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He Rescues You From An Abusive Relationship - Luke Hemmings

You winced as your boyfriends palm struck your already stinging cheek. You had learnt not to scream out in agony - it only made him worse.
"Let's get this straight, shall we?" He yelled, "your little friend Luke does not come here, understood?"
You gulped and nodded quickly. If you hesitated then your only reward would've been a black eye.
"Say it, bitch." He spat at you, his foul breath fanning your cheeks.
"I won't let Luke come here. I'm sorry," you said timidly. Anger sparked inside you, but as usual you ignored it. It's not like you could fight back; he was bigger and a lot stronger than you. You would end up dead.

---

"[Y/N]!" You heard his voice call from behind you. You turned slowly and saw Luke jogging towards you. You sighed. God he was beautiful. His eyes gleamed when he caught up to you and you internally groaned. Why weren't you with Luke instead of your dickhead boyfriend? Oh yeah, because
1. You were too afraid to leave Jackson and
2. Luke would never like you. Ever.
Luke's band, 5 Seconds of Summer, had been recording their 2nd album in the studio where you worked for a couple of months now, and you had gotten to know the band pretty well. Especially Luke, who you used to go to school with.
You loved work - it was your main escape from your awful home life. Plus you adored music, so getting to listen to it every day and helping record it while getting paid was a dream come true.
You smiled at him, forgetting about your agonising cheek. That seemed to happen a lot with Luke - he made the rest of the world fall away; you forgot about everything apart from him when he was around. You hid the pain pretty well but he still saw.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he gently cupped your cheek in his hand and turned your head a little.
"What happened?" He said quietly, running his finger over the darkening bruise.
"I... I just walked into a wall. It's nothing. It doesn't hurt that much." You lied.
He knew you were lying. You could tell from the way his face shifted from hopeful to disappointed. He had hoped you were going to tell him the truth. Which meant that he knew. Or at least suspected.
You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off.
"C'mon, let's get to the studio," he said monotonously, dropping his hand as he did so.
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"Babe, the band I work with in the studio need me to go with them to the other side of London next week. It's for one night, is that okay?" You asked Jackson. You were proud of yourself for managing the whole question without stuttering.
"You can if I get to go too." He stated. You knew that would be his response. A fake smile spread over your lips and you nodded.
"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way."
"What band is it?" He asked. Oh no. This was the only thing that you needed to keep a secret until when you were in the hotel - you were sure he wouldn't hit you there.
"It's... It's 5 seconds of summer." You told him, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Luke's band." The familiar snarl was already working its way into his tone. Shit.
"Yeah, Luke's band."
"I don't like you speaking to him."
"I have to, I work with him a lot. Plus I've been friends with him for a really really long time; they only picked my studio because Luke knew I worked there so it would be really rude not to speak to him." The amount of courage in your voice shocked you and, going by the expression on his face, it shocked him too.
"You don't speak to me like that you little bitch."
And just like that you were face down on the floor, an aching pain searing through the left side of your face.
"Stand up!" He roared, grabbing your hair and aggressively pulling you to your feet.
It wasn't long until his fist collided with your mouth, sending you straight back down to the floor. You whimpered quietly and held back the tears. Don't cry, don't cry, do not cry.
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"[Y/N] tell me the fucking truth, what the fuck happened to you? Who did this?" Luke yelled angrily. Tears dripped down your bruise-ridden cheeks uncontrollably and the cut on your lip tore every time you opened your mouth to allow your lungs to grasp at the oxygen. It was increasingly difficult to breathe, especially since Luke seemed majorly pissed at you.
"I... I fell. It's nothing, Luke," you choked.
"You fell and gave yourself a black eye, a fat lip, cuts and more bruises than I can count? Bullshit."
Your head fell into your hands and the tears poured from your stinging eyes uncontrollably.
"[Y/N]... I just want to help." Luke whispered from next to you. You had no idea he had gotten so close. He wove his arm around you and pulled you into him tightly, rocking you slightly as you continued to cry on him.
"You can't help, Luke. He won't stop. I can't run away, he'd find me, Luke I'm stuck."
"I can look after you. I have bodyguards and I know how to fight well enough, especially if it's to protect you."
Despite everything, his words made you tingle. He cared.
"Come on tour with me [Y/N], you'll never have to see him again."
You felt like your heart was being ripped out. You wanted to go with Luke more than anything in the whole world, but you were scared. He would find you, you knew he would. You had attempted to run before, granted it wasn't to another country, but still. And what if Luke decided that he didn't like you anymore when he was spending all of his time with you? Then you would be left with nothing.
"I really like you, [Y/N]... I always have. I can't stand to see you in pain. It rips away at my insides."
You gulped and pushed back the tears.
"I can't Luke. I'm sorry," you breathed. It was the single most difficult thing you had ever had to say, and the look in his beautiful eyes was too much to handle.
"I've gotta go. I don't feel great," you rushed, standing up and stumbling over your feet as you hurried out of the room and left the studio.
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"This is the key to your room, Miss [Y/L/N] and Mister Deveel. Enjoy your stay," the receptionist at the hotel said to you with a smile. You thanked him and turned to Jackson.
"Let's go," he said without so much as a smile.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Luke, so you hurried the two of you into the lift in order to keep your boyfriend away from him.
Hours later you sat on the edge of the double bed shivering as you waited for Jackson to return. He had left a while ago, and the only piece of information he had given you was 'I'm off to have a word with Luke.' You had pleaded with him not to go, but all that had gotten you was a bruise around your neck from where he had grabbed you when he pinned you against the wall.
Jackson returned with a smug grin on his face and in seconds you found yourself confronting him.
"What the fuck have you done to Luke?" You screamed, anger coursing through you.
"Don't you da-" he began, raising his hand to hit you. You dodged his hand.
"I said, what the fuck have you done?" Luke was the only person who truly cared about you; nobody was allowed to hurt him.
The surprise in Jacksons eyes soon turned to anger as you stared him dead in the eye.
"You fucking slut, don't you ever yell at me again or I will fucking kill you, you worthless piece of shit." He growled, spit coating your face as he moved closer.
His large hands grabbed your neck, cutting off your breathing almost completely, and he pinned you to the wall.
"Listen here, you pathetic speck of dirt, if you ever speak to Luke again, I won't only beat you within an inch of your life, but I'll kill him too. You got that?" He snarled quietly.
You nodded, unable to utter any words. All you wanted was to breathe freely again. He kept hold of you with one hand and struck you with the other, making you dizzy. He then threw you into the floor, your head hitting the coffee table violently as you landed. You were barely conscious but you managed to open your eyes. One of them was swelling rapidly so was practically glued shut, but with the other one you stared at him.
"What have you done to Luke?" You groaned. Blood trickled down your forehead where you had hit the table.
"I just threatened him a bit. Gave him a scare." He chortled, slamming the door as he left the room.
The second he left you burst out into painful tears and tried your hardest not to scream out in frustration and agony. You had lost Luke now. He would never speak to you again after this. You had to apologise to him.
You clumsily got to your feet and wiped the blood out of your eyes. The room was spinning and you felt overly nauseated, but you had to get to Luke. You had to.
You clutched onto anything you could as you made your way out of your hotel room, heavily reliant on the stability of the walls. You stumbled down the corridor, your vision blurring as a figure walked towards you. Jackson.
You turned back hurriedly, but you legs gave way beneath you. No. You needed to get to Luke.
"[Y/N]?" The person said. That wasn't Jackson's voice.
"Oh my god, [Y/N]!" The voice got closer. The figure loomed above you.

Ashton.

---

You woke up in a comfortable bed in an unrecognisable room, your head throbbing a little less and your vision clearer than what it had been. You blinked a few times, the brightness hurting your eyes.
"She's awake," a female voice said. Luke's face soon hovered over you, his eyes filled with worry and nervousness.
"Luke," you whispered in a hoarse voice that was barely recognisable as your own. Why did it hurt your throat to speak? And suddenly all the memories came flooding back to you. The inability to breathe, the bleeding forehead, the threats.... Everything. Tears were trickling down your cheeks before you could stop them.
"Shhh, [Y/N], I've got you. It's over now, I won't let him hurt you ever again. It's okay."
He held you until the tears stopped, and even then he refused to let go.
"What happened?" You croaked.
"Ash found you stumbling down the corridor with blood all over your face and he brought you back here to my room. We called the doctor and she has patched you up pretty well, I think the drugs she gave you are just starting to wear off now. She's coming back in an hour to give you some more though, don't worry."
"W-where's Jackson? He said he- he threatened you?" You stammered.
"He came by hours ago and yelled at me a little. I told him to fuck off and said that if he didn't stop hurting you then there would be some serious consequences. I don't think he quite understood what consequences meant, so he just sneered at me and left," Luke explained, "Calum called the cops on him about an hour ago, but I don't know what's happening. I refused to leave your side the whole time." He finished, stroking your hair gently.
"Y-you didn't leave me?"
"Of course not, [Y/N]. I... I love you." He admitted. He what? Now that you weren't expecting.
"Love me like a friend? Or like a pet fish?"
He laughed awkwardly. "Like..." He trailed off.
"Like this," he whispered, leaning forward and connecting your lips. You could hardly feel the stinging from the cut on your lip, instead you felt red hot fire burning inside you. This was the most intense thing you had ever felt.
He pulled back a little, the predominant look on his face back to worry, however the nerves were prominent as well.
"I'm so sorry, I forgot about your lip. I didn't hurt you, did i?" He whispered.
"Kiss me again," you said softly, and each nerve that had creased it's way into his face was ironed out smoothly, a beautiful smile now gracing his features.
"You're coming with me on tour, [Y/N]. Let me protect you," he said the next time he broke apart from your lips.
"There's nothing I want to do more," you told him, smiling properly for what felt like the first time in months.