Young Soldiers (5 Seconds of Summer and One Direction)

Chapter 7: What does it stand for? Jerk Jerkier Jerkiest?

I ached everywhere. Even in places where I wasn't injured it hurt. Like my toes for example. I mean, I didn't get shot in the toes and yet they are killing me. So imagine how much it hurts when I stab my toe. It bloody kills! Anyway, all that just too say that my toes hurt even though they are in no way connected to my chest. Apart from both of them being parts of my body.

It hurt so much to do easy things like eat or drink or even sleep. Luke helped me a lot but I was starting to feel very vulnerable and selfish. I constantly had morphine in my body and I was getting worried. What happens if the drugs get to me and I begin to kill people and become a bloody psychopath?

You are a psychopath Emily. You killed 20 men just because you were on your period.

Okay, maybe I did. But they were all Ghostiers. Ghostier is another illegal organisation set out to kill people like me because I'm "too dangerous to be alive." Yeah right... I’m not that dangerous. I mean, okay, I do have all sorts of dangerous stuff in my head that could destroy the world and I do have awesome fighting skills but that’s no reason to kill me.

“Emily, want to have a go?” Calum asked me, waving his loaded gun about.

It has been 3 weeks since I have been let out of hospital and, as I already said, I ached everywhere. The boys, Amelia and I were all in my training basement, under my house. The basement has an area to shoot, a gym area, a fighting area, a simulation area and weapons area. It is so cool down here.

I was sitting in a chair on the side of the shooting area, watching Luke shoot while the others were looking at the new weapons I had. Except Amelia, she was being coached by Niall in the fighting area.

“Yeah, okay then. But you do know that I am not supposed to do anything like this for another week?” I said.

“I know. But do YOU really follow the rules?” Calum agued.

“Agreed.”

I got up and took the gun off him; I positioned myself in the aisle next to Luke, who was reloading his gun, and took aim.

I shot 4 bullets, hitting bull eye every time.

“WHO DA GIRL!?” I yelled, fist pumping the air.

“You’re my girl.” Luke said, coming up behind me. He wrapped his hands around my waist and started kissing my neck.

Luke was the perfect boyfriend.  We have been dating for three weeks now and my feelings have only gotten stronger. We still mess around together but he is a really good kisser. He is so caring and I don’t know how I have managed to not ask him out before. He is so perfect. I can’t imagine living without him, he is my other half.

My eyes were closed and I was biting my lip, trying not to moan. But, me being who I am, failed miserably. Luke heard me and smirked against my skin.

“You like that?” he mumble, his head still in the crook of my neck.