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shotsoftruth · 8 years ago

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Sticky Notes, a Luke Hemmings AU

Part 1 / Part 2

Part 3

Noa’s alarm blared incessantly and she rolled to the other side of her bed, feeling around for the snooze button. Turning onto her back, she stared at the ceiling for a few minutes to psych herself up to getting out of bed. Ashton had told her he had a meeting with Luke today, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to face him again.

Ready or not, here he comes. She decided, hauling herself out of bed and putting her glasses on, dragging her feet as she went into the bathroom for a shower. She was not a morning person. The warm water helped to loosen her muscles, still stiff from sleep, and she stepped out much more awake and ready to face the day. With one hand she ran her fingers through her soaked hair and with the other she pulled up a playlist on her phone, attaching it to her bathroom dock (Yes, she had a dock specifically for the bathroom.) and plugging in her hairdryer.

In fifteen minutes her hair was dry and she was teasing volume into it with a comb, deciding against putting it up and shaping it into big, loose curls instead. Before returning to her bedroom, she put in her contacts, grabbing her glasses on the way out of the bathroom.

Humming the last song that had been playing as she got ready, she looked through the options in her closet, eventually deciding on a black pencil skirt and blazer with a red collared shirt underneath and black skinny tie. Not exactly big business attire, but not unprofessional by any standards.

Do I dare? She asked herself, eyeing her precious black Christian Louboutin platforms. They had been her first splurge as Ashton’s head consultant, she’d put everything she had into helping Ashton start his company and worked hard to be able to treat herself to those shoes. Thus, she saved them for special occasions. However, they’d give her the boost of courage she needed to face her boss’ awful business partner, so she pulled them down and set them on the table by her door- god forbid she leave them on the floor where Duke, her leonberger, could reach them and chew them to bits.

She ventured into her kitchen and started a pot of coffee before returning to her bathroom to put on her face, sharp eyeliner and red lipstick to match her shirt and the bottom of her shoes. I look rather impeccable, if I do say so myself, she thought as she wandered back into the kitchen, as if she didn’t say the same thing to herself every other morning. Humming, she poured her coffee into her travel mug and added a shot of caramel syrup and milk into it, grabbing a muffin from the bowl on her counter and stuffing it into a sandwich bag. She made sure to refill Duke’s food and water before going back to her entryway, throwing her phone and breakfast into her purse and putting on her shoes before exiting the house and going to work.

“Good morning Noa!” Ashton greeted Noa as she walked past his office. “You look very nice today!” She gave him a smile and a wave before opening the glass door to her office and entering, firing up her computer as she ate her muffin. Luke would be in at 11 AM with his consulting team and his lawyers, as well as a very important contract. This gave her two hours to get some work done before the meeting she was dreading so.

Ashton’s lawyer, Jack, entered the building at 10, giving Noa a wave before beelining to Ashton’s office, probably to give him legal advice on the contract they would be presented within an hour.

As the hour wore on Noa grew more anxious, unable to focus on her work as the meeting approached. Ashton’s company was successful, but this merge was definitely the biggest thing to happen in its short history. She could feel the buzzing energy throughout the building, practically listening to the “Did you hear?”s and ��Luke Hemmings merger,”s despite the thick glass door and office walls cutting off the sounds from the rest of the office. It was all anyone had been talking about for two days, but as the hour of reckoning grew near Noa found herself tapping her pen incessantly on the glass surface of her desk rather than tapping her fingertips on her keyboard.

She jumped, distracted from her thoughts when her office phone buzzed. She looked up and into Ashton’s office, him nodding at her and picking up his laptop as well as some files. She gathered her own things and met him and Jack outside his office, the three of them walking to the boardroom, which was on its own floor and only accessible by the board members and consultants of the company. Ashton liked being in the open to all his employees, but there was far too much legal hassle for the boardroom the be walled and doored in glass like the rest of the office.

Ashton took his seat at the circular table and Noa took hers to his left while Jack started up the projector. Apparently the contract had been sent to Ashton hours ago and it was decided everyone in the meeting would be able to watch changes being made to the contract rather than dealing with writing in notes on a hard copy and retyping it.

Noa shot the consultant team group chat a text at 11:45 telling them to meet them and they were there within 30 seconds. Noa wasn’t the most conventional of people, much preferring to text her team rather than e-mail them for the small things.

“Nervous?” Amanda asked, taking her seat next to Noa.

“A bit.” Noa replied.

“We all are.” Ashton butted in. “Does the entire office not have anything else to talk about? All I’ve heard for two days is ‘Luke Hemmings-’ then silence once everyone’s realized I’m in the room. Definitely doesn’t help anyone’s nerves.”

“It’s nothing personal, Mr. Irwin.” Another consultant, Harris, replied. “It’s a small company so word travels fast, everyone’s just a bit excited about this recent development.”

“You should probably have a company-wide meeting about it when everything’s said and done. Or, at least send out an e-mail. A lot of employees feel left in the dark.” Amanda added.

“Alright. We’ll talk.” Ashton replied, standing from his seat. “If you’ll excuse me, I am going to wait in my office to greet our… esteemed guest.”

Noa let out a short laugh, as well as the rest of the consultants as they had heard of the bizarre power trip of a meeting between Luke and Noa. “Esteemed guest” didn’t even begin to cover what Luke thought of himself.

Everyone made small talk as they waited, most about weekend plans as it was Thursday and most of the office would be going out tomorrow. Noa watched as Luke stepped into the office with Ashton and four other people.

“Round table?” Luke questioned.

“Ashton hates sitting at the head. Something about everyone’s role in the company being equal.” Noa explained, closing the folder she’d been leafing through.

“Mr. Hemmings, you’ve met Noa Lexington already,” Ashton began and Luke focused on her, his baby blue eyes darkening to a sapphire with an otherwise unreadable expression. She gazed right back, giving him only a polite nod and quick, close-lipped smile. “This is my lawyer, Jack Richmond, and our consultants, Amanda Forest and Harris Lane.”

“Pleasure,” Luke replied. “I’m Luke Hemmings. These are my lawyers, Richard Smith and Charlotte Hugh, and my consultant, Olivia Tucker and her intern Evan Jones.”

Everyone took their seats, Ashton to the left of Richard and Luke to the right so they could watch the document be edited and printed directly from the computer to avoid any sabotaging. began going over the contract, the lawyers doing most of the talking unless one of the consultants caught something they did or didn’t agree with. Harris managed to crack a few jokes, easing the tension and earning a laugh from Ashton’s side of the table and even Luke’s lawyers, however Luke himself and Olivia remained deadpan and serious. However Noa could see a smile fighting its way onto Evan’s face, though he only sat and observed.

“Luke,” Ashton said eventually, well after the two CEOs determined they should be on a first name basis. “Lighten up mate, we want to get along with the people we work with, yeah?”

Luke looked taken aback, staring at Ashton for a short while before shrugging. “Different,” He said. “But alright.”

The work continued and Noa furrowed her brows as employees started to pop up in the text. “Wait,” She cut in. “All employees of Irwin Music Management previously at Hemmings Records are to transfer back to the record label?” She asked, reading the text

“Well, of course, seeing as the only reason you hired them was to get this contract.” Luke replied.

“No, absolutely not.” Noa said. “We value our employees, we did not hire yours because they are a pawn in trying to partner with you.”

“Mr. Irwin explicitly said in our meeting two days ago that he was stealing my employees specifically to grab my attention to partner with him. Now that he’s gotten what he wanted, I want my employees back in return.”

“Find new ones.” Noa replied sternly. “Mr. Irwin simply found employees he admired and wished to hire while trying to get in contact with your company. It also just happens to be the reason we’re on your radar, that’s not our fault. We keep the employees.”

Luke and Noa stared at each other for what seemed like forever, neither of them wanting to back down.

“Noa, this is negotiable-” Ashton started quietly.

“No,” She interrupted. “It’s not. They transfer, they lose their trust in both the companies. They’ll think we’re using them as pawns and Irwin Music Management is better than that. We hired them because we wanted them here.”

“Very well.” Luke said finally, after yet another drawn-out staring match, and Noa watched on the projector as Richard deleted that portion of the document.

Noa’s phone lit up on the table and she peered over at it.

Amanda: Is it just me, Harris, or could you have cut the sexual tension between Luke Hemmings and our lovely Noa with a knife just now?

Harris: With the staring they do? Absolutely.

This is highly unprofessional, Noa thought as she rolled her eyes at her phone.

Noa: Very funny. Shut up and listen to the lawyers.

Before long, the contract had been finished and both Ashton and Luke watched Richard print off two copies. Both were signed and the CEOs shook hands. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement, Mr. Hemmings.” Ashton said.

“Likewise,” Luke replied. “I expect great things from this partnership and your company, don’t let me down. Contract says I get your firstborn if you do.”

“Did you just attempt a joke, Mr. Hemmings?” Harris asked.

“Perhaps.”

“A for effort, it could use some work though.” Noa commented. “And stay away from Ella, you can have my firstborn if Ashton lets you down.”

Ashton cleared his throat to shut everyone up and turned his attention back to Luke. “Apologies, but is it alright if Jack shows you out? I need to meet briefly with my consultants.”

“Of course. Good luck, Mr. Irwin.” Luke said, grabbing his things, which included his copy of the contract.

“And to you, Mr. Hemmings.”

“Goodbye, Miss Lexington. It was great to see you again.” Luke added, his attention now turned to Noa.

“See you soon, Mr. Hemmings.” She replied.

The group exited and Ashton turned back to the consultants. “Alright, now that we’ve finished this,” He said, holding up his copy. “How do I tell the rest of the office?”

“I’ve got a sheetcake waiting in my mini fridge already, you just have to break the news.” Amanda said. “I had an intern pick it up this morning.”

“You are amazing.” Ashton said.

“Seriously.” Noa added, “I wish I’d thought of that.”

With the help of Noa and the rest of her team, Ashton had everyone in the small company occupating the large employee lounge area in no time.

“I’m sure you’ve all heard the rumors,” Ashton started when everyone had settled down. “And some of you must’ve noticed Luke Hemmings popping in and out of here over the last few days. This is not a company merger, as some have been speculating. We simply partnered with Hemmings Enterprises to better the opportunities for both companies. I can promise it’s an excellent move for Irwin Music Management and we will be seeing the benefits of it in almost no time at all. A partnership with a large and esteemed company such as Mr. Hemmings’ has been a long time coming, as Noa and I have been shooting for one like it since we started the company…”

“Good companies have good partners.” Noa said simply, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes as she and Ashton went through yet another sleepless night of work at her shitty apartment as they didn’t have an office space yet.

“Partnerships like what?” Ashton asked, only half hearing the question.

“Like these.” Noa said, flipping her laptop around so Ashton could see.

“Companies like Hemmings Records?” Ashton asked.

“Probably not that one, but ones like it.” Noa said “Hemmings wouldn’t be my first choice, he’s living off of blood money and an inherited company. But if we were to partner with someone as big as that, it would do wonders.”

“One day we’re going to make a big partnership like that.” Ashton said. “We’re going to be so successful. You can pay off your student loans and get a better place, maybe even a big dog like you’ve always wanted. My wife won’t ever have to be the sole provider for me again, I can give her everything she wants. Even kids.” He continued. He’d been having an especially rough time at home lately, as he wanted nothing more than to give his wife kids like she wanted, but they just weren’t in a stable financial place to provide as parents.

“Yeah,” Noa said doubtfully. “One day.”

Clapping pulled Noa out of her thoughts and she realized Ashton had just finished speaking. He beamed at her and she gave a smile with equal enthusiasm back. Amanda cut into her sheetcake and passed it around while the office celebrated.

After about an hour, Ashton sent everybody back to work. Noa stepped in her own office and rolled her eyes when she saw a pink sticky note on her keyboard.

You look lovely today. Congratulations on the partnership.

-Jack

“What?” Noa asked, pulling off the sticky note in confusion. She thought it would’ve been from Luke again. Her computer lit and a message from Ashton appeared on the screen telling her there was something for her in his office.

“Your lawyer is flirting with me, Irwin.” Noa said when she entered Ashton’s office, dropping the note on his desk.

“Are you sure that isn’t meant for me?” He joked.

“Funny. What do you have for me in here?”

“I think one of Hemmings’ consultants or lawyers left this for you. It was left on the boardroom table. I don’t know, I didn’t look to see what it is.” He replied, handing her another sticky note. “Trade.”

“Ha, yeah, you can have Jack’s. I don’t want it.”

“He’s a pretty good looking guy, Noa.” Ashton said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“He’s so boring, Ash.” Noa said “Have you ever had an actual conversation with him? Outside of business? He’s like a robot.”

“Okay,” Ashton replied in a singsong voice, “If that’s what you really think.”

“Robot, Ashton.” Noa repeated as she exited his office.

The sticky note Ashton had given her were actually two sticky notes, she discovered when she sat at her desk once more.

Noa,

She peeled the two sticky notes apart, discarding the one that only said her name.

If looks could kill

(I am referring to both your ensemble and those glares you love to give me when I’m not giving you your way)

-Luke

She shook her head, amused, and shot Ashton a message on his computer.

Noa: Your business partner is flirting with me, too.

Ashton: Are you also sure that one is not meant for me?

Noa barked out a laugh, closing her messenger and getting back to work, the sticky note from Luke forgotten on her desk.

#luke hemmings writing #5sos writing #5 seconds of summer writing #5sos CEO AU #CEO!Luke #hemmatron #by yourbitchingirlfriend #sticky notes

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shelookssoaverage · 9 years ago

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Surviving Camp Silver Lake

A Hop, Skip, and a Stumble Down Memory Lane

Think back to the summers before you were old enough to drive; you didn’t know everything and your parents were still the coolest people you knew. Instead of smart phones and late-night parties at your friend’s parents’ beach house, you spent your days swimming at the local pool, shooting hoops in the park, or riding around the neighborhood on your Razor scooter or princess mermaid bike, the handlebar tassels streaming in the breeze as you cut around the corners of your development. And if you were really lucky, your parents sent you off to sleep-away camp, where you would learn to build the perfect s’mores, make bracelets out of beads and multi-colored lanyard, and create memories to last a lifetime.

Now flash forward a few years. You’re seventeen and in desperate need of cash for college; sure your parents are doing everything they can to help out, but tuition is expensive and those student loans aren’t going to pay themselves off. A camp brochure comes for you in the mail, glossy photos of smiling faces staring up at you as you turn it over, curiously. ‘Camp Silver Lake: Your Adventure Awaits!’ it proclaims in bold, block letters. Though you had long surpassed the cutoff age, it appeared they forgot to take your name off the mailing list. You go to throw it out, but something catches your eye, making you stop in your tracks.

On the floor is a small, folded sheet of white paper; it must have slipped out from inside the brochure. You pick it up to get a better look and realize it’s a note. Inside, it says:

Silver Lake Alum! Hope this message finds you well. We are looking for summer help! If interested in a counselor position, please give us a call and apply today!

A phone number and website link are printed below, along with a penciled in smiley face. You remember the good times you had at Camp Silver Lake when you were younger; all the friends you made and the fun you had together. And just like that, your mind is made up and a small spark of excitement ignites in your chest. In a few weeks, you’ll be returning to your childhood home-away-from-home. But will it all be just as you remembered, or have things changed?

Only one way to find out.

A/N: Here’s a little intro of sorts. I was working on chapter one earlier (which will be in Michael’s POV). Hope you’ll check it out once it’s up :)

@zxhood, @thehemmatron1996, @merryrainbowmarshmallow

#5sos summer camp #5sos fanfic #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5 seconds of summer writing #5sos blurbs

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luke-hemmings-blue-eyes · 9 years ago

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I'm going to try and get some writing done this week/next week and hopefully post some requests during the holiday!

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos writing #5 seconds of summer writing #5sos blog #5 seconds of summer blog #5sos writer #5 seconds of summer writer #luke hemmings #michael clifford #calum hood #ashton irwin

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muekclemmingss · 9 years ago

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SEND ME SOME PROMPTS FOR WRITING.. ANYTHING YOU WANT - BLURBS, IMAGINES, MLT, SMUTS :)

FIRST 5-10 PEOPLE WILL GET NAME-PERSONALIZED ONES! SEND THEM IN, ILL DO THEM LATER TONGHT

#5sos writing #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer writing #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #calum hood #5sos blurbs #5sos images #5sos smut

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cliffordintoxication · 9 years ago

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Masterlist

Luke:

• Toxic // Series

• We’re Having a Baby? // AU

Calum:

• I’m Gonna Be a Dad? // AU

• Workouts // AU

• Dangerous Love //Series

Michael:

• I’m Sorta, Kinda Pregnant // AU

Ashton:

• I’m Pregnant, You Idiot // AU

• Not That Kinda Girl // Series

5sos:

• Notorious // Gang Series

Requests:

See, I’m Smiling // Luke

Call me, Sir // Calum

Favourite Shirt // Calum

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fancyharry · 9 years ago

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summary; luke wants to chase after something more in life, but realises that sometimes it is life that gets in the way of the important things

word count; 2.8k

i’d like to say sorry in advance :-)

It had only been one afternoon. An afternoon he had walked in from the cold and painfully nippy autumnal streets to set down his workload while his dutiful assistant brought him a steaming mug of coffee despite his requests for no one to enter the dimly lit room, with the pictures and calendar full of important dates blurred in his mind. The corporation had been thriving; the print on the fresh sheets of paper indicating wealth and a fine honesty that he guaranteed every client as they each explored the use and privilege of working alongside his company, what with its high values and recommendations above all others in the country, perhaps even the entire continent.

His motivation had been simple at the start. Spite. Doing things no matter how daring and unusual for his younger character, being one of the rogue Hemmings men who would be expected to take up the role of a stereotypical stock boy working within the town; a fraction short of a nobody, and the opposite of anyone who even attempted to make it in the ‘real world’. Anything the Hemmings boys had tried, failed, and what with their previous generations already leaving Luke’s father and two brothers very little to live off of, they had no other choice than to follow in their footsteps to end up working at the old mill factory on the outskirts of the small town. A two-dimensional stock-boy was expected to keep his head down and his mouth shut, and while Luke’s mother wanted him to give up the work he so mechanically churned out minute by minute as the gruelling thought of working most nights also weakened his stamina and beliefs that he truly had deserved to end up there, they both knew that the family needed the extra income and a third boy in the mill meant more benefits for the family.

His future had apparently been pre-destined since his parents married and moved into the tiny home on the corner of the street with barely enough bedrooms to fit their 3 growing boys. It had been a struggle, and at the back of his parent’s minds, Luke had actually been a ‘little surprise’ that caused them to go from a functioning surviving family to one which relied on newspaper coupons and hand-me-downs. But they coped. and obviously wouldn’t change anything about their five-person family for the world. Family was important, but in his town, the Hemmings were never going to become much. They would survive, but not thrive in any industry. The three boys, nearly all men now, already had a long winding future ahead of them, however, each time anyone who told Luke or his brothers to stay safe with this reliable yet feeble income and take a reality check every now and then, only spurred him on further. His ideas lifted him up and out and soon enough he had made it through to his first official meeting in a dollar store suit and his graduation tie, which had at one point, been his father’s and brother’s before him.

Then it was the money he was motivated by. Once he started earning a steady cash flow from a tiny box room, for himself, his part-time secretary and the two graduate office workers he knew from debate class all those years ago, he branched out to compete with those in the industry further and further up the business ladder, until literally he and his building had hit the top. The skyline of the city night had never looked so bright with his name in lights atop the tallest building. Second hand clothes and worries about money were no longer an issue and the future that was held in place for him was slipping away. He had done a fine job avoiding the literal doom and gloom his ancestors once had faced before him. Luke Hemmings had changed his fate, and things were finally looking up after being looking down upon for his entire life.

As the CEO of his new company, and bringing in tens of millions of dollars each year through hundreds of workers within his own personally tailored and constructed building in the middle of the largest city in the state, he could support his family, the ones who had scrimped and saved and loved him for his whole life. But he longed for more. He hadn’t been one to shy away from a party, the ones thrown for no other good reason than to show off how much the hosts could spend lavishly on such material and useless items that he had barely seen on television let alone in real life, and in such high quality and quantity.

He would still leave alone at the end of the night - or in the early hours of the morning, usually - leather coat in hand, magenta and plum coloured hickies decorating his neck from the women he would pay to stay at his table as to not appear as lonely as he felt when arrived back in his house. Turns out, purple just wasn’t for him.

His maid could agree, as she would prepare his monochromatic bedroom each evening before watching him succumb to more than his fair share of beer, the bottles haphazardly and messily being left scattered across the second floor of the grand building he could barely call a home, as he would slouch around switching the television on and off and on again, as though maybe this time he could find something to satisfy the craving he desired deep down for keeping his mind sane, and the attention he longed to give to someone that would truly care. Mr Hemmings wasn’t the type who needed to settle down in fear of his life getting out of control. Oh no, he had that much control contained within himself already, at least its potential. Rather, he craved company, longed for someone he could come home to, and have the relationship his own parents had in their little house full of every other trouble under the sun other than the unconditional love and support they provided to one another and their three boys.

His next motivation that he’d had for keeping his work a priority, was finally the one which he was looking for, preventing it from being just a 9 to 5 job that he could control whenever he needed to, yet still hardly at leisure since his free time consisted of staying around at bars and waiting for something to happen, for life to nudge him in the right direction or for a tragedy to occur that would change his fate in the blink of an eye and when he least expected it. Everything became difficult when someone was left alone, he realised.

He had met you in the car park of his office building when the cash machine wasn’t working and your crumpled five dollar note refused to cooperate with the cash slot. Insert him taking your money, in exchange for a twenty, telling you to ‘keep the change and you can use it for the coffee date we’re going on tomorrow at the Kings’ Corner down the road.’ You hadn’t expected the quiet and quaint little building he met you at, to fit him so well as he’d walked in and greeted all the staff as though they were his greatest friends. How he shrugged off his suit jacket and loosened his tie as he ordered two drinks, pulling his wallet stuffed with notes out and going to pay.

He can’t remember whether it was your eyes, or the fact that you told him to put his money away, adamant to pay with the extra fifteen from yesterday, that made him fall in love with such a selfless and beautiful being as yourself.

You had taught him humility and humbleness and love; things which his mother admired when she met you, as they were the same family values she had instilled and taught in the Hemmings household, and desperately hoped that Luke would have continued despite such a vast change in lifestyle. It calmed the new set of worries she held for her baby, from worrying about food and money and when he was bullied at school for 3 years, now to his health and happiness now as he was making it on his own in a much richer albeit scarier world. You seemed to have the same idea.

Luke just knew something was right about all this, about how you were going to have found each other regardless since your Uncle worked in the old mill and was a friend of his brother’s. He couldn’t exactly put into words how he felt; every time he saw you thank the maid, or walk downstairs in the shirt he’d pulled off off his broad freckled shoulders after a busy day at the office, or cried when he bought you expensive gifts because ‘oh my gosh no Luke it’s too much!’ and especially when you held his newborn baby nephew for the first time. He felt complete and finally of worth and yet it was an emotion he could never quite grasp the true meaning of, or even take a moment to explain (it would take every single word he could think of and more) but oh my gosh was it always there alongside you and him in every moment you spent together or when he thought of you.

It was being scared in his deepest darkest thoughts at night, and loving every second of the day he spent with you. It was introducing new traditions and leaving the past behind (where it rightfully stayed, he thought). It was something new and brilliant and yet something so familiar that he strongly believed he had been longing for you - his missing piece to the puzzle that was slowly coming together finally after years of odd spaces and wrongfully rounded edges - for his whole life.

And he had everything. Cars, a luxurious mansion to call home, with more buildings and villas all over the world, even a maid to help around the 12 bedroom estate, equipped with further staff including a chef, a driver, and a whole team of gardeners who were easily paid more each day than their friends were in one month. Luke Hemmings had millions to spare, and yet he devoted all of his time and money ensuring that life was going to be easy for you. You were deserving of so much more than him and he had no intentions of letting you slip through his grasp.

Nothing made him tick like you, an ironic comparison to his own clock which had been previously counting down the hours and minutes he strongly felt that he had left, before he assumed he would die alone surrounded by a couple of friendly gardeners and his own mother, with no ring on his finger to match his favourite watch, or any small children running around and making the large establishment a perfect and happy mess. No, before you, he would question why he got up to do what he did in the morning. Now, he had to provide for you and he spent every waking moment he felt necessary in the office to help with just that. He would clock in and out exactly when planned, and arranged meetings weeks maybe months in advance just so he’d know when he would once again be able to relax and feel at home in your arms during a blissful week of mornings and kisses and afternoons and take-aways and the most wonderful lustful and loving nights, after slaving the entire month prior off, just to get this one week of exhilaration, to really feel you, adamant to keep proving his terrifyingly eternal love to you. For you.

Being known for the most successful man on this side of the globe had it’s consequences, but you had never expected for one such as the ring he produced in the fancy restaurant rented out privately for the two of you one night, worth tens of thousands of dollar and accompanied by Luke’s voice uttering nervously ‘wow baby you’re just it for me, i need to be your husband so i can be the most successful man in the world in every way...I know there’s competition for all of that, but darling with you by my side then nobody can compare their life to mine...it would be too perfect if you said yes to being my wife and make me the happiest man on the planet’

However now his motivation now receded considerably as he would refuse to turn up to work two months before the wedding had been scheduled for. And even weeks prior to the biggest event since Mr Hemmings announced that he had a new and much more personal partner in his life. He had only turned up to sign whatever he needed to, churned out work and gulped back 3 black coffees before heading home. His brain constantly telling him to do certain parts of his daily routine over and over, because if he does go home he’ll have to face the reality of a pristine clean rug and your untouched shampoo and the pillow scented from all your lazy beautiful mornings with your engagement ring resting atop the dark purplish urn in the centre of the mantlepiece. A reminder that no matter how far he went, his doom had always been facing him in some form or another.

He much rather would’ve remained in the mill and suffered daily, than to watch his soulmate crash into a car on their way to his office, gaping in shock and frozen still from the twenty-seventh floor as the whole event proceeded ito occur in his terrified gaze in slow motion. The speeding car from the other direction, you waiting patiently at the traffic lights, ready to turn one last corner to enter the private car park of his office building. Ready to pick him up to tell your parents of the new addition you needed to keep quiet about until after the wedding. But instead, a smash, a horrifying and deafening collision and bodies and fire and Luke Hemmings discovered he was never meant to have his world complete. Striving - or struggling - along,was what the Hemmings boys did best.

Finding time through being alone as a single CEO, as he runs the small paper mill establishment on the side, it reminds him of the times that he used to have before you, somehow hoping that what he had been experiencing in his lavish luxury as the head of the company was some lucrative dream still locked inside the innocent and hopeful mind which had produced the ideas he’d scribbled down on scraps of paper at the younger ages of 17 and 18. He visits the mill often, managing to keep former workers and their sons employed and paid at a decent rent. He doesn’t know what else to do. You’d taught him how to be level-headed and fair, and family was always an important part of his life; having a mother figure so supportive and loving in his childhood years and even until this point, what with his brothers and dad having raised him to stand tall and proud in the town despite their reputation; the home and family he found in you, and the little one kept as both your secret, the beginning of a family of his own.

Remembering the days the funeral, he hand’t been surprised to find the paper mill’s small logo printed on the order of the funeral service that he’d crushed up in his hands until they cut in jagged places, just as they did when he was still young and vulnerable to the inner workings of the machinery of the mill thus explaining the countless paper cuts on his first months on the job. But they came to heal, and in time Luke would find that they would do so again; this time helping his hands and his heart.

As he now left his office building, after this final short-lived attempt at work of the week, he headed towards the pavement of where the accident took place only weeks beforehand, swallowing nervously as the chant of the closing prayer of your funeral service filled his ears, only to be replaced by your laugh, then your soft voice, and finally the comfort he’d felt holding you in his arms. With a bandaged hand he moved forward, loosening his tie and heading over to place a small card beside a vast array of flowers illuminated by the blossoming and gentle lilac sky which cast a fond blanket of comfort over the city. Purple had never been quite his colour, but if those shades of love in the sky, tinted with silver clouds had anything to do with you, then he could maybe make that change.

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5sosxtrashx · 9 years ago

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Unneeded Part 11

“OH HELL NO GET OUT!”

Just hearing those yells i knew that Brooklyn had finally arrived. Brooklyn was also one of our fellow sister but she and Jill have a strong dislike for one another since Brook was known to usually one up her.

“Y/n called me to get her so where is she?”

Now thinking about it, it wasn’t a great idea calling Brook since Jill would probably start throwing my luggage at her. As I grabbed the spare bags i kept hidden from Luke i quickly repacked my belongings it was quite evident that Brooklyn pushed passed by Jill to get inside which caused the loud shouts again. In a few minutes a tall ginger opened the door to my room as I could see Luke holding Jill back in his room.

“Hey there sunshine!”

“Hi Brook, do you mind helping me out with these things?”

It took us a while but we managed to pack everything from this room and left it the way it was found before i inhabited it. As we grabbed the last bags we made our way towards the exit but not before Jill gave Brooklyn a disgusted and I an apology. My only response to her was pursing my lips together and kept walking as Luke grabbed the bag out of my hand. I turned to snap at him but he just walked behind brookyln just helping out.

“Y/n I’m sorry, it was before the whole baby thing. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine Jill, i just need some space to think but thank you for your accommodations.”

She nodded and i went out the door to walk down the 23 stair cases to reach to the main lobby. Unlike Jill, Brooklyn is insane enough to own a car in this reckless city. She opened the back of her BMW to place the remaining of the luggage and made her way to the driver seat as Luke stopped me before entering the passenger seat.

“Can i still see you?”

I rubbed my arm as i reminded him that we will have to see each other again for the final hearing.

“After that Y/n. I want to be involved with the child’s life even if you don’t want me to be with you.”

“I’ll let you know okay.”

“Y/n you can’t do that! I’m the father of our child.”

“I know Lucas I’m not completely heartless like you think i am. Just give me some time to make this work.”

Just before he could say something else i pushed passed him and entered the car. Brooklyn turned the engine on to leave until Luke knocked on the windows which Brook lowered to let him speak.

“Please take care of her and the child.”

Brook turned to me with widen eyes as she just received the news about me being pregnant. She numbly nodded at Luke who just pursed his lips and went back inside and so we were off to her place.

“You didn’t say you were pregnant y/n. Mind i ask who the father is?”

“You just met him Brook.”

She nodded in acknowledgment as she parked inside the garage her building offered their residents and called for one of the doormen to help carry all the luggage to her penthouse. Now as she told me she lived up by the roof i mentally began to cry thinking of all the stairs that i would have to climb up. We entered the main lobby where it was nicely carpeted in red smooth fabric and the railings of the staircases were a gold color. There was a nice little ding in the lobby to inform us the elevator was working and running.

“Oh thank god.”

Brook turned to me with a warm smile and began to laugh as we stepped inside when she realized that the last month i did not have the luxury of a working elevator.

“Don’t worry Y/n, you and your adorable child are going to have great living here.”

“Thanks Brook, I don’t think of staying long though so you will have your penthouse to yourself again.”

It would have seemed that she should have been relieved but her once twinkling green eyes dulled. She shook her head and began the speech about staying as long as i wanted and to take my time with everything. The elevator finally stopped as the doorman began to place my belongings inside one the many guest rooms she had.

It would be a lie if i said Jill’s place was nicer but Brooklyn lived in such a luxurious place, it was so huge that it was quite unbelievable only one person resided in it. The whole place was filled with windows that allowed a beautiful city viewing at all times of the day as there was a glass door that allowed us to go to the balcony where it seemed the place Brooklyn has her barbecues and rest in her jacuzzi. I knew i shouldn’t be to surprised by Brooklyn’s home since her parents were co-founders of Microsoft and she was worked as in international business affairs so that means she was able to travel for free.

“Thank you Albert for the assistance.”

The doorman excused himself before he left us alone.

“I’m glad you are here Y/n, it gets really lonely up here.”

She took a deep breath before motioning to me to follow her to my new room. After she oped the black glassed door we entered a quite luxurious modern bedroom that had a kind size bed, a walk in closet, huge windows that had the view of Central park and its very own bathroom.

“I hope you like it, if there is any problem with this room i can always change you to another.”

“NO BROOK! This is way too much, thank you.”

She quickly gave me a hug and placed her hand on my belly as i saw that little spark in her eyes return. It was obvious she was so alone in this world since her parents rarely see her and she didn’t even have the time to go on dates. Regardless if she did they wouldn’t ever be very emotional since she as well had the same beliefs as I, which is probably why we both get along so well since we understood each other. Though she was only two years older than Jill and I, I saw that she needed a companion.

“I’m making dinner! It’s been a while since i always have take out because no one comes here so don’t judge me if the food sucks.”

I laughed at her hard attempt to make me feel more than comfortable as she scurried to the kitchen to prepare the meal, leaving me here to unpack the suitcases i had. It only took me a couple minutes to unpack my little clothes but as i returned to the closet again i finally realized there was a little bar in there with comfortable seats surrounding it. This place was something that i was definitely not use to.

My phone began to buzz from the other side of the room but once i finally got there the call ended. The dark screen didn’t last long as the phone began to buzz again with Luke’s caller ID on it. I bit the little corner of my bottom lip hesitant to answer.

“Hello”

There wasn’t any noise on the other side of the line, it was just annoyingly silent.

“Luke? Hello, are you there?”

It took a while until i heard him cough and respond back.

“How is it over there? Are you okay?”

I nodded but realized that it was quite dumb since of course he couldn’t see my actions.

“Yeah, it’s amazing here actually.”

“Have you had any nausea, dizziness?”

“No, i’m quite healthy Luke. Listen don’t worry about it, Brook is taking extremely good care of me.”

“Where are you?”

“Don’t worry about it, believe me we will eventually bump into each other.”

If he only knew that i lived right by his office but it was better to stay discreet for the time being.

“Y/n you are making things impossible.”

“I know but i love that you are being extremely patient.”

He began to laugh from the other side which made me close my eyes shut and just take in his warm laugh and tried to memorize every little pitch in it.

“Jill is still upset about it you know.”

“Yeah but I need time to forgive her.”

“Of course, well um i’ll let you rest. Good night y/n, love you.”

“I love you to Lu.”

My heart raced as i suddenly realized what i had said.

“Wait what did you say? Y/N”

I quickly hanged up the phone before he asked any more questions that would dig me into a bigger whole than i needed to be in. My mind kept replaying that stupid slip up over and over again. Well if anything it was a clear mistake and didn’t mean anything. Of course it didn’t mean anything.

I turned to head to the kitchen but Brook was leaning against the door and nodded to confirm that she heard everything.

“Well it turns out that you are capable of saying those words huh.”

I shook my head and passed my head to get some food for my famished body.

“It’s not bad y/n. Don’t neglect yourself from something that can bring you happiness. Believe me it sucks to be alone.”

I observed her as she placed some rice and lettuce in my plate with some chicken as well. She looked so sad as she said it as if it gave her actual physical pain for neglecting this idea of “love”.

“Do you believe it Brook?”

I saw her as she sat directly in front of me with her meal.

“Sadly i have never experienced it but i’ve seen a lot in my travels and let me tell you y/n, it really does exist. You just need to find the right person that is able to make your heart race.”

Luke said the same thing to me the day after i had moved in and we both were on the coach watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S and pigging out on the junk food that was laying around.

“Though if you still don’t want to accept it Y/n it’s your decision baby girl.”

“Thanks Brook.”

She gave me such a childish grin as she stood up again and motioned for us to eat in the living room while we began to watch Sex and The City, such an iconic movie for women like us.

oops it’s really short but i’m sort of running dry

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shotsoftruth · 8 years ago

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Sticky Notes, a Luke Hemmings AU

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Part 2

Noa’s eyes tore away from her computer screen as her office phone rang and she reluctantly picked it up. “Hey Rhonda,” She said before the secretary could get out a word. “What’s the 411, little mama? Did you see that garish paisley tie our boss walked in wearing this m-“

“Very funny, Noa. Mr. Irwin wants to see you in his office.”

“Damn, I’m in the zone right now. I’m getting so much done, I’m on fire.”

“Now, Noa.” Rhonda said, although Noa could detect her trying to conceal her amusement on the phone.

“Be right there.” She sighed, hanging up the phone and saving her document. She stood from her desk, exiting her own office and walking across the hall to Ashton's. His peripheral vision caught her movement and his eyes flicked up to meet hers. He shot her a quick smile and nod and she pushed the sliding glass door to the side and stepped into the modern office.

As soon as she slid the door to Ashton’s office shut behind her he gave her a guilty look. “You’re going to hate me.”

“Shit, Ash, what now?”

“Luke Hemmings has agreed to meet with me.”

Noa raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s a good thing, right?”

“But only if my lovely consultant joins us.”

“Amanda?”

Ashton gave Noa a look that essentially told her to shut up without having to say it out loud. “My head consultant, Noa Lexington.” He clarified.

“That’s so unnecessary.” Noa whined. “Can’t we just get Amanda to do it? She’s on the consultant team, we could just say we didn’t know he meant me. Come on, she’s pretty, I’m sure Mr. Hemmings would have no problem with it.”

“The company needs this. Please, Noa? For me?” Ashton begged. Noa let out a doubtful sound from the back of her throat. “Fine. For Ella? If this falls through I can only provide a better life for her.”

Noa nodded rapidly at the mention of Ashton’s adorable two year old daughter, who he’d brought to work a few weeks ago and spent the entire day coloring with Noa. Whenever Ashton’s wife would walk in with the girl, Noa would make funny faces at Ella when her mother wasn’t looking. When Mrs. Irwin noticed her daughter giggling so much, she’d shoot Noa a teasing accusatory glance, at which Noa would feign innocence.

Noa absolutely adored Ashton’s family, and he knew that while she’d say no to him, she could never resist when he threw his little family in the picture.

“Fine.” Noa snipped. “When is he coming?”

“In about five minutes.”

“Jesus, Ash!” Noa gasped, bolting out of Ashton’s office only to return about two minutes later to drag one of his chairs behind the desk so she was sitting next to him.

“Did you just go fix your lipstick?” Ash questioned, noting the not quite dry red matte painted on her lips.

“I just ate a sandwich.” Noa said. “The aftermath didn’t exactly have my face ready for an important meeting with our high and mighty CEO friend.”

"Fair enough.” Ashton nodded. “But there’s some on your teeth.”

Quickly, Noa pulled a compact mirror out of her pocket and started wiping at her teeth as Ashton’s office phone rang. “Rhonda? Yes. Okay. Send him in.”

“Noa Lexington,” Luke said as he entered the office. “So nice to see you again. And you must be Ashton Irwin.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hemmings.” Ashton said, holding out his hand. Luke shook it before taking a seat. “You’re from down under as well?” He continued, referring to Luke’s accent which was similar to Ashton’s. The blond CEO’s eyebrows raised in surprise, and, if Noa’s eyes didn’t deceive her, a little bit of excitement.

“Sydney.” Luke replied shortly.

“Really? So am I.” Ashton continued. Luke nodded, clearly wanting to continue the conversation but also in impatient, most likely for his next meeting. “Sorry,” Ashton continued, detecting his suddenly hurried aura. “Please sit. And sorry for keeping you waiting.”

“You’ve been busy, I hear.” Luke replied. “But this is a matter I need fixed. Why are all of my employees quitting to come work for you?”

“My business is growing rapidly, Mr. Hemmings, and I offer your employees things you won’t.” Ashton said simply.

“But why my employees? Why not steal them from anybody else?”

“Because, Mr. Hemmings, I knew a big shot businessman like you wouldn’t give my small but quickly and successfully growing business a second glance otherwise. And I like your employees. They work hard and I need people like that.” Ashton shrugged.

“Oh? And why do you need my company’s attention that badly?”

“I think our companies should partner up.”

Luke threw his head back and barked out a laugh. “Why would I do that, Mr. Irwin? How would my company possibly benefit from it?”

“Like I said, my company is growing. It will continue to grow, and before you know it we’ll be competitors. Rather than risk both our businesses over a rivalry, you solidify my company’s future by partnering and then benefit from it as it continues to expand.” Ashton explained. “Besides, how many other successful companies would you be able to partner with so close to home? I don’t know about you, but getting on a plane every week to New York doesn’t sound pleasant to me. I’m your best bet in Boston.”

There was a pause and Luke looked genuinely impressed. “Miss Lexington,” He said after a long, palpable silence. “Will you please get me a coffee? Black.”

“I’m not an intern.” Noa replied in disbelief. Ashton swiftly kicked Noa’s shin under the desk and she hissed in pain, glaring at her boss. “But, yes, I can. Excuse me.”

Noa stood from her seat, straightening her back and lifting her chin as she waltzed out of the office. She slid the door shut, making sure to leave about a centimeter of it open before hurrying to the break room and pouring a to go cup of coffee. When she arrived back at the office she knew Ashton could see her out of the corner of his eye, but made no indication of it. Diverting his attention to her would notify Luke of her arrival, as his back was turned to the glass door, and she knew Ashton wouldn’t risk cutting the conversation short. He would look at her when she could come back in. She leaned into the door without bumping into it, listening in on the conversation as best she could.

“You’re in the management industry, Irwin. Hemmings Records is a record label. How could my company possibly benefit from this?” Luke’s muffled voice sounded.

“We’re both in the music industry, Hemmings, and you haven’t partnered with a management yet. Artists need management, and if we partner, you’ll know exactly who your artists are going to for that.”

“People will be less likely to sign if they don’t have a choice in management, especially when it’s a company so small. It’s risky.”

"Your company will continue to thrive even if mine doesn't. You know that."

There was a long silence and Noa groaned internally, tired of the suspense. After what had to be more than a full minute, Luke's voice sounded again.

"You've got yourself a deal. But if you screw anything up, ties between the companies are cut. Got it?"

"Of course."

“I’ll have the paperwork to you in two days.”

Ashton nodded, looking up at Noa as he did so. She entered the office again, setting the coffee on the corner of the desk nearest Luke on the way back to her seat.

“Thank you Miss Lexington,” Luke said, wrapping his hand around the to-go cup. “I’m afraid I’ll have to be going. I’m glad we were able to come to an agreement, Mr. Irwin.”

“Likewise, Mr. Hemmings.”

Noa and Ashton watched Luke exit the office before she turned to her boss. “So!? What happened?”

Ashton beamed, pushing back his chair and swiveling in it victoriously. “We got it!”

“Yes!” Noa screeched, launching out of her chair in excitement. “Finally! I never have to see him again!”

“Noa, we’re partners now. You realize this means we’ll be seeing him more than ever, right?”

Noa stared at Ashton blankly for a minute before letting out a long groan. “I am never doing anything for you again. Ever. In my life.” She said, stalking toward the door.

“Thank you!” He called after her.

“Whatever,” She replied as she threw open the door. "And that tie is horrible, orange paisley is disgusting." She commented out of spite before exiting and going back to her own office, though she heard his amused laugh at her immature remark as she closed his door. On the door of her office was one of her pink sticky notes, handwriting scrawled messily across it reading ‘See you soon, Miss Lexington. Looking forward to it. -Hemmings’

Noa scoffed, ripping it down and throwing it in the trash on her way in. “I’m not.”

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#luke hemmings writing #5sos writing #5 seconds of summer writing #5sos CEO AU #CEO!Luke #hemmatron #by yourbitchingirlfriend #sticky notes

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imagine--that · 9 years ago

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But imagine Michael dating someone colour blind. Like them only seeing shades rather then colour so she doesn’t necessarily notice right away when he has changed his hair and ‘sorry Michael it’s just grey to me’ or her being red green or blue yellow colour blind. Him walking In with red hair and her thinking its green or black and his smurf hair looks green. And how cute Mikey would think it is and I can just imagine him coming in and being all 'what colour is my hair now’ with a big grin on his face or him still asking what colour he should do next only to get confused when she says red but really means green and he 'doesn’t dye it the colour she chose’

#5 seconds of summer writing #5 seconds of summer blurb #5 seconds of summer imagine #5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos imagine #5sos writing #5sos blurb #Michael Clifford #michael clifford writing #michael clifford blurb #Michael Clifford imagine

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caitlin-the-fandom-writer · 9 years ago

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Take a look over here!

Okay so I have been working on a super cool writing thing and I want to know which one you want first so If you would go take the poll for that it would be fantastic thank you!!

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bananashemmo · 9 years ago

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Wicked Games (5SOS - Part 20)

A/N:

I cannot believe that this is the final part of Wicked Games! I just want to thank everyone for liking/reblogging/voting and messaging me about the fanfiction. It’s been awesome to write this because it’s a lot different than the usual fanfictions :3

Wicked Games MASTERLIST

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 //Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 // Part 17 // Part 18 // Part 19

WICKED GAMES ON WATTPAD

“Wait, wait you have to explain that again, I’m not quite catching up!” Calum laughed out in the air and clasped his hand against the cold beer wrapped around his palm. His eyes were squeezing in laughter and his mouth was round and big, giggles coming out of it repeatedly.

“I’ve just explained it all to you!” I fought back and rolled my tongue around the opening part of my own beer, the lovely taste exploring my mouth as I took another sip of it.

“I still don’t get it. The more you explain it to us, the more it gets so genius and twisted. I fucking love it.” He responded and looked back at the LA city in front of us. The tour bus was parked close to the woods and on the top of a cliff where the view to the whole city was right in front of us. I was wrapped up in one of Calum’s hoodies along with a blanket to prevent the coldness creeping onto my skin. We were both sitting on top of the roof of the bus with two chairs, and beers in the hands.

“So Lance had it all planned for you? Like when we were out doing business you would sneak around the tour bus?” He asked and I nodded my head. “I explored everything when you guys were out. It was the best way to do it. Though I can’t even recall the amount of times where one of you would catch me.” I said and placed the beer onto the ground.

“Such as?” Calum asked with a smile and I raised an eyebrow.

“Well Luke was the main cause for me discovering where the drugs were. He saw it on the floor as well and told me he was the one taking them. Of course he didn’t know at that point that I knew about the drugs already so he had to cover up for you guys.” I explained and cuddled more into the blanket to create heat.

“What about me? Did I do anything to prevent you from doing what you were doing?”

“Not really. There was one time when I had to remove the trackers from the phones. If you hadn’t been awake like me I would have gotten the chance to remove the tracker and then we wouldn’t be here. I don’t even wanna imagine how things would have ended then. It was the main reason for you guys getting saved.” A small smile appeared on Calum’s lips.

“And the scar on my back? Not only did I run away from the hospital without ID.. I actually took out my stitches on my own. Pretty hurtful.” Calum’s face turned into horror as he stared at me wide eyed. “What the fuck Y/N?” He exclaimed and almost took the blanket off me to see the scar but I stopped him. “You said it looked dramatic. Of course it did when I caused it on myself.” I shrugged my shoulders with a smile and he looked at me breathtaking.

“You literally are one of a kind.” He stated and I cocked an eyebrow at him to continue.

”Selling drugs, huh? I never thought I would find a girl who was a sneaky little bastard just like the rest of us. You’ve been running from drug dealers trying to kill you, managed to kill a Mexican in order to save Luke, pulled out your own stitches and the biggest one; Fooled the four of us. I’ve always been underestimating women but totally show difference.” He was looking up at the sky with a smug look and his eyes adverted towards mine.

“I totally judged you when I first met you.” He added and I looked at him with a curious expression. “I thought you were the it girl that was all into fashion and literally so far away from the drug industry as possible. That snobbish girl, though you are completely different. It amazes me to see how different people can change your perspective on them just as soon as you get to know them.”

“Well I did have prejudices about you too.” I admitted and he looked more curious than before. “What prejudices?” He questioned both nervous but interested.

“When Lance introduced me to this mission, he told me a few facts about you guys. He actually warned me about you the most literally because he thought and stated you were a womanizer. He also banned me from having sex on the tour, not like it was something I had in mind. He said you were the ladies’ man, who could get every girl wrapped around your finger.” Calum’s eyes turned wide by my words and he shook his head in disbelief.

“To be honest I’ve been with a lot of girls but it’s been a hard time trying to commit them with this thing. Dating hasn’t really been my option because telling them I was in the drug industry wouldn’t really be accepted, no shock though.” He defended himself and I nodded my head. I totally understood him.

“Actually..” He said after some while and looked down at his feet.

“Actually?” I repeated his word and sat more up in the chair.

“Even with Lance’s statement, have you noticed that I haven’t had any approximation with any other girl since you came on the bus. I have barely called my mom. The main focus has been on you.” Blush hit my cheeks instantly and the gesture made butterflies appear in my stomach, though I couldn’t prevent the small “Ew” that escaped my lips as an answer.

Calum laughed instantly by my reaction and moved a few strands of hair away from my face. Even though he didn’t know me, he did somehow. Even if I had been playing along all this time to be someone else I still showed the real me. That was a clear benefit for me when going on drug missions with these guys. The fact that they didn’t have to learn different behaviors from me was satisfying.

“It’s cute, Hood.” I said after some silence and his cheeks turned red and a warm smile appeared on his lips. He leaned forward towards me, and pressed his head against mine. To prevent anything from happening I placed my hand in front of his mouth and his eyes went wide. In reaction he kissed the palm of my hand instead of my lips and I couldn’t prevent the giggle coming from my lips by the affection.

“Yo, fucking lovebirds. The Mexicans are waiting for us not far away. We’re all waiting for you down here so if you could quit the blowjobs it would be great!” The voice of Michael yelled and I couldn’t prevent the redness from my cheeks increasing around the skin since they could hear everything from down below with the roof window open.

Calum and I looked at each other with cheeks hollered so we could prevent our laughing and we both stood up from our chairs. I bowed down to grab my hair and put it into a hair tie but when I moved my head up again I was met by Cal standing with his face right in front of me.

He pecked my nose twice and pressured something cold into my stomach. I looked down to see the waiting gun and I took it out his hands with a smirk waiting on my lips. “Let’s see how you work on the other side, Y/N.” He smiled and took out his own gun from his shirt. I glanced at him with a confident look and watched him head towards the stairs to get down.

“This is totally a part of these wicked games isn’t it?” I said and wiggled my eyebrows at him.

“It is. And I can’t wait to see you show your real competences Y/L/N. Welcome in the 5SOS business.”

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