For @punklxke

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*You're living in Perth, Aussie.*

Nothing really happened in downtown Perth. Well, yeah, it did, but not on this road. That's what you guessed at least.

Then you heard the screams. Now you knew why it was so empty. Those very familiar screams that you heard anywhere and everywhere when a certain band appeared became deafeningly loud.

You looked around the corner, but whipped your head back again as Ashton rushed past you.

Calum and Michael sprinted past you just as fast as Ashton did, catching up with him because his tiny legs were considerably smaller than the rest of the boys. You giggled softly, not that it could be heard at all.

Just as the screams got louder, Luke came just around the corner and ran into you.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," he said, picking you up with his very muscular arms. At this point you could scream. You expected him to pick you up and put you back down on your feet, but he just kept running.

You looked up into his pretty blue eyes, the ones you had loved so much from afar a few years ago.

He ran and ran, and soon enough you could hear the heavy breathing of the other boys.

You took a few slow moments to realize what was happening. In front of you was your old best friend, Ashton Irwin, who you had lost contact with when he left to tour with One Direction a year ago. Then there was Michael and Calum, who you had seen from afar in school sometimes, giggling and acting stupid. Oh, and also, now you were in the arms of the boy you had crushed on, but never approached. The amount of times Ashton had told you to go talk to him and conquer your fears was probably more than you could count, but you never actually did it.

Actually, the only time you had ever come in contact with Luke was when Ashton pushed you as hard as he could into his body.

This cannot be happening right now, you thought as you pictured the embarrassment as Luke sat you down wherever he planned to and having Ash see you and laugh and yell as loud as he could, "WOW LUKE SHE USED TO LIKE YOU A LOT IN SCHOOL," and then laugh even more hysterically.

You glanced back up at Luke again and smiled at all the small things you remember from school - the small smiles you would catch, the pink that would appear on his 'lil cheeks when he gave the wrong answer in math class and the teacher corrected him.

You took a small breath and put all of your courage into the little action you were about to preform.

You tapped his shoulder, "Um, would you mind telling me where we're going?"

Luke looked down at you like he had just found out that he had picked you up just as soon as he pushed you down on the ground and ran with you in his arms, but replied, "Well, I'm taking you to where we're going because you're bleeding like crazy."

You frowned and looked down at your knees, palms, and elbows.

"Oh," you mumbled. Luke chuckled.

The boys rushed into a building then, and soon the room was filled with heavy breathing and the soft lock of the door.

The room seemed to be just like a regular living room, but a little more bo-ho chic than you would have liked it. Somewhere in the distance you could smell the soft, lingering scent of drugs. There were three couches, all red and covered in detailed blankets. The floor was covered in just as detailed rugs that had obviously been walked all over for years. And in front of you was a recording room. There were guitars all over the room as well as in the other one, with a set of drums and a few other instruments that you couldn't really identify at the top of your head. You took another look around the room until a very loud voice yelled and made you jump.

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