His broken beauty (a Luke Hemmings fanfic)

Anxious times

That afternoon I sat silently backstage next to Tyler as the guys ran around doing whatever. After Luke and I had talked I had changed into normal boot cut jeans and a tshirt and was now holding lukes jacket close staying completely quiet as lukes laptop played a random show from netflix my mind wondering everywhere. I couldn't stop myself from jumping when a large hand slapped against my shoulder. Zack quickly squatted in front of me apologizing but something in my head made me not hear him. I could see his mouth moving and his worried expression but my ears just weren't registering it even as he yelled something and Luke ran over. I quickly shrunk back as more and more people crowded around me getting scared and anxious hiding my face. It felt like my chest was collapsing in on itself. My breath being pulled from me faster than a pull chord on a lawn mower, or a jet speeding by faster than sound. My entire body shaking and achy. My heart pounding so fast im sure it was visible, and black spots began clouding my vision. "Heather... sweetheart hey, its just me baby its ok just breathe... " I heard him whispering softly after what felt like an eternity, his large calloused hands rubbing my arms gently. Slowly I opened my eyes, the black spots clearing, until i could see his crystal blue ones staring right back at me. "There ya go honey," he smiled softly sitting in front of me as I held his hand tightly in both of mine. His other hand gently brushing hair out of my face as the others walked away. "Sweetheart youre ok," he said softly "the doctors told me this may happen its part of your brain processing the shock of what happened, but were going to help you." I nodded and hugged him tight burying my face into his chest. "Its ok love. Ive got you I promise." His voice calming me instantly as I leaned into his side once he sat on the couch.

My eyes watching blankly as the others messed around getting hyped for the show that would start in the next hour or so. "Luke you can go with them ill be ok I promise." I said quietly playing with the soft fabric of the blanket alex had tossed on my lap after the episode. "Love Id rather stay right here and hold you close. Just keep you in my arms." Luke said softly pulling me closer to him rubbing my back softly. I simply nodded holding his hoodie closer and followed quietly as they got ready to go on stage for the VIP soundcheck. I sat on one of the large travel cases watching quietly as they trotted around playing a few songs and then went to the edge of the stage for the q&a. I wasn't paying attention and squealed feeling a pair of arms suddenly pulling me on stage.

Lukes pov

I couldn't stand seeing Heather so out of it and not being able to hold her. It was like my entire being was being drawn to her as I walked over wrapping her legs around my waist and carried her over to the guys cuddling her close on my lap. "Its ok honey you don't have to say anything to them i just wanna hold you," i whispered in her ear so just she could hear and felt her snuggle into my chest. The warm weight calming every single nerve in my body making me feel grounded and strong. My smile widening as the fans in the front asked lots of cute questions and everyone was happy. Everything was going great until a rather muscular looking girl in the back shoved her way to the front. Her bleached blonde hair styled to perfection and boobs about to pop out of the hooker dress as she leaned over the barrier as she yelled, "hey Lukey I bet I could make you feel so much better than the ugly whale on your lap. In fact I bet shes still a patheti..." but she was cut off as Ashton had her removed from the venue still screaming, "SHES A PATHETIC SLUT". It was a few moments later after all the fans went silent i noticed the slight dampness seeping into my shirt and looked down seeing Heathers shoulders shaking as she cried and felt my heart shatter instantly. I didn't even bother addressing the fans as I carried her back to the green room and sang softly, carefully wrapping my hoodie around her small form hoping to soothe her a bit. "Sweetheart please dont listen to her youre so so beautiful ok and I like you so much ok i cant quite promise its full on love yet but i truly care about you. And I dont care about the past ok, or wether or not youve been physically intimate with another guy because as long as you trust me i swear ill make our times special." I spoke softly rubbing small circles on her sides keeping her close. Her small hands holding onto my shirt tightly as she nuzzled closer.

Heathers pov

I sat numbly in the hotel room curled up holding a pillow that I had put lukes hoodie on. Curling myself around it nuzzling into the hoodie. I couldn't even bring myself to look up when I heard the door quietly open and close again then a pair of arms pulling me into a warm chest. "Princess are you still awake," I heard him whisper in my ear after a bit and nodded. A few moments later I felt his arms tighten around my waist and his face burrow into my neck. "Princess please don't listen to them ok. You're so brave, and kind, and incredibly special don't let their hurtful words get to you," he whispered softly rubbing circles on my hand as he tangled our fingers and legs together. I waited until I felt his breathing even out before carefully wiggling out of his grasp and went to the bathroom stripping down to my shorts and sports bra grabbing a marker drawing the hurtful words all over and snapping a picture. I was just about to post it when I saw a head poke in with a hand covering their eyes. "Are you decent hun?" Zacks deep voice asked softly as I pulled on a random shirt not paying attention to whose it was until I saw his smile after I let him in. "Well you look cute in my shirt hun," he said softly but his smile fell as he saw my phone and grabbed it from me. "Why," he asked looking genuinely confused. "They hate me Zack. And theyre right Luke desereves better Im fat and I have too much baggage," i responded weakly with my head bowed. Instead of saying anything Zack carefully sat me on the counter grabbing a wash rag and as gently as he could began to scrub the writing off. "You're more loved then you'll ever know kiddo."