesn’t exist around you.
“i’ve got something i need to get off my chest.” you tell him. “i’m not sure how you’re going to react though.”
“you can tell me anything, you’re my best friend.” Luke assures you, kissing your forehead.
you sigh and squeeze your eyes shut before saying what you need to say.
“i have feelings for you.” you say, hoping he doesn’t react badly.
“no shit.” Luke chuckles. “i can read you like a book. but it’s okay. i have feelings for you too.”
“you do?” you ask, opening your eyes and looking at him.
“obviously. i wouldn’t be the big spoon for anyone else.” Luke giggles, kissing your forehead again.
“glad that’s off my chest.” you say.
“i’m glad too. now i can do this.” he says, and presses a kiss to your lips.
