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Luke
Age: 16
Y/N sighed as she sat down on the playground, two miles away from the school. Her two male bestfriends had convinced her to skip the remaining classes of the day.
It was about 11:45, meaning there was only three hours and fifteen minutes left, but she felt sick to her stomach. This is nothing she's ever done before and it's way out of her comfort zone.
"Come on (Y/N/N). Loosen up!" Brad, one of her bestfriends, yelled at her, gripping and shaking her shoulders. She mumbled some incoherent words, sighing.
"My dad is going to be pissed if he finds out." She didn't have to worry about her mum, mainly because she didn't have one. Yeah she had one, but she gave Y/N up when she was a baby to Luke.
"He wont and you'll be fine." Adam commented, giving the girl a small smile. She knew, somehow, her dad would find out.
About two hours later, she was running across the playground away from Adam who was chasing her as they was playing hide-and-seek to pass time, till school was over so they could go home.
She tripped over the mulch and tumbled onto her knees.
"Fuck!" Brad yelled, seeing her trip. They both ran over to where she was now laying, cradling her bleeding knee.
"Y/N, are you okay?" He panted.
"Does it look like I'm fucking okay?" Y/N yelled, grasping the attention of some bystanders. Two so happening to be her dads former bandmates and still bestfriends, Michael Clifford and Ashton Irwin, who ran over to the bleeding girl.
"Why aren't you in school?" Michael asked the teenager, him knowing she ditched.
She didn't reply to the older man.
"Alright, up we go little Hemmings." Ashton sighed, picking up his bestfriends only child. He placed her in the back of his black SUV, Michael jumping in the front seat. She bit her lip, muffling her whimpers as the blood ran down her leg.
"Mike, open the glove box. There should be some napkins." Ashton commanded, the slightly younger guy. He opened it and grabbed the napkins and handed them to Luke's daughter, who immediately pressed them against her knee.
They pulled in the Hemmings' driveway, Michael jumping out and knocking on the front door.
"Mike? Ashton? What are you doing here?" The still blonde, but older guy grumbled.
"You may want to come and see this." Michael sighed, twiddling with his fingers then motioning toward the car where Ashton was standing, looking at the crying Y/N. Luke followed Michael to the car, gasping when he saw Y/N.
"What happened and why aren't you in school?" He asked, picking her up out of the car, carrying her inside, and laying her on the couch, before pacing back and forth.
"We found her at the playground with those two boys she hangs around with.. You know, Aaron and Bryant?" Ashton stated, looking at Luke, who was now crouched down beside his daughter, looking at her leg as she whimpered with pain. Luke corrected Ashton, telling him it was 'Adam and Brad'.
"Dad, it hurts. Bad." She cried out, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"I know babygirl, lets get it cleaned up." He sighed, picking up his teenage daughter and carrying her to the bathroom where he sat her on the sink.
He walked back out, grabbing some medical supplies before walking toward Ashton and Michael.
"Thanks for bringing her back guys." He said, hugging the two older men.
"You're welcome Luke. She's like our own." Ashton giggled. All three of Luke's former band mates watched Y/N grow into the sassy teenager she is now. But she's never skipped a day in her life. She's always been a straight A+ student and never accepted anything less than an A.
"Don't be too hard on her, okay? She's a good kid Luke." Michael said, placing his hand on Lukes broad shoulder.
He mumbled an okay before the two left the Hemmings household. He dashed up the stairs, cleaning his daughters leg.
"I'm sorry dad." She sighed, cuddling into his side as they laid on the couch watching reruns of their favorite show, How I Met Your Mother. It was one of the things they had in common, along with their taste in music.
"It's okay but you're grounded for two weeks." He said sternly to her.
"I expected that." She groaned, making her dad laugh at her.
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