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This one-shot is a request from @angeloffictionx with the prompt being about Faye attending to rehearsals with bruises from her husband, making Lee being all cute because he likes her a lot. Actually really adored to write about them together so maybe going to do another one-shot about them :) Hope you all enjoy this, with a bit of fluff too obviously :)

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Faye:

Singing slightly to myself, I walk the way to the dance studio we're set to rehearse at today. Or basically, I'm rather limping than walking. Travis was really angry yesterday because I told him about how great our latest band rehearsals went - considering the fact that his band is arguing a lot recently, he turned to me furiously and slapped me across the face. I tried to apologise but, well, he was still abusing me. Slapping and kicking me until I was unconscious, just to apologise and kiss me later on.

I open the door of the studio, being welcomed by the rest of the band. I decide not to bother about Travis now and instead welcome the band happily. 

"Hello!" H chirps. "Ready for dancing? Look what we planned, we're going to film in a simple studio because it's easier for us as there's a lot to prepare. You know, Abbamania and our new concerts."

"Yes, nice." I say quietly. "Can we start?"

The band shares a confused expression before nodding. While we dance along with our choreographer, I notice that they're constantly looking at me. And not because I'm standing in front of them or something, they're basically focusing me with questioning looks. 

As we're sitting together in the studio - while our choreographer looks through the choreography - Lee takes me aside. "Can I ask you something?" he asks. 

"Yeah." I reply shyly, staring at him with a blank expression. 

"I saw these bruises on your arms and legs. Please be honest, did- did he hurted you?" 

I let out a slight laugh, shaking my head. Yes, Travis did that. But why telling them? He would still abuse me. And I know what they would say, especially Lee who's such a caring person. We always get along and I enjoy his company a lot.

"He wanted us to dance in his studio and we tripped." I lie. "Stupid I am, or?"

Lee shakes his head in confusion. "Faye, look at me. You even told me that he isn't interested in dancing with you. He hurted you, didn't he?"

I bit my lip, before simply walking back to the others.

"Faye!" Lee says loudly. 

"No!" I yell, deciding to ignore him. 

The rest of our rehearsals is performed in silence. I don't talk to Lee and the others seem like not wanting to ask. It's only when we're about to walk out of the studio, that Lee takes my hands and makes me letting out a slight cry. 

"I can accompany to your house." he offers. 

"No." I reply, fully knowing how angry Travis would be. 

"I will do that." he replies, taking my hand tightly. While we walk, he looks at me thoughtfully before continuing to talk. "Faye, come on. Please talk to me. Does he abuse you?"

Little tears are rolling down my cheeks as I look at him.

"He does." Lee whispers and before I can even thinking of it, I'm already bursting into tears. 

"Since we moved together, he turned abusive and he- well, he was slapping and kicking me until I was unconscious - because I said how great our rehearsal was."