Freaks//Luke Hemmings AU

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So the beginning to this is kind of a blend of Looking for Alaska and Freaks and Geeks, which you'll understand in the next few chapters. I promise, it will drift off into it's own plot shortly :) I would like to say that I am no advanced writer. I'm 14. I just really fucking love fan fiction, so I decided to write one. I would love it if you voted for it though ;) This will most likely go onto Archive of our Own, so don't worry if you see it on there too. -Abby xo

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"Dad, I love you, but for the love of God, shut up. I'll be fine, okay? I have my books which I will pretend to use to make you happy, I have my laptop which I will pretend I don't use to make you happy, and I'm sure my roommate won't be a mass murderer. Don't worry," I explained slowly as I stood in the middle of my dorm, surrounded by unpacked boxes. 

He patted down my untamed curly hair and gave me a warm smile. Shit brown and frizzy. Everyone's favourite. Negative hair thoughts aside, I gave my father one last hug before he was out of the university and in the car. 

Hours later, my side of the dorm was covered in posters of the Arctic Monkeys, Coldplay, Jake Bugg, The Strokes, All Time Low, Mayday Parade, Green Day, and with no shame, The Beatles.

"Holy shit. You like Jake Bugg too?" A girl with layered black hair with bangs across her forehead and countless tattoos said at the doorframe. She was beautifully curvy yet petite; unlike me and my small frame that makes me look half my age. All I could do was laugh nervously and hope she didn’t have a knife behind her back. "You're not nameless I'm sure?" 

"Oh, right right. Eloise DeCory. Usually go by Elle," I stated. 

"Well aren't you posh. Come on, let's make you...less posh."

"I don't understand."

"Jesus, I know. This is my way of being friendly Elle. Just go with it," she smirked as she led me down the endless hallways.

I cleared my throat. "Where exactly are we going?"

The corners of her mouth perked up before she turned around to face me. "To meet some friends of mine. Just wait until you see the insanely gorgeous Luke Hemmings.

“No no no no no, no boys. I get weird around boys,” I stuttered.

“Oh? This will be fun then.”

“Well, what is Luke like exactly?” I asked. “If he’s a total dick, I’m turning around.”

She laughed and faced me. “Where do I start? Don’t let the tattoos and piercing fool you. Honestly, I would describe him as an I-want-to-be-punk-but-I’m-actually-a-cuddly-bear type of guy. At the same time, he’s insanely sad. Don’t ask him why or treat him differently, or else he’ll probably hate you. Just say hi and compliment his tattoos. From there, you’ll get his life story. If you don’t treat him differently after you hear about all the insane shit that has happened to him, then you’re an angel in his eyes. Anything else? Oh, and he’s an extreme romantic. It’s adorable, really.”

“So, compliment the tattoos and I’m good?” I asked.

“Sure are,” she replied with a simple nod.

“It wouldn’t make you jealous or anything, right?” I questioned.

“Oh, honey. As long as you keep your distance from Michael Clifford, I won’t be jealous.”

We continued down the multiple hallways until we finally reached where her friends were. She did some odd knock that sounded like a code and winked at me when she saw my confused face.

Within seconds, a guy with galaxy hair yanked the door open with his arms stretched out. “V! Oh my God get inside so I can hug you!”

“V?” I asked after the two had finished their overly sexual hug. The guy with the galaxy hair spoke.

“V for Valerie. Use her full name and she’ll skin everyone you love. I’m Michael by the way. Hope I didn’t scare you,” he laughed.

I laughed and stretched out my hand to shake his. “Not scared. I’m Elle DeCory. Call me Eloise and I’ll skin everyone you love.” Was that funny? Oh thank God, he’s laughing. Why isn’t he shaking my hand?

Before I could place my arm back to my side, he engulfed me in a hug. “I’m a hugger, get used to it Elle. Come meet everyone else,” he said with a warm smile. V and Michael stepped aside, and that’s when I instantly locked eyes with a blonde dressed in all black. The only skin to show was his face, hands, and the tattoos on his neck. Fucking Hell. He is angelic.

"I um..I like your neck tattoos."