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Q & A

If anyone has any questions for me (personal or about my writing) drop them in my submissions box and I can answer some of them while I work on some more of these requests ❤️

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I live for responses like that first one lol. I love you guys. Thanks so much for reading the things I write and for interacting with me.

So without further ado... here is part two xx

Read Part One Here

Part Two

A week has passed since you and Luke broke up and you still feel like absolute shit. You can’t go more than half an hour without thinking about him and sending yourself into a spiral of sobs. You moved back to your own apartment which you thankfully hadn’t gotten rid of when you and Luke unofficially moved in together, but it feels really empty. Most of your things are at Luke’s place, but you can’t bring yourself to go over there and get any of it because you’re afraid he might be there. You’re not ready to face him.

He’s called a few times since you left, but he never leaves any voicemails. He’s texted, but you haven’t read any them. You just want to move on with your life, and he’s making it harder than it should be.

A few of your friends have come by to check up on you, and each time they’ve told you that you’re better off without him, but you’re not sure that’s true. Even if he forgot birthdays and stood you up every now and again, Luke brought a sense of happiness into your life that you’d never had before. It was like you’d been living in black and white, and Luke brought the color. Now that you’ve experienced what it’s like to have him, going back to your old way of life makes you feel empty.

You flip on your tv, hoping that the sound might distract you from thinking about you-know-who for a few minutes. Some celebrity news show is on, and of course their trending topic is 5 Seconds of Summer. You groan and almost change the channel until you read the headline flashing at the bottom of the screen.

‘5 Seconds of Summer frontman, Luke Hemmings, doesn’t show for Today Show performance leaving fans and bandmates stunned and outraged’

They flash to a clip of Michael, Calum, and Ashton standing on a stage with identical looks of confusion as they try to explain what’s going on. The reporters ask them where Luke is, and after several seconds of awkward silence, Calum finally says that he wasn’t feeling well. It’s obvious he’s lying, and they clearly have no idea where he is.

You start to worry even though you know you shouldn’t. Where is he? He would never skip a 5SOS performance, especially a really important one like this. Rationally, you know that there’s really nothing you can do. You’re in California and the Today Show is filmed in New York City. Even if you wanted to try and look for him, you’d have to catch a flight first. 

You pick up your phone and call Calum, hoping that by now they will have found Luke and reamed him for not showing up. After all, the Today Show aired several hours ago, so surely they’ve found him by now.

“(Y/N)!” Calum answers, sounding exasperated. “I was just about to call you. Have you heard from Luke?”

“No,” you answer, becoming worried again. “Is he not with you guys? I saw the news just now. Why didn’t he show up to the concert?” “We have no fucking clue!” Michael yells from somewhere close to Calum. “We left him in his hotel room last night cause he wanted some time alone, and this morning, he wasn’t there. We looked everywhere until it was time to go and we figured maybe he’d show up at the studio, but he never did. I swear I’m gonna kick his ass for making us worry like this.”

“How do you lose a full-grown man?” You ask, standing up from the couch. “Surely he must-,” You’re cut off by a knock at your door. You groan, assuming it must be another one of your friends coming by to try and cheer you up.

“I have to go,” you say. “I’ll call you back in a little while.”

“Wait, (Y/N)-,”

You hang up and toss your phone to the couch before walking over to the door. You swing the door open and your eyes go wide when you see an extremely disheveled Luke standing on the other side of the doorway. 

“Luke! What the hell? Everyone’s been looking for you!” You yell, grabbing his wrist and dragging him inside.

He stays silent, and you can see where his eyes have been stained red by tears. You place your hand on his chest and look up into his glistening blue eyes.

“Hey,” you say softly. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I miss you,” he sobs, his head falling onto your shoulder as his arms reach out to wrap around your waist.

You’re stunned for a moment, not having expected this. When you regain your composure, you wrap your arms around him and hold his large body against you to try and calm him down.

He draws in a deep, wheezing breath before taking a step back and placing his hand underneath your chin. 

“I- I tried to push you away because I thought I was no good for you,” he admits. “I thought you’d be better off with someone who has time for you and who treats you like the princess that you are. I- I shouldn’t have done that. I should have fought for you. I want to be the one who treats you like a queen. I want to be the man that you deserve, (Y/N). I don’t know if you can forgive me, but I promise I’ll never stop fighting to make you mine again.”

You feel tears starting to pool in your eyes at his declaration, and you want nothing more than to take him back right away. The way he crushed you, though, you’re not sure if you can go through that again.

“I love you,” you tell him. “I’ve always loved you. But I can’t get my heart broken every time you start to have doubts. I can’t let you destroy me the way you did the other night every time you feel like you’re not good enough.”

He nods, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. “I know, and I swear to you I will never do that to you again. I hate seeing you upset, and knowing that I caused it only makes it worse. I’m so sorry, princess.”

A small smile finds your face. “You’re forgiven, Luke, but we still have a lot to talk about. In the mean time, I think you should apologize to your mates and your fans for standing them up.”

He lets out a small laugh. “Yeah, I know there’ll be hell to pay for that. I just couldn’t go out on stage trying to pretend like everything’s alright when I was feeling how I felt this past week.”

“It was still a stupid thing to do,” you scold playfully.

His phone rings and he pulls it out of his pocket. You see Michael’s name on the front and he grimaces.

“Might as well get this over with.”

He presses answer and as soon as he says ‘hello’ you can hear Michael screaming at him through the receiver. You smile and Luke smiles back at you as he listens to Mikey’s rant. Things might not be the same as they were before, but you have faith that they can still be good.

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By the way, here’s a copy of my master list for anyone who wants to read some of my other stories! I update it constantly, so everything I’ve ever written is on here!

Masterlist

Preferences:

You Have a Mental Breakdown (4/4)

He Protects You (4/4)

He Has a Nightmare that You Leave Him (4/4)

You Let Him Know When You Need Him (4/4)

You Annoy Him (4/4)

He Gets Jealous when Another Band Member Flirts with You (Cake/4)

Song Preference: This is What it Takes by Shawn Mendes (4/4)

You Overhear Him Saying Something Bad About You (Cake/4)

You Overhear Him Saying Something Bad About You (Mashton/4)

You Think He’s Going to Hit You (4/4)

He Cheats (4/4), Part Two (Luke/4), Part Two (Calum/4)

He Cheats on His Girlfriend with You (4/4)

You Accidentally Give Another Boy a Boner (4/4)

You Feel Insecure (4/4)

You Get Hurt (Mashton/4)

You Get Hurt (Cake/4)

Another Member Protects You (4/4)

You Find Out He Smokes (Malum/4)

You’re on Your Period (4/4)

He Finds Out You Have an Eating Disorder (Cashton/4)

You Find Out Your Relationship Started as a Bet (Muke/4)

One Shots:

Calum:

Luke’s Girlfriend is Mean to You

He Finds Out You Can Sing

“Hey we’re taking on the world”

Your Daughter is a Daddy’s Girl

You Tell Him to Sleep on the Couch

Your Relationship is a Secret

The Boys Bet You to Break Up for a Week

Your Daughter Goes to Prom

He’s an Asshole to You Around His Friends

You Break His Guitar and He Kicks You Out

Concert Proposal

You Walk Out During a Fight

He Gets Physical During a Fight, Part Two

He Saves You From Drowning

Ashton:

Like I’m Gonna Lose You by Meghan Trainor feat. John Legend

“The taste in your tongue, the smoke in your lungs, and I need your love”

“Thank god you’re still here”

You Have Insomnia

You Have a Stutter

You Surprise Him on Tour

Your Son is Afraid to Come Out

You Have to Study While Visiting Him on Tour

You Meet His Mom for the First Time

Brother!Ashton Finds Out You’re Dating Calum

He’s Had a Stressful Day

You Two Get Drunk Together

Michael:

You Celebrate Your Birthdays Together

“She’s a good girl, she’s daddy’s favorite”

Your Baby is Born Deaf

Jet Black Heart Part One, Part Two, Part Three (Final)

“You said please keep on holding your hand and the rain it came to soon, I will wait for you to love me again”

The Boys Find Your Sex Tape

You’ve Never Kissed Anyone

You’re Blind and He Runs into You

You Have Same Sex Parents

He Thinks You’re Cheating

He’s a Hockey Player

You Believe in Purity Until Marriage

He Finds You Self-Harming

Luke:

“She ran away to chase her dreams”

You’re Mute

You Don’t Want to Hold His Hand

He Calls You Clingy Behind Your Back

He Gets Hurt

He Takes You to a Family Event

You Fall Asleep Outside in the Cold

He Gives You the Silent Treatment

He Finds You Looking at Models’ Instagrams

You Act Like a Couple but You’re Not

He Compares You to His Ex, Part Two 

Telling Him You’re Pregnant (Personal Imagine for cierrahemmingslove)

Telling Him You’re Having Twins

The Boys Think He’s Whipped

Bringing Your Baby Home from the Hospital (Personal Imagine for cierrahemmingslove)

He Overworks Himself

He Thinks He’s Not Good Enough for You

Series:

Let Me Keep You Safe - MALUM Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen (Final)

Safe Place - Luke Hemmings/(Y/N) Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen (Final)

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hihi idk if you're taking requests, but if you are can you pls do one where luke feels like he's not good enough for you??? ASDFGH thanks and love your writing so much!!

AHSFHDJ thank you babe! Here it is (finally). I hope you like it!

If anyone wants a part two, let me know xx

The front door slams shut, startling you from your uneasy nap on the couch. You’re still dressed in your brand new dress and high heeled shoes. You and Luke were supposed to have a date night tonight, but after waiting for him for over an hour, you figured he must’ve forgotten. To be honest, you’re not really that upset or angry with him. You know how hectic his schedule can be especially right before an album release.

You turn around and see your boyfriend of over a year walking toward the couch, dragging his feet with every step. He stays silent as he plops down on the sofa beside your legs and leans his head back in exhaustion.

“Long day?” You ask, sitting up and straightening out your dress.

He groans, but doesn’t open his eyes. “So fucking long,” he answers. “I swear this album better come out soon or else it’ll be the death of me.”

“Just a few more weeks,” you remind him. “And then all your fans will love it and it’ll all have been worth it.”

He opens his eyes and starts to speak but when he sees what you’re wearing he stops. His eyes rake over you in a not-so-subtle way and you blush. He always looks at you like you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, and it never fails to make your heart beat a little faster.

“Did you go somewhere tonight?” He asks, scooting toward you and slowly rubbing his hand along your thigh.

You shake your head. “Uh, no.”

“Then why are you-,” he stops talking as realization dawns on him. His face falls and guilt washes over him. “Oh my gosh! We were supposed to go out tonight!”

You shrug. “Yeah, but it’s okay, Luke. I mean, I know how busy you are and stuff. It’s not a big deal.”

He stands up from the couch and begins pacing. “It’s a huge fucking deal, (Y/N)! I promised you when we started dating that I would make you a top priority in my life and I keep failing! I forgot your birthday last month for Christ’s sake! I’m officially the worst boyfriend on the face of the earth.” The loudness of his voice startles you a bit, but you know that he’s only angry at himself, not you. You stand up and place a reassuring hand on his chest to try and calm him down.

“It’s really okay,” you say again. “We can just reschedule for another night.”

He covers his face with his hands and takes a few deep breaths. When he looks back at you, there are tears in his eyes and you feel your heart sink.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers. “God, you deserve everything in the whole world, and you deserve someone who can give it to you.”

“You give me everything I need,” you tell him, still trying to soothe his frantic mind. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he says back, his voice breaking slightly. “I love you so damn much that it hurts. That’s why I hate myself for treating you like this!”

You’re starting to get a little frustrated with him at this point. “You treat me just fine, Luke,” you say a bit forcefully. “I’m happy with the way things are. Why are you doubting that?”

“I can’t - I don’t - I’m not doubting you, (Y/N),” he says, his voice much softer. “I just hate that someone as amazing as you is with a guy like me. I’m not good enough for you.”

“Do you want me to leave?” You ask, somewhat afraid of his answer.

His eyes widen and he shakes his head. “No! Of course not!”

You start to breathe a sigh of relief, but it catches in your throat when he keeps talking.

“…but I think that maybe it would be best for you if you did.”

You stagger back a few steps and he reaches out to grab your arm before you topple to the floor.

“It’s not that I don’t love you,” he whispers, tears falling down his stubbly cheeks. “I do, so much. I just need you to be happy, and I want someone to give you everything that you deserve. And I’m just not sure that that someone is me.”

You clear your throat and nod, not even trying to control the tears that are starting to well up in your eyes.

“If that’s how you feel,” you respond in a monotone voice. “Then I’ll be out in the morning. I’ll sleep in the guest room. Goodnight.”

You turn and walk back toward you and Luke’s bedroom to grab some pajamas before heading to the guest bathroom to shower. You turn the water on and sit under the hot spray, letting it soothe your body as you break down into a fit of sobs. How did this night go so horribly wrong?

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idk if you're doing requests but can you do one where's he's whipped???

I’ve already done something really similar to that with Luke and if you want you can read it here xx

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Hey could you make more stories please they are really good and interesting Thanks

I’m working on it babe xx thanks for the kind words!

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Hey! Idk if you've done one like this before but could you please do an imagine where you find out that your relationship started off as a bet? if that makes sense haha, I love your writing so much! Xx

Here it is, lovely! I hope you enjoy it xx

Michael

You yawn as you tiptoe down the stairs after having fallen asleep in your boyfriend, Michael’s, bed. He’d been playing some video game and you remember watching him and trying to keep your eyes open, but that was four hours ago. When you finally woke up again, he was no longer in the room.

You hear voices coming from the living room so you decide to go investigate. As you get closer, you can hear Michael and two of his friends, Calum and Luke, talking animatedly about something. You smile and start to walk toward the kitchen to get a glass of water when the sound of your own name freezes you.

“How are things going with (Y/N)?” Luke asks.

Michael laughs softly. “Really good, actually. She’s really smart and funny and kind. I like spending time with her.”

His response makes your face break out into a huge smile. That smile disappears, though, when you hear what Calum says next.

“Damn, aren’t you glad we made that bet? If it hadn’t been for that, you never would’ve asked her out.”

Your heart feels like it’s being torn into pieces, and you can’t make your feet move. You want to go back to the bedroom, or walk out the door, or do anything but stand there and listen to more, but you can’t.

“Totally,” Michael answers. “I mean, I guess losing a bet has its perks sometimes.”

His words feel like a dagger in your chest. So not only did he ask you out as part of a bet, but it was because he lost a bet? Everything he’s told you now seems like a lie as you try and replay the past two months in your mind. You search for any signs that your relationship wasn’t real to him, but you have to give it to him, he’s a damn good actor.

You step into the room and clear your throat. Three pairs of eyes look up at you, and the color drains from all of their faces.

“Is that all I ever was to you?” You ask, trying to make your voice sound angry rather than just heartbroken. “Part of a bet?”

Michael stands and takes a step toward you, but you step back. He frantically looks to his friends for help, but they stay silent.

“Of course not, (Y/N)!” He says, his voice filled with desperation. “I- I mean, yeah, it kind of started because of a bet, but that doesn’t mean that what I feel for you isn’t real.”

“Really? Because I think that’s exactly what it means! It means that everything you’ve ever told me was a lie. All of it was just part of some silly game that you’re playing with your friends!”

“No!” He argues. “It isn’t like that! I swear!” You roll your eyes and turn toward the door. You just want to get as far away from him as possible.

“Wait!” You hear him yell as he chases after you.

His hand wraps around your wrist just before you reach the door and you immediately pull your arm away. He looks at you with teary eyes, and that’s almost your undoing. But you cross your arms over your chest and will yourself not to give in.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I never meant for you to find out like this. I was gonna tell you someday, but I didn’t want to mess up what we have. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

You sigh. “I can’t be with someone who lies to me, Michael. I’m sorry.”

You steel yourself and walk out the door, and this time, he doesn’t stop you.

Luke

“Luke,” you whisper, stepping into the kitchen with a piece of paper in your hand. “What the hell is this?”

He glances over at you and his blue eyes widen when he sees what you’re holding. He reaches forward to grab it from you, but you take a step back out of his reach.

“Luke,” you warn, demanding answers.

He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. He tries several times, but he can’t seem to make any sounds come out of his mouth.

After a few minutes of this, you figure he’s not even going to try and defend himself. You just crumble up the piece of paper and throw it at his chest before stomping up the stairs to your bedroom and pulling out a suitcase. You toss some clothes into it, not even caring what you grab, just needing to get out of there as soon as possible.

You and Luke have been together for almost a year, and have been basically living together for two months. You were straightening up the bedroom when you came across a box underneath his bed filled with pieces of paper, each with a handwritten dare or bet on it. Most of them were stupid things, but at the bottom you found one that read:

Ashton bets Luke that he can’t get (Y/N) to date him for an entire year.

You read it several times trying to come up with some kind of explanation for why he’d have something like this, but each one was worse than the last. You were a bet. That’s all you’ve ever been to him, just a way to win a stupid little contest with his friends. 

You zip up the suitcase and start walking toward the doorway to your bedroom when it’s suddenly blocked by Luke’s large frame. He holds onto the sides of the doorway and makes it so that you can’t get past him.

“Luke, get out of my way,” you say softly, trying not to let him see the tears in your eyes.

He shakes his head and reaches down to take the suitcase from your hand. He wrestles it away from you and places it behind him and out of your reach.

“Please don’t leave until you’ve given me a chance to explain,” he begs.

You sigh. “What is there to explain? Our entire relationship has been based on some stupid game.”

“No, that’s not true!” He argues, the sincerity in his eyes almost stifling. “I forgot that this stupid thing even existed! The boys and I used to make all kinds of stupid bets with one another when we’d get bored. Ashton bet me that I couldn’t get you to go out with me, and I really liked you so I figured I’d give it a shot. It was dumb and childish but it was the best damn thing that ever happened to me because it gave me you!”

You groan and turn around to pace the length of the room. “How can I believe you? How can I believe anything you say when you’ve been lying to me for months?”

“I haven’t been lying to you,” he says. “I have never once lied about the way I feel for you, I can promise you that.”

You stop pacing and stare at the wall in front of you, refusing to turn around and look at Luke. You love him, there’s no denying that, but you’re not sure if this is something you’ll be able to get past.

“Please don’t leave,” he begs again. “I understand if you need some time, or some space, but just… please don’t leave me.”

As angry and upset as you are with him, you know in your heart that you won’t be able to walk away so easily. You turn around and take a few steps to close the gap between you two. You lean up and place a gentle kiss against his lips and when you pull away you can see hope in his expression.

“You forgive me?” He asks.

You shrug. “I’m working on it.”

“That’s good enough for me.”

P.S. I kind of drew inspiration for Luke’s from How I Met Your Mother so you get a gold star if you recognized the reference xx

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Warning: It is late at night where I live and I’m not taking the time to edit/proofread most of these so if there are any typos/errors feel free to point them out to me and I’ll fix them!

Okay guys, so I’ve been gone for far too long and I have several requests in my submissions box. I’m gonna try and get through a few of those tonight so I hope you guys like them xx

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Can you do a 4/4 where he finds out you have an eating disorder? It's totally fine if not, I get it's a sensitive topic xx

It is an extremely sensitive topic, but I attempted a Cashton/4 with this prompt. I would just like to put out there that I am in no way trying to romanticize these illnesses as I understand that it is something that so many people struggle with.

 TRIGGER WARNING: Eating Disorders

Calum

“I’ll be right back,” you smile, kissing your boyfriend of three months, Calum, on the cheek.

He flashes you his lady killing smile and nods. The second you turn your back, the smile on your face fades and your head starts spinning as you attempt to calculate how many calories you’ve just consumed. Cal took you out for a fancy meal to celebrate your three months together, and you knew you couldn’t not eat without seeming suspicious. You reasoned with yourself that you’d take a few bites at dinner and purge later, but the panic was still rising inside of you.

What if you don’t throw it all up? What if you’re already starting to gain weight?

By the time you reach the bathroom, you’re having a full-on freak out and you can barely push open the stall door before your fall to your knees and ram your fingers down your throat. Instantly, you begin vomiting into the toilet. Not much comes up, but then again, you hadn’t eaten much to begin with. Even so, you stare at it and try to determine if all of your meal has come up. You shove your fingers back down your throat for good measure and this time, not much food comes out at all. It’s mostly bile and it tastes bitter and disgusting in your mouth.

You take a deep breath and lean back against the stall door to try and collect yourself before you go back out to Calum. You reach for some toilet tissue to try and wipe a bit of the sweat from your forehead when you hear the bathroom door opening and heavy footsteps coming inside.

“(Y/N)?” You hear your boyfriend’s voice ask. “Are you okay? A lady came to the table and said she saw you run in here and start puking.”

Your entire body freezes up and you immediately clamber to your feet and flush the toilet. You open the stall door and plaster a fake smile on your face.

“I’m fine,” you lie.

His eyes rake over you and you unconsciously wrap your arms around your stomach. He can’t see how fat you really are or else he’ll leave you.

“Are you sure?” He asks, taking a step toward you and running his fingers over your arm. “You don’t look so good.” You nod, not trusting your voice at this point. You take a step back out of his reach and walk to the sink to wash your hands and your mouth.

“Did you-,” he starts, seeming nervous. “Did you make yourself throw up just now?”

Your entire body tenses up and you can’t bring yourself to look at him. Have you been that obvious?

“It’s okay if you did,” he tells you softly. “I just need to know the truth.” Your head drops and tears start to form in your eyes. You can’t tell him you have an eating disorder. You just can’t.

“I want to help you,” he continues. “We can figure this out together.” “It’s not your problem to figure out,” you murmur.

You don’t hear him step closer, but suddenly his hand is on your shoulder.

“But I- I love you,” he says.

This finally makes you turn around. Neither of you have said the ‘L’ word yet, and your mouth drops open at the sound of it. How can he still say that after what he’s just learned? How could anyone love someone so fucked up?

“You mean that?” You ask.

He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.”

“I love you, too,” you say, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his waist.

You press your face into his chest and his strong arms encircle you in a hug.

“We’ll get through this together, (Y/N),” he assures you.

And for the first time, you start to believe that maybe you will get through it.

Ashton

You walk back into your bedroom with a glass of water for yourself and a soda for your boyfriend, Ashton.

“We didn’t have any Coke,” you tell him as you kick the door shut with your foot. “I hope Dr. Pepper is okay.”

He doesn’t say anything, and when you look up at him, you drop both drinks and the glasses shatter on the hardwood floor. Ashton jumps, finally breaking his attention away from the book in his hands.

“W-what is this?” He asks, worry evident in his voice.

You scurry forward, ignoring the broken glass stabbing your feet, and attempt to grab the journal from him, but he moves it out of your reach.

“Ashton, give it to me!” You demand, your voice frantic.

He shakes his head and uses his free hand to grab your wrists and stop you from grabbing the book. He glances back down at the small, white notebook before looking back up at you with tears in his eyes.

“What is this?” He asks again, more forcefully.

You sigh and sit down on your bed a few inches away from him. “It’s nothing.”

“This isn’t nothing,” he retorts, flipping it open again and scanning the pages. “How long has this been going on? These entries look like they go back months, maybe even years.”

“It’s none of your business,” you mumble, trying to protect what little dignity you have left by not crying in front of him.

He reaches his large hand toward you and pulls you into his lap. “I’m not trying to judge you, (Y/N). We all have our demons. I just want to help you and make you healthy again.”

“I’m not unhealthy!” You argue. “Just because I count calories and document what I eat doesn’t mean I’m unhealthy.”

“This goes way beyond ‘documenting what you eat’,” Ashton says. “You recorded how many hours you went between each meal and how many calories were in everything you ate, even something as small as a mint that you got at the bank.”

You shrug, not sure what he wants you to say. You’ve known you have a problem for a while now, but you just weren’t sure how to fix it. As time went on, you started seeing it as less of a problem and more of a lifestyle choice.

“Did you really go three whole days between meals last week?” He asks, his voice much quieter.

You just shrug again. That’s enough answer for him and he hugs you tighter to his body.

“I love you,” he whispers. “Please don’t do this to yourself. You’re so beautiful.”

“I won’t be if I start eating like I did when I was younger,” you tell him. “I’ll be fat and hideous.”

“You could never be hideous, (Y/N),” he assures you. “You have a beautiful soul and nothing that’s on the outside could ever outweigh that.”

You lean your face against his shoulder and take some deep breaths.

“Promise me you’ll get help,” he tries again. “And I promise to be by your side every step of the way.”

You want to tell him that you’ll get help. You want to tell him that everything will be alright, but you’re not sure that’s true. You stay silent, and with each passing second, you can feel his hopes for you growing dimmer.

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Okay guys, so I’ve been gone for far too long and I have several requests in my submissions box. I’m gonna try and get through a few of those tonight so I hope you guys like them xx

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U alive?

Barely. Jk I’m still here lurking I just haven’t had time/motivation to write anything lately xx.

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Could I please request one . Can it be that Michael finds you self harming and his reaction , you can go from there if you want xxx

Here it is, babe! I’m sorry that I’ve been slacking on requests lately, but I’m trying to get through some this week! I hope you like it xx

PSA: I’m not romanticizing or promoting self harm in any way, shape, or form. It’s unfortunately something that a lot of people go through, though, and I don’t think that not talking/writing about it is doing anyone any good. If anyone ever needs someone to talk to, my inbox is open!

TRIGGER WARNING: Self-harm and blood

“Just one more,” you whisper to yourself as you slide the razor blade across your wrist.

Tears are falling down your face, but your mind is too numb to register them. All that you can feel right now is the pain, and it feels good. Cutting yourself started out as a way to rid yourself of the numbness, but over the years, it’s slowly evolved into an unhealthy coping mechanism. Any time you have a bad day or something doesn’t go right, you immediately start craving the blades. It’s like your version of Heroin.

Your boyfriend, Michael, knows about your habit, well… he knows some of it. He caught a glimpse of your scar-covered arm once when your sleeve slid up your arm. He understandably got very upset and demanded to know why, but you honestly couldn’t tell him. Instead, you lied and told him that it was something you used to do, but have gotten over. You told him that it had been years since the last cut, and he was all too willing to believe that.

You hiss slightly when the blade goes a bit deeper than you’d intended. Immediately, the piece of metal falls from your hand and you clamp your fingers down over the wound. You’re not so much worried about bleeding out as you are about leaving blood stains somewhere in the bathroom. You’re in the apartment that you and Michael share, and the last thing you need is for him to start getting suspicious again.

“(Y/N)?” Your boyfriend’s voice calls as he knocks on the door. “You okay?”

“Shit,” you mumble.

You scramble to pick up the blade and put it back in your makeup bag, aka the one place that Michael would never dare to look. You then grab a towel from the cabinet under the sink and place it over your bleeding arm.

“I’m fine,” you answer, trying to make your voice sound confident. “I’ll be out in a minute, I’m just not feeling well.”

The door handle jiggles, and you are suddenly very glad you’d decided to lock the door. Michael wasn’t even supposed to be home for another half hour, but you can never be too safe.

“Can I come in?” He asks, not even trying to hide the worry in his voice.

“Um,” you stutter. “N-not right now. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Well, the last part was the truth. If he finds out about this, he’ll never be able to love you. He’ll realize how unworthy you are, and he’ll leave you.

“Like what?” He asks. “Babe, you’re scaring me. Just open the door.”

You don’t answer. Instead, you focus on your wrist that is still bleeding worryingly fast. You hadn’t realized how deep the cut actually was, and it could be dangerous if you don’t stop the blood soon. You hear something from outside the door and your eyes go wide when you realize that Michael is picking the lock. It’s something the boys taught him, and he has never had any reason to do it until now.

You don’t have time to hide your mess before the door bursts open and Michael is standing a few feet away from you. The worry on his face turns to horror when he sees all of the blood, and then fear washes over him. He drops to his knees beside you and cradles your injured arm in his hands.

“What did you do?” He whispers, tears falling down his face. “There’s so much… blood…”

“Michael,” you whimper. “I’m okay. It’s nothing.”

“This,” he says, pointing to the blood soaked towel on your arm. “Is not nothing. How could I have been so stupid? How did I not see this?”

You’re at a loss for words. You thought he’d be mad at you, or maybe just disgusted, but you never imagined he’d be angry with himself.

He moves the towel off of your wrist and gasps at the sight. There are hundreds of cuts littering your skin, some months old, and some as recent as a few days. There are also five new ones, including the one that appears to have punctured a vein.

“I- I need to take you to the hospital,” he says mechanically, his eyes never leaving your wrist.

“What?” You yell, jerking your arm away from him. “No! You can’t! I promise I’ll stop, just don’t take me to a hospital!”

The panicked look in your eye only breaks his heart even more. He doesn’t want to make you mad, but right now your health is more important than your feelings toward him.

“Please?” He begs, gently reaching his arms out toward you. “That cut is deep and it’s bleeding really fast. I’m scared as hell, (Y/N), a-and I don’t know what to do.”

His voice starts to crack, and you can hear the pure terror in his tone. He really is worried about you. This is why you hadn’t wanted him to find out. You didn’t want to be the cause of so much pain.

“Please,” he begs again, his voice just as whisper.

The heartbreak on his face finally convinces you to agree. You know that the doctors are going to want to give you some kind of psychological evaluation, but you’ve lied your way through more than one of those before. You know exactly how to answer the questions in order to get people off your back.

You start to stand up, but Michael scoops you up in his arms instead. He tells you to hold the towel to your arm, and you do. You put as much pressure as you dare without causing yourself too much pain.

He carries you to the car and quickly drives you to the nearest emergency room. He brings you inside, and thankfully, no one looks at you like you’re insane. That was the main thing that scared you about telling Michael in the first place. You were worried he would never look at you the same.

A nurse whisks you away from your boyfriend, and he quickly promises that he’ll be right by your side as soon as they let him. She takes you back to a room and immediately begins cleaning your wounds and putting bandages on them. She skillfully stitches up the one that’s causing most of the damage, and then puts a bandage over it as well.

As expected, she starts asking you some psychological questions. They seem innocent enough, but you know that she’s trying to get a read on you. You answer them as best you know how, and she seems satisfied that you’re not going to have a mental breakdown and kill yourself or someone else.

She leaves, and a few minutes later, Michael bursts into the room. He still has a steady stream of tears falling down his pale face, and when he sees you, he breathes a sigh of relief. Even those few minutes that you weren’t in his sight had scared him half to death. He can’t imagine ever losing you.

“Michael,” you say, trying to come up with some sort of explanation.

He just shakes his head and walks over to the bed where you’re sitting. He crawls into it with you and pulls you into a laying position with his chest against your back. He gently rubs his fingers up and down your side, his breaths hot on your neck.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t want to,” he says softly. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I love you so much, (Y/N), and I’m sorry that I didn’t realize what was going on sooner. But I promise we’re going to get you the help you need, and I will be right by your side every step of the way. I’m not losing you. Not now, and hopefully not ever.”

His words bring a smile to your face, and your entire body relaxes. He’s not leaving you. He doesn’t think you’re crazy.

“I love you too, Michael,” you whisper.

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Hey quick question , do you do requests xx?

Yes! I’m always accepting them and I promise I will try to start writing some as soon as I have more time ❤️

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Safe Place - Luke Hemmings/(Y/N) series - Part Fifteen (Final)

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven // Part Eight // Part Nine // Part Ten // Part Eleven // Part Twelve // Part Thirteen // Part Fourteen

Luke’s POV

“(Y/N)?” I yell, turning in frantic circles as I try to figure out where she is. She’s got to be here. Her phone is here.

A flash of bleach blonde hair catches my eye and I see Michael, Calum, and Ashton getting out of a cab. They quickly make their way over to me and I continue looking around like a mad man.

“She’s here,” I say as soon as they’re in earshot. “I checked her location on my phone and it says she's right here somewhere.”

“Are you sure he didn’t just dump her phone somewhere to throw you off?” Ashton asks.

I shake my head. “No, I talked to her on the phone less than fifteen minutes ago. The phone is with her.”

“Luke,” Michael whispers as he grabs my arm. He points over at something with a nervous expression on his face. “Isn’t that him? Isn’t that Jonah?”

I turn around and see Jonah in the alley between two buildings. There’s someone talking to him. I immediately charge in his direction, yelling his name as I get closer.

“Jonah! Jonah, you son of a bitch! Where is she?”

When I’m a few feet away, the guy he’s talking to runs away, but Jonah stays put. He looks at me and smiles sickly.

“Why hello Luke,” he says. “And you must be Luke’s friends.”

Ashton, Calum, and Michael run up behind me and someone lays a hand on my shoulder. It seems like a halfhearted attempt to keep me calm. I flick the hand away and grab Jonah by his shirt.

“Tell me where she is right now or I swear to god I will kill you with my bare hands,” I say, my voice low.

He laughs. How can this sick bastard laugh? He’s a whole new level of psychotic.

“Luke,” Calum says softly. “Calm down, mate. This isn’t you.”

“No!” I scream without taking my eyes off of Jonah. “I will not calm down! This is (Y/N) we’re talking about! He has hurt her time and time again and I haven’t been able to protect her!”

“Why do you even care?” Jonah asks, his smile only getting wider.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Because I love her more than you ever can. She is everything to me and I will not let you take her away from me.”

“Looks like I already have,” Jonah smirks. “She chose me, not you.”

I lose all control of my body for a few seconds and next thing I know, my fist is connecting with his face. He falls to the ground, but I drag him back up by his shirt. I shove him up against the wall and put my forearm against his neck. He coughs a few times and looks at the ground.

“Doesn’t feel so good to be on the other side, does it?” I growl. “This is what you’ve been doing to her, you sick bastard. Now tell me where she is.”

(Y/N) POV

I sit with my back against the wall. I stare at the door and just wait for it to open. I’m not sure how long Jonah plans to be gone, and even though I’m tired as hell, I refuse to sleep. If I fall asleep, I could wake up and be halfway across the world. I won’t let him take me. Not alive, anyway.

The floor is cold, and so is the wall. I wrap my arms around myself and take some deep breaths. This will all be over soon. I have to keep reminding myself that this pain is only temporary. And it’s nothing compared to the pain of having him hurt Luke.

I hear footsteps outside of the room and I stand up. I get into a defensive stance and prepare myself to fight. I’ll fight him until I have no fight left in me. I hear the key going into the lock and my heart beats so loud that it nearly falls out of my chest. I can’t be afraid. Not now.

The door swings open and I brace myself for a fight. Instead, I see a figure running toward me, and seconds later I’m engulfed in someone’s strong arms. I can vaguely hear words coming out of his mouth, but I can’t decipher them. I think I’m in shock. He pulls away and his hands reach up to brush my hair out of my face.

“(Y/N)," he says, relief flooding his voice. “You’re safe.”

I look into his eyes and I see that familiar shade of blue. Luke found me. Luke is here.

“L-Luke?” I ask.

He nods, tears streaming down his face. “I’m right here. You’re gonna be alright, I promise.”

I reach out and bury myself in his chest. I don't know how he got here or where Jonah is, but I don’t care. All I want is to hold onto Luke and never let go.

After a few minutes, I hear another set of footsteps coming down the hall. I pull away from Luke and immediately get back in my defensive stance thinking that it might be Jonah. Luke assures me that it’s only Calum and Ashton. They walk into the room and their eyes go wide with relief when they see me. They both run toward me and wrap me up in a huge bear hug.

“Thank goodness,” Ashton whispers.

I smile. I never imagined that anyone other than Luke would care if I was gone. It's a nice feeling to know that I was wrong.

“Come on,” Luke says once they set me back down. “Let’s go home.”

“Where’s Jonah?” I ask.

“Michael took him to the hospital,” Calum says.

I give him a confused look and his eyes flicker over to Luke. I notice then that Luke’s knuckles are bruised and covered in blood.

“Oh my god, Luke!” I take his hand in mine and bring it closer to my face to examine it. “What the hell happened?”

He smiles shyly. “I had to get him to tell us where you were. He didn’t make it easy.”

“The police have been notified and they’re going to meet him at the hospital and arrest him as soon as he’s conscious,” Ashton continues.

“You knocked him unconscious?” I ask, my eyes narrowing.

Luke shrugs. “He deserved it. He’ll be fine. But more importantly, he'll never get near you again. He's going to go to jail for assault and kidnapping. He’ll be away for a long time.”

Relief floods my body and I wrap my arm around Luke’s waist. I finally feel safe again for the first time in so long.

Six Months Later

“Babe? Have you seen my keys?” I ask as I scramble around the apartment.

Luke smiles and points to the coffee table. I sigh and grab them. I’m going to be so late for this interview.

“How do I look?” I ask, doing a little twirl for Luke as he stands in the kitchen eating cereal.

His eyes fill with wonder every time he looks at me, and it’s something that I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of. 

“You look incredible, as always,” he says.

I can’t help but smile. Luke is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. 

“I have to go,” I huff, knowing that I’m running late. “I’ll see you for dinner?”

He nods and walks over to give me a kiss before I run out the door. This is my first job interview since everything with Jonah happened. I wanted to go to work earlier, but Luke insisted that I stay home and make sure I’m alright before I throw myself into anything new. At the time I thought he was being overprotective, but looking back, I’m really glad he made me wait. 

I needed to start healing before I faced the world again. Jonah took a piece of me that I’m not sure I’ll ever get back, but that doesn’t mean that I stop living. I still have plenty of life left in me, and I intend to live it to the fullest.

“I love you,” he whispers as he pulls his lips away from mine. “Be safe.”

I nod. “You are my safe place, Luke. I feel like nothing can hurt me as long as I have you.”

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Safe Place - Luke Hemmings/(Y/N) series - Part Fourteen

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven // Part Eight // Part Nine // Part Ten // Part Eleven // Part Twelve // Part Thirteen

(Y/N) POV

“Alright, that’s enough phone time with loverboy,” Jonah snaps as he rips the phone from my hand. 

I don’t look up. Looking at his face is enough to set off another panic attack. I had a minor one when we were in the car on the way here and he didn’t understand what was happening. He thought I was trying to trick him into taking me to a hospital and he just kept hitting me until I stopped. I’m too scared to let that happen again.

I’m not sure exactly where we are, but it’s somewhere dark and cold. It feels like we might be underground, like in a basement or something, but I can’t be sure. My vision was so blurry from all of the blood and tears in my eyes that I could hardly keep up with where he was taking me.

I just wish he would kill me already.

“I’m going to talk to a friend of mine about getting us some fake ID’s and passports, and by this time tomorrow you and I will be in Berlin,” Jonah mumbles.

I know that he plans to take me somewhere ‘far away’ so that Luke can never come after us, but I can’t let him. I’m just going to make him kill me first. I can’t go on living like this.

“Are you even listening to me?” He asks angrily.

His hand suddenly grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks it back so that I’m forced to look up at him. I let out a small cry and nod to let him know that I’ve heard him.

“Use your words,” he commands.

“We’re going to Berlin,” I repeat, my voice broken and shaky.

He snorts and pushes my head back down with so much force that I land on my hands and knees. A rock or something gets lodged in my knee, but the pain barely registers because of all the other wounds I’ve sustained thus far. 

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks, as if any part of this is normal. 

I turn my head and look up at him.

“What’s gotten into me?” I repeat, anger growing in my voice. “You forced me to come here! I don’t want to be with you! You disgust me! The only reason I’m here at all is because you threatened the one person that I actually care about on this earth. That is the only reason, so don’t get any ideas in your head about me caring about or loving you.”

My outburst takes us both by surprise. I cower down into the fetal position as I await his retaliation, but nothing comes. A few minutes go by and I peek up to see what he’s doing, but he’s gone.

I quickly get to my feet and run toward the only door in the room. The walls are cement and the door is metal which gives me absolutely no hope at trying to break through it. It’s locked, as I suspected it would be, and the room has no windows. There’s nothing I can do but wait. Wait for death.

Luke POV

“I need your help, now!” I scream, my hand shaking so violently that I can barely hold the phone.

“Calm down, mate,” Michael says, not understanding the severity of the situation. “This morning you acted like you hated my guts, and now you want my help?”


“Michael, he has her!”

There’s a gasp on the other end of the line.

“I need you and the boys to come help me find her, now!” I say, my voice panicked as I storm through the apartment searching for anything to tell me where they might have gone.

“Have you called the police?” He asks.

I nod even though he can’t see it. “Yes, but you want to know what they told me? They said that if there’s no proof of kidnapping or her having left under duress, then there’s nothing they can do.”

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Alright, well I’ll call Ashton and Calum and we’ll meet over at yours in like thirty minutes, okay?”

“Thanks,” I say as I hang up the phone and shove it back into my pocket.

Once I’ve gone through everything in (Y/N)’s room at least ten times, I decide to take my search outside. Maybe one of the people at the front desk saw her leave.

I run downstairs as fast as my feet can carry me and nearly knock a few people down along the way. When I reach the front desk I frantically ask the woman there if she remembers (Y/N) coming down here.

“Yeah, I saw her earlier. I said hello to her but she didn’t respond. She was in her own little world. It was kind of odd because she’s always so friendly,” the woman says.

“Did you see where she went when she left?”

She shakes her head. "She walked outside and I saw her get into a car, and then they drove away.”

“Which direction?”

The front desk clerk points me in the direction that they went and I quickly thank her and head out. My first instinct is to check Jonah’s house, but I don’t know where he lives. (Y/N) told me that he lives about five minutes away. She couldn’t have been gone more than five or six minutes when I went to her room to check on her, so that seems to fit the time frame. When I spoke to her on the phone I was almost certain she wasn’t in a car. They must still be around here somewhere.

My phone rings and I answer it without even checking to see who’s calling.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s us,” Michael says. He must’ve found Calum and Ashton a lot quicker than I thought he would. “We’re on our way. See you at yours in ten.”

“Actually, meet me about three blocks south of my building,” I say. “I think I know where they might be.”

I hang up my phone and pick up my pace to a jog as I desperately try to remember any indication that she might have given me about where he lives. That’s when it dawns on me. A few months ago we turned on our locations on our phones so that we would always know where the other one was. It was mostly so that she could see what country I was in, and I’m just praying that Jonah hasn’t turned her phone off.

I open her contact and go to my messages. I click on (Y/N)’s thread and go to the location. It takes a minute to load, but then a little blue dot pops up. She’s right here. She’s standing less than twenty feet away from me.

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I NEED THE NEXT CHAPTER OF SAFE PLACE

It's coming later tonight 😉

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Btw guys, I just turned 20 a few days ago so now Luke and I are the same age for a few weeks 😁

Irrelevant but it makes me happy for some reason