You were just going to bed when your phone rang, your boyfriend's contact name appearing on the screen.
"Ashton?" you asked into the phone.
"Hey just listen to me. you have to do what I say, it's important"
"Okay?" You said, frowning.
"Go to my bedside table and open the drawer with the key in my pillow case" you opened Ashton's pillowcase and stuck your hand in, moving it around until you felt something cold, jagged and metal. You pulled out the key and used it to open the drawer.
"Okay, now what?"
"I need you to take the package in there and deliver it for me"
"What?! Ashton, no! You promised I would never get caught up in this gang shit"
"I know baby but I really really need this to be done. The guy who ordered it will kill me if it's late. Please do this for me, baby, please" Ashton begged. You frowned and tried to ignore the gut feeling you got that told you to lock the drawer and get into bed.
"Ugh fine" you said reluctantly, standing up and pulling on some jeans and one of Ashton's T-shirts before grabbing the package. "Where do I have to go?" you asked, walking down the stairs and grabbing the keys to your house before exiting the warm embrace of the building and stepping into the harsh slap of the wind.
"Under the bridge near the rose pub. You'll meet a guy there called Luke Hemmings. Now listen carefully: When you meet him, you treat him as if he's the king. Be polite, don't slouch, do what he says when he says it and don't talk unless he's asked you a question. Don't mention your relationship with me - if he asks why you're there then just say that I asked a favour of you. I don't need these people using you against me. Don't demand anything in return for the package. If he just walks off then don't ask him to pay. When he's walking off, you turn and walk off too. And most importantly - don't look him in the eye"
"Why not?" you asked, frowning.
"because I'd rather my girlfriend didn't end up dead" you sucked in a breath and looked up, the bridge coming into view. "I'm nearly at the bridge, Ash" you said.
"Okay, I'll have to go. Just remember what I've told you and you'll be fine. I'll see you at home babe"
"Bye, Ash" the phone line went dead and you shoved it in your pocket, before making your way down the path that lead underneath the bridge. You reached the path that ran next to the water, under the bridge and out the other side, walking along it and looking up to see a figure slouched against the wall of the bridge.
You walked up and stopped close to the figure. His head snapped round to look at you and your eyes met his for a millisecond before your gaze went to the floor. "Who the fuck are you?" He asked with a growl.
"y/n. I've got your package" you replied.
"I didn't ask what you were doing, I just asked who you were" he spat at you, walking closer. "Who sent you?"
"Ashton" you replied.
"Give it to me" you reached your arm up, holding out the package, and you saw his hands come up to it and take it. He pulled it out of your grip then stuffed it into his pocket. "Why did Ashton send you?"
"He's doing another job" you replied, trying to fight the temptation of looking into Luke's eyes. "So he sent you instead?" you nodded. "Use your words" he demanded, his hand connecting with your face.
"Yes" you replied, your voice shaking as you turned your head back from where it had jolted when he'd slapped you.
"Typical Ashton, getting others to do his dirty work. But sending his girlfriend, I didn't think he was that stupid" your gaze zoomed up to meet his, shocked that he knew who you were.
But then you realised your mistake.
You had looked into his eyes.
"Oh, you really shouldn't have done that, princess" he growled.
The next thing you knew, Luke had grabbed you and was pushed his fingers into the pressure point in your shoulder, making you pass out, your knees buckling underneath you. Luke swept you up into his arms and carried you to his car, a smirk plastered onto his face.
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So some people on tumblr wanted me to make a series out of this but idk...
