You, Me, and the Devil Makes Three // l.h.

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{fawn}

When I woke up, I was ridiculously cold. I figured that I had just kicked my covers off, but when I looked up I noticed the actual cause of my freezing body. My, well Luke's, shirt was ripped in half, exposing my scars, the bottom piece looked like a make shift mini skirt. This made me immediately self conscience.

I turned my head slightly to look at the other bunks, checking that they were empty before gently rolling out of the bed. I couldn't help but notice the slight stinging on my collarbone, the awareness making me rub my fore fingers against it. I furrowed my brows at the fact there was nothing there and stood up, avoiding the bar of the bunks. Grabbing the first t-shirt I found, I threw off the cropped T and slipped the new one over my head, the bottom half already sitting at my feet.

My thoughts drifted to last night, listening to Luke say comforting things in my ear and timidly draping an arm over my body. I just pretended to be asleep, but I couldn't help but recognize his cuteness and him wanting to cuddle. I slowly walked out into the main room of the bus, a group of four boys there, but not the ones I knew. I was a bit flustered, but I just furrowed my brow and coughed.

Their eyes shot to mine and I stared at them with a questioning look. "Uh, who are you?" All of their faces turned to absolute shock, but I was soon distracted by the sound of the bus door opening. "Is she- oh hey Fawn," Luke said, his voice surprisingly nervous. I raised both my eyebrows again and crossed my arms protectively over my chest.

"Hey," I said, but it was clear my greeting was sarcastic and cold. All the boys, but Luke, looked into their laps awkwardly and Luke and I had a staring contest.

"Um, how'd you sleep?" I threw my hands up in the air and walked back into where the bunks were, furious by Luke's casual attitude. I woke up with my shirt ripped in half and my fucking scars exposed for god's sake.

"Wait, Fawn," Luke said, but I was already back into bed with my face pressed into the wall.

"Don't," I said as soon I as heard Luke's feet trail in and smelt his cologne.

"Fawn, can I explain?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Fuck off."

"No."

"Oh, so it is in your dictionary?"

"Stop being sarcastic with me."

"Fuck off, Luke. Seriously," I said and decided if he continued to bug me, I would pray I could hold my breath long enough until I passed out.

"Fine," he said, clearly aggravated, but right now, who wasn't?

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I woke up to an intensely severe pain in my collarbone. It felt like someone was slowly setting me on fire and stabbing me with pins and needles. I yelled out in agony and when no one replied, I immediately knew I was alone.

"Fucking shit!" I yelled slowly rolling out of the bunk, my feet hitting the ground with a thud, shooting a wave a pain through me. "FUCK!" I screamed and felt tears slowly drenching my face. The pain was all too familiar, but worse, and I couldn't comprehend anything. I dragged myself out of the bus, scratching my feet along the pavement and towards the arena. I figured they were preforming.

I was seeing stars, and I couldn't tell which were actually in the sky and which were a figment of my imagination, but either way I hauled myself successfully to the doorway, probably looking like hell on heels. The security man took one look at me, and probably thought I was a meth addict. He looked at his clipboard and I managed a shaky, 'Luke'.

"What's your name miss?"

"I need Luke, please," I was trying to hold myself up, but fell into the wall, the security guard giving me looks between, "she's insane" and "should I call an ambulance."

"Luke, I need to see Luke Hemmings," I uttered, my throat on fire and my feet being stabbed by needles that didn't exist. "Please, fucking please."

"Back up security to Door 431, please."

"No, fucking, I need to see him you don't understand!" I yelled out and from my view into the arena I could see some heads turning.

"Is that Fawn?" I heard a voice ask inside the building and I let out a heavy breath, the fire still erupting over my skin.

"Please," I begged, seeing a blonde running towards us. "Please, I don't know what's going on, I need to see him!"

"Oh my god, Fawn!" Niall's voice called out as he pushed past the security guard and grabbed my into a hug making me scream out in more torture. "What's wrong!"

"I don't know! It hurts so much, please. I think I need to see Luke," I was surprised he could hear me through my muffled tears, but he picked me up and carried my bridal style into the stadium. My head rested in his arm, my teeth clenching the fabric of his shirt when a new wave of pain flooded my body to avoid screaming.

"Almost there, Fawn," Niall said quietly, but I could barely hear him. My body being tormented by a new sense of discomfort and agony every few seconds.

"Fucking shit!" I yelled into his shirt and I could feel a few eyes on me before I could hear loud cheers and a deep drum and bass beat.

"Luke!" Niall all of the sudden called out, "Lucas Hemmings!" the singing I could hear stopped as well as everything else. I screamed again and I could hear confused 'whats?' and frantic footsteps trailing off what I assumed was the stage.

"Oh my god, Fawn. What happened! Are okay?"

My voice stopped working except the muffled yells into Niall's shirt. I felt Luke's hands grab my face and my shaking slowed down. I looked into his eyes, or what I could see of them. I was on the verge of passing out and I knew it. My tears still were drowning my face as I stared at him.

"Help. . .me," I croaked out before I heard yells from the audience.

"Guys, go back out, keep 'em entertained," Luke's voice was loud and distant, but his eyes were still pinned to mine.

I felt my body weight being transfered into Luke's arms and Niall ran to go get ready, or at least that's what I could tell by the shouts for him. Luke's lips met mine softly and my tears slowly stopped. My pain subsiding, the urge to just knock myself out there and then disappearing.

He was barely kissing me, but it was all I needed for my body to slowly calm down into tranquility. The pain was still evident, like a cut stings, but it was fading as Luke's lips stayed pinned to mine. Blissful shocks replaced the flames that were previously enveloping my skin and Luke's lips lifted off mine. I tucked my head into his shoulder scared of another mishap.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, my voice shaky, my throat dry.

"I don't know, but are you okay?"

"Physically; kind of, now. Mentally; no."

Luke leaned back to look into my eyes and they were filled with compassion, worry, love.

"I'm so sorry. . ." his voice trailed off peacefully as I felt him hand me off to someone, faintly listening to his directions to bring me to some dressing room before I heard his voice over the microphone.

"Sorry for the mishap everybody, every things good now. So, where were we?"