Something uncomfortable to do - 5SOS Luke Hemmings (completed)

Chapter 3

The psycho guard laughed at me and rised his left eyebrow. In fact, he did look terrifying and I was afraid of him.

"YOU are going to fight ME? Good luck silly girl," he giggled and I reached in my backpack. I deeply inhaled and took out a pocket knife that was sharp enough to hurt a person. I zipped it back while the man was watching me along with the rest of people in the room.

"Run when you have a chance," I whispered to the 5SOS guys and the plastic doll and then ran to the psycho. He must have been surprised since he didn't react at all when I reached him, punching him in the face. I managed to hit him one more time and the punch was luckily strong enough that he let his knife go.

"Don't. Underestimate. Me," I yelled while hitting his weakest points. But only one moment of not being cautious was enough that he grabbed my hair what led to throwing away my knife as well. I screamed in pain, feeling my hair being pulled out of head. He kicked my ribbons and I fell down, my knees directly on a sharp thing. Pain started waving through my body and I screamed again. Why did no one help me?

"I'm so sorry courageous girl," the bodyguard said while picking my knife up. Why did I have to take it out? I thought of my chances, seeing everyone getting rescued with the corner of my eye. I must have been begging them to help me cause Ashton suddenly squeeked, what made the man turning attention to him. A second was enough for me to get his knife and stab him in his muscular arm. Lots of blood was spilled down his palm in a matter of seconds. His fingers grabbed his wound freeing me. I jumped up, stabbed him again and before I could have done more harm we all heard the rest of security entering the room.

"Don't call me little, you fucker," I tried to said calmly but it was more of a whisper. Another three securities held him now, unable to move and I could see all the hatred in his eyes. I was hurt more than I thought I was. My knee was bleeding pretty badly, making me unstable on my feet. Also my clenches were bloody, I could barely make a fist. I totally forgot about anyone else since I had to focus on myself. After limping to the table I sat on it, putting my head between my knees, trying not to get my hair into my wound.

"Are you okay?" I heard a male voice asking me. I nodded and took my backpack in my lap. But a tanned hand took it away, suddenly cupping my head. I was staring at a wonderful pair of brown eyes that made me ignore my pain for a moment.

"I'm okay," I reassured again with a slight triumph in my voice. I might have felt like shit but this attack from a personal bodyguard and the way I saved them definitely made me seem like a good girl in the eyes of 5SOS guys.

"You sure?" Calum asked again, pinching my chin. I smiled a bit and nodded, reaching for my backpack in his hands. I took out my bottle with what was supposed to be cold water and sipped.

"Thanks," he added and knelt down to see my knee. "It looks pretty bad," he looked me in the eyes again and I shrugged.

"I'll take care of it. Where's the fucking first aid here?" I head Michael asking. A known feeling of triumphing waved through me again. They're worried about me.

"You saved our asses. Where did you learn how to fight? We all were so terryfied, we had no idea what to do!" a higher voice added. It was Ashton, panicking like a 15 year old girl.

"I thought we were dead, the guy was like mad," Luke sat next to me, crossing arms on his chest. "Thanks..." he furrowed his blonde eyebrows like he had no clue about my name.

"Megan," I finished his sentence. "It's no big deal, I had to save my heroes," I said simply. I hoped I wasn't exaggerating but based on the guys' faces they truly appreciated my saying. I spotted Michael coming back with a tiny blue box which had a red cross on. I streched my leg biting my lip in pain.

"Give me your hand, squeezing it will help you," Calum suggested and quickly grabbed my hand. his palm was a bit sweaty but it wasn't disgustingly sweaty. His long tanned fingers made a perfect grip around my small hand. But my right hand was grabbed by Luke, whose palm was completely dry but a lot warmer than Calum's. Luke's fingers weren't that long as well but all in all his palm was more comfortable to hold than Calum's. All this thinking was interrupted by Michael, who was washing my knee with some cold water. I strongly squeezed both hands, hearing some gasping from Luke but completely ignored it.

"This hurts," I squeaked and kicked Michael's arm away from my knee. He dropped it and took a step back, looking at it. After inspecting it he gazed into my black eyes.

"I think it's clean enough. Let me just put some cream and a plaster on?" he almost asked politely.

"You have to do that, Mikey!" Calum ordered and Luke agreed with him. I didn't feel comfortable with guys making my decisions for me but there was nothing I could do. I had to get under their skin and arguing wouldn't get me far. So I had to sit there for another few minutes while Michael was applying some healing cream on my wound and putting a blister on. During him taking care of me I was looking for Ashton and a plastic girl.

"Who are you looking for?" I heard from my left. I bit my lip and turned my head to Calum.

"Ashton and... Well, the plastic girl," I said unsurely. I didn't want guys to know how I called her. I heard Luke's laughter next to me and Michael stopped applying the plaster cause his hands were shaking due to giggling too hard. "What?" I added.

"You called her what?" Michael asked while trying to calm down, taking another plaster in his hands cause the first one was all ruined.

"A plastic doll, girl, whatever," I stated, expecting some judging from the guys. They looked at each other and simply nodded.

"Are you going out for a dinner with us? Not out-out but like... Ordering a pizza and eating it with us?" Luke asked. I opened my eyes widely, knowing what that means for my mission. The three guys probably took it as fangirling when I squeaked a high yes and they squeezed me in a hug.

"Am I missing a hug?" we heard the fourth guy coming to us, hugging us all like a dad. I felt nicely among them, almost feeling bad for what I'd have to do.

"She agreed with eating pizza!" Michael loudly announced for Ashton and I laughed quietly. Ashton found my tiny body and hugged only me. "I'm ordering it straight away, we still have an hour till the concert," Michael added, rushing through the door. I felt my mouth drool when thinking of pizza.

"Don't forget that Michael always gets the last slice," he whispered in my ear while giggling what called a huge smile on my face as well.

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A/N

I didn't write an author's note the last time but I admit I'm really glad I see so many readers here. I know 54 reads isn't much but it feels like a whole million for me. The next chapter is probably coming on Saturday since my friend from Poland is coming for a visit tomorrow (stopping on her way from the seaside) and I haven't seen her since last August. I truly hope you enjoy the story cause I'm having fun writing it. x