Chapter 1: Date Night?

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-Violet's POV-

"You are my getwaway, you are my favorite place, we put the world away, we get so disconnected!" The 5SOS song played loudly down my ear, when suddenly it was interruped by my text tone. I sighed as I realised it was a text from my boyfriend Jason, reminding me to get ready for our date. I really didn't want to, but I had no excuses. I got up from my comfy spot on my bed and walked over to my wardrobe. I opened it up and observed the huge selection of band t-shirts. I decided not to wear one of those to a "date", and instead put on my black and red checked button up shirt, my black skinny jeans and pulled on my black converse. I then sat in front of my mirror and pulled my long black hair into a bun, making sure it was neat and spraying it with firm hold hairspray. After that, I did my makeup. Of course there was the usual stuff... concealer, foundation, mascara and a deep red lipstick, but I also applied eyeliner with a small wing and a pale colour of eyeshadow around my grey-blue eyes. I changed my gold nose ring for a silver one, and put in my scaffolding piercing. Then I put the stud in my tragus, as well as changing my lobe piercing to a silver ball. If you can't tell, I'm kind of obsessed with piercings, especially ear piercings. I sighed as I looked in thr mirror. There was a lot about me I would change if I got the chance... Including the relationship I was in.

I hated Jason, I hated being with him. He treated me like dirt. He claimed to love me, but he had sexually abused me many times, aswell as hitting me. I wanted to leave him so badly, but I had nowhere to go. I had moved to the UK when he pressured me to, and my whole family, and all my friends lived in the USA. He didn't let me talk to anyone at all apart from him, and it drove me insane. But if I spoke up, he hit me. I had tried leaving him, but he wouldn't let it happen.

I sat back on my bed, listening to my favorite band. Of course, this was 5 Seconds Of Summer. Sometimes their music was the only thing that kept me going.

Eventually the time came, and I heard his car beep outside our small flat. He had been out buying something, god knows what. I slipped my green iPhone 5c, that had a 5SOS case on, into my back pocket and headed to the front door. As I left, I locked it before getting into the passenger seat of his car.

"Hello, Violet." He said. Even his rough voice was intimidating.

"Hey." I said.

Without another word, he drove to a café. We were going on a "coffee date" I guess. We got inside, and he practically dragged me to a table, ordering my drink for me before sitting opposite me.

"I got you a gift." he said, handing me a small black box. I opened it up to reveal a silver bracelet. It was far from my taste in jewellery, and I especially didn't want to wear it with this outfit.

"Thanks..." I said, slipping the box into my small bag.

"Wear it." He demanded.

"N-no..." I stammered.

"Yes." He hissed, keeping his voice down so nobody heard. The arguing went on for a while.

"I don't want to Jason!" I said.

That was when he hit me. I felt the stinging pain in my cheek, and tears sprung to my eyes as he stormed out of the café.

I hoped nobody saw...

LUKE HEMMINGS POV

The lads and I had just gone back to the flat after being at the studio all day when they decided that they wanted some Starbucks, I didn't really know my way around London so I when I volunteered to go out and get the drinks, I ended up going to a Cafe that was close to the block of flats we were staying in. The sign outside said that they sold frappes so that will just have to be good enough. Nobody had recognised me - probably because I was wearing a pair of fully black ray bans and we weren't too famous in England yet. As I stepped inside the Cafe I walked up to the back of the long queue where there was around 3 people in front of me. After deciding to what to order I had a quick look around at my surroundings and that's when I saw it ....

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