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cashtonsangel · 5 years

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A Dangerous Game

Summary: You have been teasing Ashton all night, and Ashton has had enough (fem!reader x ashton).

Word Count: 3700

Warnings: its smut ladies and gents, NSFW

A/N: omg cindy writing? and she writing smut??? yeah even im surprised that i did this and the fact that i managed to write something is freaking insane anyways feedback is much appreciated

Tonight had been a game of cat and mouse for you and Ashton. There was you, the mouse, constantly trying to rile him up throughout the night as you teased him in every way possible. Then there was Ashton, the cat, quietly observing your every move, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on his prey and attack.

It all started back at your apartment as you were both getting dressed for your night out. In order for your plan to work, you knew you had to push every single one of Ashton’s buttons tonight. Seeking out the most alluring dress in your closet, you did your hair and makeup so that they would accentuate your features and drive Ashton mad.

You barely got out of the house once Ashton got one look at you, but with much convincing and reassurance, the two of you made your way one of your favorites spots downtown.

When arriving at the club, you started off small, not wanting to push him too far yet. Little things such as your hands lingering a couple seconds longer than necessary and holding his gaze for a beat longer than you were suppose to rile him up at the beginning of the night.

As the night when on, your advances were more forward and brazen. Cupping his ass, grinding your body all over his, and intentionally avoiding all his is advances, you did everything in your power to push Ashton to his limits.

And after the fifth time you denied his kiss, Ashton had had enough.

Roughly gripping your hips, he pulled your body closer to his before you felt his warm breath by your ear.

“I know what you’re doing, doll, and I hope you you’re ready to pay the price.”

A chill went down your spine from both fear and excitement. Spinning around so that you were face to face with your boyfriend, you placed sloppy kisses along his jaw line up to right under his ear. Roughly sucking on the sensitive area, Ashton let out a sharp breath and loosened his grip on your hips.

Taking advantage of his distracted state, you slipped out of his harsh grip and walked towards the exit, but not before whispering one last thing in his ear.

“Bring it on.”

With his long strides, it didn’t take long for Ashton to catch up to your retreating figure. Walking out of the bar hand in hand, you both flagged down a lyft and got into the backseat of the car.

Wanting to push Ash to the edge, you placed your hand on his knee, rubbing gentle circles up and down his thigh, adding pressure every time your hand got near his bulge.

Leaning close to you, he nipped your ear as a warning, “you’re playing a dangerous game, doll.”

You could only smirk in response and slowly inched your hand closer and closer to the zipper of his pants. Before you could get anywhere close, Ashton roughly grabbed your hand, preventing you from wandering and further.

“Don’t.”

The rest of the ride back to your shared apartment was filled with thick tension. Ashton’s grip barely loosening through the entirety of the drive, not trusting you for a single moment. He knew you were up to no good, and judging by your act tonight, he knew you would take opportunity you could to drive him up the wall.

Both of you sat stiffly in the lyft knowing that any small slip up would lead to something you both would regret in the morning. The tension could be cut by a knife, and even your driver could feel the thick air between the two of you. The driver tried to drown out some of the tension by blasting the music, but it did little to ease up the atmosphere.

Once you arrive at Ashton’s house, the both of you swiftly climbed out of the car with Ashton gruffly thanking your driver. Fumbling with the keys, Ashton managed to finally open the door after a few tries, and you both rushed in.

Haphazardly discarding his keys and jacket on the ground, Ashton roughly pushed you against the wall adjacent to the door, and your hands found his waist to try and steady yourself from the rapid movement. His lips nipped and sucked on your neck and jaw leaving marks all over your exposed skin.

“You’ve been such a fucking brat all night, doll. Teasing and dancing like that all night. What do you have to say about that, hmm?” He punctuated each of his words with a nip or a sloppy kiss.

“I- uh- I,” letting out a breathy moan, you could barely form a coherent sentence, overwhelmed by Ashton’s distracting lips.

“What’s that, doll? I don’t quite understand.” There was an air of arrogance in his voice, knowing exactly why your words were stuck in your throat.

“I’m waiting,” pausing his assault on your jaw, his lips ghosted your ear before harshly sucking on your sweet spot located right below your ear causing your knees to buckle. The only thing keeping you upright was Ashton’s body pinning you against the wall.

Moving down your jaw, Ashton’s lips danced around your cheeks and chin, covering every inch of you face with his lips except for where you want them the most.

“Ash,” you whined, trying to get his lips on yours by guiding his head with your hands. Before your hands could even make it up to his shoulders, they were roughly pinned to the wall by his.

“Nuh uh. You’ve been such a fucking tease all night, and now that we’re home, we are playing by my rules. Is that understood?”

He didn’t give you any time to respond before his lips latched onto your neck, surely leaving marks all over.

“Now, I believe I asked you a question, doll. And I’ve yet to receive a response. You know I’m not the most patient man. Why were you being such a brat tonight?” he reiterated, determined to elicit some type of verbal response.

No words escaped your mouth. They couldn’t. The only sounds that you were capable of at the moment were soft cries and whimpers every time Ashton nipped at your sensitive skin.

Your breathing was labored, and your mind was foggy. There were just way too many sensations on your body. Ashton’s soft lips caressing your skin, his silky shirt pressing up against your chest, his rough pants rubbing against your thighs, and his cold rings biting into the skin of your hands. It was all too much.

“No words? That’s a first for tonight, huh. Looks like you’re not so tough now, are you? Not when there is absolutely nothing stopping me from pulling you over my lap and making you regret your every move tonight. Am I right, doll?”

Your breath caught as Ashton’s hands let go of yours as they started to travel the length of your body, roughly squeezing and pulling at your delicate skin. His eyes never once left yours as he hiked up the bottom of your dress.

You could only let out a whimper, barely able to concentrate on anything besides the intoxicating man in front of you.

“Nothing to say at all? Why does that not surprise me? You’re all talk, but the minute I lay my hands on you, you forget how to act. It’s such a shame really.” A smirk appeared on his face as he spoke.

Suddenly he stepped back, causing you to stumble forward as you tried and regained your senses.

“Go to the living room and strip, doll.” Without another word, Ashton turned towards the kitchen disappearing out of your eyesight.

Not wanting to dig yourself in an even bigger hole that you created, you followed his instructions. Quickly making your way to the living room, you had gotten rid of your heels and managed to step out of your dress before sitting down on the sofa, waiting for Ashton to return.

As you waited, you reflected on everything that had went down at the bar. Your game plan had worked better than you thought. Ashton was rough and callous with you which is everything that you had hoped for, but now? Now you knew for a rough night. If Ashton’s demeanor moments prior had indicated anything, you knew it was going to be one hell of a night. And that thought alone sparked fear and need through your core. However your reverie was interrupted by Ashton’s rough voice.

“Looks like you’re quite comfortable on that couch.”

You shot up at the sound of Ashton’s voice, startled by presence. His voice alone shot a fire through your core as you started to imagine all of the possibilities that tonight would bring.

Your eyes followed his figure as Ashton made his way from the kitchen to the center of the couch. Sitting down and reclining back, Ashton looked relaxed with a beer in his hand. HIs eyes roamed the length of your body taking in each and every curve that he could feast on through the dimly lit room, making you feel absolutely vulnerable and exposed.

“Come here, doll.” Shuffling so that you were directly in front of Ashton, your eyes wandered on their own. Whilst in the kitchen, Ashton had managed to unbutton the top half of his silk shirt revealing some of his chest hair that you had grown to love. His hair was tousled from all the times his fingers had run through it. And his arrogant smirk that seemingly never left his face ever since the moment he had you pressed up against the wall. When your eyes met his, the sheer intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Ar- are you gonna get undressed?” Choosing to ignore his statement, you tried to sound confident, but the sound of your stutter just went straight to his head.

“No, I’m quite comfortable right now.”

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before Ashton spoke again.

“Get on my thigh, doll. You’ve been acting like such a needy little girl all night, so maybe if you get your fix, you’ll starting acting like a good girl that I’ve always thought you were.”

Your eyes lit up at his statement. You absolutely love riding his thigh. Although you’ve only tried it a couple of times, there was just something so hot and intimate about using Ashton’s body to get yourself off while Ashton just sat and watched.

Climbing onto the couch, you swung your leg over his so that you were straddling his right thigh. Lowering yourself down, the texture and the coarseness of Ashton’s pants rubbed against your sensitive inner thighs.

“Comfortable?”

Nodding, you eagerly awaited for Ashton’s go, knowing that if you started without his permission, things would only do downhill from this point on.

“Alright, doll. Go ahead.”

The moment the words left his mouth, your hips immediately started moving, grinding your naked core on the rough fabric. Wanting a little bit more support, you placed your hands on Ashton chest and leaned forwards so that each and every moment created friction between your clit and the fabric. However, your boyfriend had other plans.

“Nope, you didn’t think was gonna make it that easy for you, right? Hands behind your back and sit up straight. The only contact you’re allowed to have is your pussy on my thigh, that’s it. You are gonna work for that orgasm, is that clear?”

Letting out a whine, you were unhappy with his words. You wanted to touch his chest and enjoy this moment with him underneath your hands more than anything, and Ashton just ruined it with a few words. This was supposed to be an easy and rewarding task, but with these new conditions, it was going to be so much harder.

“You do remember this is a punishment, right doll? I am not going to tolerate your whimpers and cries until you’ve proven to me that you know how to act like a good little girl. You were being a fucking tease, and now you have to pay the consequences.”

You voiced your dissatisfaction, but otherwise complied with his demands.

Sitting up straight, you clasped your hands behind your back before continuing the rocking motion of your hips, creating the traction that you so desperately needed.

The first few moments were slow and calculated. Your movements were shy and unsure since you didn’t know what to expect from Ashton. Another twist could be hiding around the corner, and you weren’t sure if could handle it.

As you finally found an angle that hit your clit in just the right spot, your movements became more confident as you stop thinking and started living in the moment.

Minutes passed as you rapidly increased your pace once you had found a rhythm. Your eyes closed on their own accord as everything around you started to disappear save for you and your boyfriend. The sound of your labored breathing and wetness filled the otherwise quiet room.

You had felt Ashton’s eyes on your figure the entire time, piercing yours as he watched each and every movement completely entranced, his stare causing you to slightly exaggerate your motions to put on a show.

You could feel a knot slowly forming at the bottom of your stomach from your movements, and you knew it would take long for you to find the release that you were so desperately craving. Your hips were moving quicker and quicker as you came closer and closer to the edge.

The moans and whines that spilled from your mouth became louder and more persistent. Your movements became increasingly sloppier as you tried to tip over the edge, not caring about how you looked as long as you could find your release.

As you felt your pussy tighten, an indication that you were just at the edge, a pair of hand roughly gripped your hips ceasing all movements from your hips.

“Ash,” you whined, hopelessly trying to move against his grip, his hands squeezing tighter with your actions in warning.

“Tsk, tsk, stop before you get into more trouble, doll.”

“Ash, please? I’m so close, please. I’ll do anything, babe.”

“Hmm, as tempting as that sounds, this is supposed to be a punishment, doll. Letting you orgasm doesn’t sound like a punishment to me, especially this easily.”

As the knot in your stomach slowly dissipated, Ashton’s words started to register in your mind.

Worry crept up your spine. You knew this was too easy, and now you were anxious about what Ashton has up his sleeve.

“Ash-,” your words were silenced by Ashton’s finger on your lips.

“It looks like you’re having too much fun, doll, and I don’t think that’s fair. I mean you’ve were such a bad girl tonight, and now you think you can just come like that? Nuh-uh I don’t think so, doll. Don’t you think I deserve to have some fun too?”

Rapidly nodding, you knew once you gave into whatever he demanded, you would finally get the release that you were so desperately craving.

“Eager, are we? You haven’t even heard what I had to say,” humor laced his words, amused at your desperate state.

“Ash, please,” you whined as Ashton kept on stalling.

“Make me come first, and then I’ll let you have your release, doll.”

“How?” Looking up at him, you wanted to try and find his angle.

“Ride me.”

Those words make a shiver roll down your spine. Your body was already sensitive from riding Ashton’s thigh, and now you weren’t sure how you were going to hold your release back before Ashton’s.

But you wanted this. You needed this. This was your plan all along, to tease Ashton all night so that he would push you to your limits.

Climbing off his lap, you slid onto your knees between Ashton’s legs, careful to maintain eye contact with him the entire time, knowing that that would drive him insane. You reached for the buckle of his belt and carefully undid it before gently unzipping his pants.

Once the zipper was undone, Ashton hastily shoved his pants and underwear off his thighs and off his legs, freeing his cock from the fabric confines.

Grabbing his length, you worked your hands up and down feeling him harden beneath your hands, leaving no inch untouched. Your lips paid special attention to his sensitive head, swirling your tongue over his lips over and over again, eliciting a hiss from Ashton.

Smiling at his response, you removed your mouth and placed a teasing but gentle kiss on the head before trailing down his length.

“Stop playin’, doll.” Ashton managed to grunt out. His breath started to become labored by your actions and his fists were clenched. His eyes pierced yours in warning, wanting you to stop your teasing.

Obeying his command, you grabbed the condom that Ashton had conveniently placed on one of the couch cushions on rolled it onto his length before you slowly rose from your knees and straddled his frame. Stealing a quick kiss from his lips, you aligned his cock with your entrance and slowly sunk down.

The feeling of Ashton’s cock entering your slit overwhelmed all of your senses. Enjoying the moments, you wanted to savor the feeling of being stretched out and filled just a little bit longer.

“Move, please,” Ashton gritted out between his clenched teeth. Placing his hands on your hips, he tried to force you to move, but you just brushed his hands away.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly moved your hips, rocking them back and forth and up and down. Your movements were slow at first, wanting to make him briefly pay for his cruel punishment, but that resolve soon broke as need took over your body.

Throaty moans and grunts left both of your lips. The sound of your skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the house as Ashton’s hips began to meet yours halfway.

Blinded by all of the overwhelming sensations, you barely noticed Ashton’s hands making their way down to your clit rubbing and teasing you, making holding back almost impossible.

Your body was already stimulated from riding his thigh, so between Ashton’s rough thrusts and his fingers working their magic, it didn’t take long for you to feel the knot forming in your gut once again.

“Ash, fuck, Ash, I’m almost there. Fuck, I-,” you could barely form a sentence; your mind a jumbled mess.

“Not yet, doll. Not yet.” He punctuated his words with rough thrusts.

“Ash-”

“No, doll. Hold it- fuck, just hold it, doll.”

Letting out a whine, you were disappointed but still listened, trying the best you could to hold back.

Ashton’s movements became more and more desperate as he felt you struggling to keep your orgasm at bay. His fingers roughly dug into your hips and his thrusts became sloppier as his started to reach his edge.

With one more thrust, Ashton buried himself inside of you and came with a loud groan, and the feeling of his come filling you up sent you over the edge.

Your body leaned on his for support riding out your orgasm as Ashton’s fingers continued to play with your sensitive bud amplifying you pleasure.

Coming down from your high, you felt your boyfriend place a gentle kiss on your temple and mumble about how good you were in your eye. Raising your hips up slightly, Ashton pulled out and discarded the condom in the bin by the sofa before pulling your body closer once again.

Slightly pulling back, you captured his moving lips in a soft kiss expressing your gratitude for everything that played out tonight. It has exceeded your expectations.

Pulling back, you rested your head on Ashton’s shoulder as the both of you rested from your prior activities.

Once he regained a little bit of energy, your boyfriend stood up and walked to the bathroom with you still in his arms.

Setting you onto the counter, Ashton silently ran a warm bath for the both of you to relax your muscles.

When the temperature of the water was just right, you and Ashton stepped into the tub and tried to find a comfortable position.

Taking turns, you and Ashton created a rhythm going back and forth lathering and rinsing each other’s body. No words were exchanged during these intimate moments as you both savored each other’s presences.

All cleaned up, you drained the tub as Ashton stepped out to dry himself before wrapping the towel around you. As you dried yourself off, Ashton walked into the closet and grabbed a pair of shorts for him and an oversized t-shirt for you.

“Arms up, doll.” Shuffling over to where you stood, Ashton bunched the shirt up and threaded your arms through the sleeves and let the fabric fall to the top of your thighs.

Before you could even thank him, Ashton had picked you up bridal style swinging you back and forth while walking toward the foot of your bed.

Gently placing you on the bed he made sure you were comfortable before climbing into his side of the bed and pulled you into his side.

Pulling your lips in for a kiss, you couldn’t help but close your eyes and savor this moment.

Sure, you loved when Ashton was the overly confident asshole, but this tender side of him was your favorite.

You were the first to pull away, and leaned your forehead against his. Opening your eyes, you gazed into his gorgeous eyes and saw the immense love that Ashton had for you.

“I love you so much, Ashton.” You were the first to break the silence, hoping that your voice truly conveyed how much you meant those words.

The corners of his lips turned upwards as his grip around your waist tighten.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, doll. I love you”

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cashtonsangel · 5 years

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Old Records

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Reader

Summary: A look into the major moments in Luke and Y/N’s relationship

Word Count: ~5000

Warnings: fluff and angst all in one also a few curse words

A/N: hi friends im back with the a longass piece. i was inspired by a lyric, “Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records” from the song The One That Got Away by Katy Perry. Shoutout to @mysticalhood for helping me write some of the parts on this fic and editing it and overall just keeping me motivated. anyways i hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated :)

Music had always been a big part of your life.

It all started when you were little and your parents put on old vinyls, tapes, or the radio whenever there was a moment of silence. The soft sounds of the music from your parents’ record player filled your earliest memories. From dancing around the living room on your dad’s feet to belting out the lyrics to whatever track was playing, music was a part of your everyday life.

So when you met someone with the same love and passion for music, you couldn’t have been more excited.

Luke Hemmings was everything you could imagine and more. His passion for music was unparalleled, and his devotion to producing music that he was proud of was something to be admired.

It had been a rough day at school when you first ran into the tall, lanky boy. Your ride back home was late and wasn’t going to be here for another hour. Wandering around the hallways to kill some time, you had heard the melodic sounds of the piano from the end of the music wing. As you walked around to search for the source, you found yourself in front of a cracked door, watching his nimble fingers work their way up and down the keys.

It was a mesmerizing site.

The tall blond was playing a song that sounded vaguely familiar. Leaning against the wall, you close your eyes and let the music surround your body. Concentrating on the sounds coming from the room, you began to softly hum.

Gently leaning against the door, you were careful to not bump into it and disturb the piano player. You let the music surround your mind and body as the tension from the day evaporated from your frame.

The blond had a way with music. Just one look and anyone could tell that he was in his happy place, and you didn’t want to disturb him. You let the music take you to a state of bliss.

So engrossed in the music, you didn’t notice your foot slipping until it was too late. One minute you were enjoying the music and the next you found your face squished against the door as the door slammed shut.

The sound of the piano abruptly stopped as you muttered profanities to yourself, hoping and praying that you wouldn’t be discovered. Scrambling to get up off the ground, you saw the door gently crack open.

“Hey, you okay?” A concerned voice above you asked.

Closing your eyes in embarrassment, you wished that the ground would just open up and save you from this humiliation. After a few seconds, you cracked open an eye before hitting the floor in annoyance, disappointed that the world didn’t grant your wishes. Taking a deep breath, you saw an outstretched hand and reluctantly accepted it. Once you were back on your feet, you were met with entrancing blue eyes.

“Hey?” He raised an eyebrow expectantly.

Slightly shaking your head, you responded, “yeah, sorry about that. I really didn’t mean to intrude.”

“No, no, no, you’re fine. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be in this hallway this late. Not to mention lurking outside the door.”

You felt your face heat up at his words. Awkward silence filled the small hallway as you both didn’t know what else to say to each other.

“Hey,” “I’m-,” you both started to speak at the same time.

“Go ahead.” You told him.

“I was just wondering what you were doing outside my door, um, I mean, outside the door. Not my door. The door, this one, um.” He blushed as he stumbled over his words, pointing at the offending object behind him.

“I just heard someone playing the piano, and I was just curious- look I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” you rambled.

“You don’t need to apologize. You just took me by surprise.”

“I really am sorry, dude. It was just that it sounded so good. And when I saw you in there, it looked like you were in your environment, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

The blue-eyed boy smiled at your compliment as he looked down, rubbing the back of his neck.

“If you want, you can come in and listen to me play. I don’t mind. I mean, only if you want to though, you don’t have to,” he quickly rushed out the last part, not wanting to sound too eager in front a stranger.

Excited at the prospect of hearing more from the talented boy, you shyly nodded accepting his offer.

Opening the door even further, he made a grand gesture which made you giggle before entering the room. Finding a chair across from the piano, you set your backpack down on the ground and plopped down. Closing the door, your companion made his way over to the piano bench, his fingers slightly grazing the top of the keys.

“Oh, I don’t think I got your name.” He looked up from his place by the piano.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

“Well, nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Luke,” he played a quick trill on the piano, “and I’m glad you can be here for my private concert.”

Laughing at his joke, the awkwardness vanished from the room as you both bonded over your love for music.

Flash forward to a few months later, and the both of you had become inseparable.

Being friends with Luke was amazing. The two of you were constantly on the same wavelength, and it felt as though you both had known each other for years even though it had only a few short months.

In that time, you and Luke struggled to define what your relationship was. Everyone thought you were together, but neither of you thought it was important at the time to have labels for each other. But as time went on, more and more people starting talking, and Luke couldn’t handle it anymore. He wanted you to be his and for him to be yours.

After days of psyching himself out, Luke had finally built up the courage to ask you about your relationship.

It was like any other Thursday afternoon. Ever since that fateful day when you both first met, it had been routine to meet each other in the music room.

Setting his stuff down in the corner, Luke sat down on the bench and started warming up while waiting for you to come in.

You walked in a few minutes after Luke, quietly watching Luke as he worked his magic on the dull ivory keys. You could never get tired of listening and watching him play.

Sensing a presence in the room, Luke looked up to see you standing by the doorway, staring at him. Blushing, he scooted over to one side of the bench to make some room for you. Flashing him a smile, you sat down and began playing some of the chords that Luke had taught you the week prior.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey.”

“I-,” he paused, thinking about how he would bring the topic up, “I was just thinking about how we’ve known each other for awhile now. And uh-I-um, will you be my girlfriend, Y/N? I know this isn’t super romantic or anything, but I wanted to run it by you to see if you wanted to be my girlfriend, and you know, have me as your boyfriend before I made it public or something. I just wanted to make sure I’m reading what we have correctly. If I’m not, please stop me before I make an even bigger fool of my-”

You interrupted his babbling with a kiss on his cheek. A smile bloomed on your face as an ear splitting grin graced Luke’s face. Leaning your head onto his shoulder, Luke wrapped his arm around your waist and placed his hand on top of yours.

“That kiss and hug all meant yes, right?”

“Of course, you doofus.”

“Good.” He placed a kiss on your forehead.

The both of you stayed in that position for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s company before directing your attention back to the piano and the music that you loved.

Your relationship with Luke had been smooth sailing for the next couple of months.

About a year and a half after you and Luke had made it official, he and his bandmates made the move to London in order to try and make a break in the industry. They had been discovered and thrusted up into the limelight by one of the biggest bands in the world, and Luke had wanted to use their newfound fame to jumpstart their career.

It was hard to not be able to see Luke every day after school, but you both had learned how to function off of the late night phone calls and facetimes. Although it was difficult to find time between both of your busy schedules, you and Luke had learned to make it work.

Tonight was different though. Tonight was Luke wouldn’t be getting a call or a text from you. Nope, the international fees for your phone were way out of your budget for this impromptu trip.

When Ashton had called a couple nights ago telling you about Luke’s stress and frustration with the progress of their debut album, you had booked plane tickets without a second thought. You knew that Luke needed you at that moment, and if that meant flying across the world, then so be it.

The 24 hour flight was exhausting. It was impossible for you to get comfortable throughout the entire flight, so you got next to no sleep. Your eyes could barely stay open as you got off the plane, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get some shuteye until you were at Luke’s apartment.

As you were in the taxi driving away from the airport, everything became a little more real. You were going to finally see your boyfriend of two years. Up until that moment, everything felt surreal, but as you watched all of the unfamiliar buildings pass the window, your heart started to race at the thought of Luke.

Lost in thoughts, you didn’t even realize that you had arrived in front of the house until the driver had gently tapped your knee, shaking you out of your reverie.

Thanking him, you gave him the proper amount of money before grabbing your luggage and walking up to the front door. As you raised your hand to ring the doorbell, the door swung wide open revealing Calum, one of Luke’s bandmates.

“Hey, Y/N. I saw you pull up.” Calum gave you a small smile as he stepped aside, letting you into the house.

“Hey,” you greeted Calum with a hug once you had placed your luggage down. Taking on of your suitcases, he rolled it towards the on the hallways.

“How was the flight here?”

“It was rough, but I’m just glad I get to see my man after so long,” you shot him a tired smile.

“He’s been in his room ever since we got back home. He’s been like this for a while now, and the boys and I are starting to get a bit worried,” Calum explained as he directed you to Luke’s room.

“Has he eaten?”

“Yeah, he just takes his food into his room though, doesn’t ever eat in the dining room with us anymore.”

“Hm, okay,” you nodded in acknowledgment.

Once the both of you reached the white door that led to Luke’s room, you took a deep breath, and put your hand you the doorknob.

“Take care of him for me and the rest of the boys, yeah?”

“Always, Cal.”

Twisting the knob, the door creaked open letting a small stream of light enter the otherwise dark room. On the bed was Luke’s large frame, curled up on his side facing away from the door.

“Go away, guys. I’m not in the mood.” Luke’s voice was scratchy making it sound like he was crying.

“Babe?” You saw his body tense, recognizing your voice. Turning his head, his eyes met yours.

“Y/N?”

Gently closing the door, you walked over to the empty side of the bed and got in beside him. The moment you were in bed, Luke wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your shoulder. His grip on your waist was like a vice, not wanting to let you go in fear of you disappearing between his fingertips. Silent sobs racked his body as he cried into your shoulder letting out all of his emotions.

It broke your heart to see the love of your life so broken. You knew that it was hard on him to be so far away from home for such a long period of time. Being so young and away in a new environment seemed like hell to you, so you weren’t surprise at Luke’s weak state.

It wasn’t until about 30 minutes later did Luke’s sobs had reduce to a few tears and hiccups. His grip has slacked significantly, but his arm was still wrapped around your waist, making sure that your bodies were as close to each other as humanly possible.

“You’re here? In London?” Luke was the first to break the silence, his voice hoarse for the tears.

“Yeah, baby. Ashton called me a couple days ago, and I came as quick as I could.”

“I’m not dreaming? You’re not gonna be gone when I wake up right?”

You let out a slight chuckle. “No baby, I promise I’m right here in next to you, and I will be right here in the morning.”

“Promise?” Luke stuck out his pinky with a pout on his lips.

“Promise,” wrapping your pinky around his, you both brought your lips to the back of your thumb, sealing the promise with a kiss.

Breaking apart, Luke placed a soft kiss on your forehead and curled up against your body and fell into a peaceful sleep for the first time in months.

The next morning you woke up to Luke’s fingertips tracing patterns on your exposed skin, his eyes roaming your face, memorizing every single detail.

“Morning, beautiful.”

“G’morning, Luke.” You lazily pressed your lips on his.

“You’re really here. In London. Last night wasn’t a dream.”

“I am.”

“Did you sleep well last night, Y/N?”

“I should be asking you that. You okay?”

Luke let out a sigh, “yeah, I think I will be since you’re here with me now.”

You both spent the majority of the day in bed, but you felt as if Luke’s mood never really changed. Sure he wasn’t crying anymore, but he wasn’t happy and you wanted to change that. You wanted to see that bright smile that you were used to.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head. Wiggling out of his arms, you walked over to his small record player on top of his dresser.

“What’re you doing, babe?”

“Just wait and see, Hemmings.”

Shuffling through his collection, you found the specific one that you wanted. It was you and Luke’s album. The first track was what brought the two of you together, and you knew that playing it would brighten his spirits a little.

The soft sounds of the track filled the room as you made your way back to the bed. Crawling back under the cover, you turned your body towards Luke and saw that he had a soft smile on his face.

Wanting to be blessed with one of his million dollar smiles, you started belting out the lyrics in the most off key and annoying voice you could muster.

Your obnoxious singing granted you one of Luke’s hearty laughs, making you smile.

“I’ve missed your smile and laugh, Luke.”

“Well, I haven’t missed your terrible singing,” he teased.

Hitting him on the arm, you playfully pouted at his harsh words. “Hey! It’s not terrible.”

Chuckling, he responded, “whatever lets you sleep at night, sweetheart.”

Your week in London was amazing. After a couple of nights of taking it easy and just enjoying each other’s presence. Luke took you to go do all of the touristy things in the city. He took you to the studio and showed you off to all of his friends and made sure you got a special preview of some of the songs that they were working on.

The day that he had to take you to the airport was hard on the both of you but with both of your newfound energy and joy, you both knew that the other would be okay for the next few months.

But that wasn’t the case.

Ever since you got back from your London trip, you had been more aware of the distance that separated you and Luke.

The week that you spent with Luke was the most fun and happy you had been in months. It made you realize that you really weren’t okay with Luke being across the world. All the months prior, you had just managed to convince yourself that everything would be fine, but your perspective changed when you boarded that plane.

Luke wasn’t just a couple hours away, and he wasn’t away on vacation where he would be back in a week or two.

No, this was different.

Luke was more than a day’s flight away from you. He was across the world in an unfamiliar place, not for vacation, but for work. His stay in London was indefinite, and you had no clue how you were going to survive without knowing when he would be back at your side.

The thought of being away from the love of your life was constantly in the back of your mind. Whenever you were out running errands or just laying in bed, all you could think about was the fact that Luke was thousands of miles away rather than by your side.

As the days went by, the feeling of Luke not being at your side was eating away at your heart. You found yourself missing Luke’s presence more and more. You felt falling into a deep and dark hole, where nothing could brighten your mood. You would find excuses to not pick up Luke’s call. You would send short and curt texts. As much as you loved Luke, It didn’t feel right anymore.

You couldn’t do this anymore. Dragging out the relationship wouldn’t benefit anyone. As much as you loved Luke, you couldn’t be selfish and hold onto him forever. It wasn’t fair to you, and it certainly was not fair to Luke. He was out in London pursuing his dream, while you were back at home living a monotonous life. How could you love someone that was across the world living a completely different life?

Deciding that the best thing to do for both yours and his sake was to end your relationship, you had to make one call that you definitely didn’t have the heart to do.

Picking up the phone, your finger hovered over the call button. You knew that this was for the best, but why did it have to hurt so much?

You quickly pressed down on the call button, knowing that if you waited any longer, you would chicken out and delay it for another day.

As each ring echoed throughout your room, you felt your tears building up in your eyes. This was it. This was going to be the last of you and Luke whether you like it or not.

“Hey, babe. What’s wrong?” Luke picked up after the fourth ring, immediately noted your emotional state.

“Luke, I-,” your voice cracked as the tear in your eyes threatened to fall.

“What, baby? What’s up?” There was a sense of worry in his voice which squeezed at your heart.

“Luke, I- I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what? What do you mean?”

Taking in a deep breath, you tried to steady your breathing. “Luke, I’m breaking up with you.”

“Wh-What? Why? Did I do something?” Luke’s voice began to waver as the tears built up in his eyes.

You paused, choking back your own tears as you stated, “It’s nothing you did, Luke. I just don’t think that we can make this work any longer. We barely have time for each other as it is. I’m juggling school and a job, while you’re working on music. The distance doesn’t help either.”

“Y/N, I need you. Please, don’t do this. I can come home more often or even call you more often! I just don’t want to lose you. You’re my everything.”

The boys gathered around Luke’s door, hearing the conversation from their opposing corners of the flat. They quietly glanced in between each other with concern as it continued to unfold.

“I can’t-- I don’t want to be your everything if I can’t be in your arms whenever I want or just pop in on you to make your day because you’re two doors down,” you bursted into tears, “You’re not two doors down anymore, Luke. We aren’t the same people from the beginning of the relationship.”

Luke let out a deep breath, knowing that there was no way to change your mind. “I don’t want to say goodbye to you. You were the one thing that was supposed to stay constant.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You hung up, forcing yourself not to say those three little words while he was still on the call. “I love you, Luke Hemmings,” you mumbled, staring down at his contact as tears stained your face.

Luke sat down on the edge of his bed, placing his head in his hands as the tears freely fell to the ground. He looked around his room, remembering the short-lived moments you both had.

He was oddly calm for someone who felt as of their heart had been ripped out a beaten with a mallet.

Although you were the one to break up with Luke, the next few months were absolute hell.

You had become numb. It was hard for you to find motivation to do anything, even the most simple of tasks.

Sure, Luke hadn’t physically in your life for the last few months of your relationship, but this sensation was completely different.

You were completely alone now. Luke wouldn’t be there when you needed him. He wouldn’t answer the phone if you just needed to cry. He wouldn’t sing you to sleep whenever you were stressed. He was completely out of your life now, and that was one of the hardest facts to face.

After about a year of being apart, things started to look up.

You had moved to a new city, leaving behind all of the memories that Sydney once held. You had gotten a new job and found new friends that made you forget about your past. You had put your relationship with Luke into the past and had finally begun to move on.

Or so you thought.

It was a Friday morning when you had woken up and checked your Instagram for the latest news and gossip.

Mindlessly scrolling through your feed, your eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar face. Luke was beaming at the camera with an arm wrapped around his girlfriend as she leaned into him with an even bigger smile. You paused on the photo, noticing the glow that Luke had.

He hadn’t been that happy in a long time, and you could tell that he was finally moving on to someone that may treat him better than you.

Your finger hovered over the like button as if liking the photo would let Luke know you were happy for him. You wanted to be happy for him and show your support, but what if it brought more pain and sadness to him rather than appreciation?

You scrolled past with a shake of your hand, trying to forget about the ray of sunshine that infiltrated your feed for the first time in months. You thought that you were over it-- him-- but seeing him so happy with someone else only made your world feel smaller than it already had become.

You tried to ignore to ignore the picture and the pain that came with it. You didn’t want to dwell on the past; your heart wouldn’t be able to handle it.

In that case, you closed Instagram and took to Twitter. It had only worsened your mood with the pair already becoming a trending topic. Your Snapchat stories were not help either as Luke and his new girl became the talk of the world.

Everywhere you went. Every website you went on. Everything was plastered with pictures of Luke and his girlfriend smiling down at each other as if they were each other’s world.

You used to be the one he looked at that way, but you gave it away, fearing distance more than trusting your love to bring the two of you back together. Now, he gave his heart to another girl for her to cherish.

But what did you expect? You knew that this was bound to happen. You knew that he would eventually move on and find someone else. Someone else would be able to make him smile the way you used to. Someone else would be able to be his everything. It hurt to see him with someone else, someone that wasn’t you.

It hurt so fucking much.

As hard as you tried to forget about your relationship, it seemed like it was almost impossible. There was always something that was pulling you back to the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy that you fell in love with all those years ago.

You missed his boyish charm, his passion, and his drive. You missed everything about him.

Not being able to stand the sight of Luke with another girl, you turned off your phone and set it on the nightstand beside your bed to curb you urge to keep scrolling through social media and hurt yourself even more.

As you rolled over in your bed, your eyes wandered over your collection of records. Hoping that music could take away some of the pain, you got up and walked over to the shelf where you kept all of your vinyls.

Flipping through them, you tried to find one that would ease the pain.

As you were going through your collection, a familiar cover caused you to pause your actions. You pulled it out to get a better look of the worn out cover.

It was his favorite. He would spend hours upon hours listening to the album on repeat, telling you about how the artist had inspired him to be who he was and how they had influenced his own music. He could talk about them for hours and wouldn’t get tired, and you could listen to Luke talk for hours without getting bored. It was a win-win situation.

You loved that album too. How could you not? The first track was what brought the two of you together on that fateful day after school in the small music room. You owed everything you and Luke had to that album.

When you had ended it with Luke, Luke didn’t want the record. He had told you that it reminded him too much of you. It was a constant reminder of the good times, and he couldn’t have something that meant so much in your relationship with him anymore. It would ruin any chance he had at moving on.

Throwing away the vinyl was impossible. For some reason, a part of you wanted to hold onto a small piece of Luke, and you found that this was the only way that was fair to him. You knew that it wasn’t a good idea to keep the vinyl, but the thought of throwing it away pained you. The vinyl had so many good memories linked to it. It seemed like almost every happy memory was linked back to at least one of the songs, and throwing it away would be like throwing your happiness out the window.

Lost in your thoughts, your body started moving on its own accord, taking the vinyl out of its cover and placing onto the record player. Before you knew it, the soft sounds of the piano filled the otherwise quiet room. You knew you shouldn’t be listening to it, but your body had different plans.

Finding your way back under the covers of your bed, your head softly hit the pillow. Looking up at the ceiling, a few tears slipped from the corner of your eye as the familiar song covered up the sounds of your quiet sobs.

This was your life now. You were the one who let him go. You were the one that ended it. You were immature and selfish, wanting more than what he could possibly give.

Luke Hemmings used to be your everything. He used to be your one and only. But now, he was just the one that got away.

And that thought made your heart break all over again.

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