"You're our bodyguard? Seriously? You're a girl. She's a girl. She can't protect us. How old are you? Sixteen?" "Michael... she looks like she is about to flip shit. I think you should shut the hell up before you end up on your ass." "Well, your band mate, Luke, is not wrong. For your information, I am twenty-one years old and just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean I can't kick some ass. So, Mr. Clifford, would you like to keep running your mouth?"

Tiffany is nothing more than your average teenage girl. The one thing that makes her different is that she just happens to be friends with.........most of 5 Seconds of Summer. Her and Luke Hemmings have hated each other since the day their eyes met. But will their feelings change when Tiff takes the job as Luke's fake girlfriend to cover for Ella, his current girlfriend. Will new love blossom, or will it remain Fake Love (Cover by daydreamer1981)

the one where Calum likes to text bitches at 11:10 so when they make their 11:11 wish he'll already be on their mind. book two of the 11:11 series.

❝We can cuddle all night long, Your head on my chest, My arms wrapped around your waist, Your soft breathing ringing through my ears, As I draw small patterns on your stomach, And I'll love you forever and ever, Just please don't give up on me, Or I'll slowly sink, Because baby, You're all I ever wanted, And if I lose you I'll lose myself, So please don't give up.❞

Ashton is okay right now. He's always like this after a bad bout. He starts off saying that the world is his oyster and he loves everyone, but when the energy and fresh success fades, so does he. Luke knows. He knows about all of Ashton's problems. He knows about the time Ashton was bullied nearly to the brink, the family deaths and friend losses, and the ups and downs, the latter of which seem to be more common lately. It's been so easy lately for Ashton to slip after a joke gone wrong, or a jab on Twitter. Ashton always says he's sorry, repeating it again and again if only to convince himself. Luke knows he's sorry, knows that he can't help it. And he'll sit by the bathtub for hours, holding Ashton, to make sure that he knows someone loves him. None of the other boys know. Ashton couldn't bring himself to tell them and face their disapproving stares too, and he wouldn't let Luke tell them, so he's stuck in this half state of secrecy and confession to Luke. Ashton hasn't gone too far yet, not far enough that Luke can't patch him up with gauze, antibiotics, and a long hug. But someday, someday, Luke knows Ashton won't be able to take it anymore, and Ashton will die. And Luke will be all alone.

Arms slid around my waist and I was suddenly twisted around in a swift motion by muscular, tattooed arms. In seconds I was face to face with a somehow familiar figure. He was one of the most attractive people I had ever seen. Blonde hair slightly tousled across his forehead, bright blue eyes high lighted by his long eyelashes. A perfectly sculpted jawline. A shiny silver ring pierced into his bottom lip, matching his silver eyebrow piercing. I didn't realise how long I had spent taking in his Godly features until I felt a tingling feeling on my neck. Lips. He was sucking on a small part of my neck. I wanted to push him away from me and slap him across the face, but I couldn't. I was overwhelmed with desire and curiosity as I stood there trying to take in what was actually happening. He pulled away smirking at me, twisting my insides, "You belong to me now" he whispered.

"We can do the lessons, and if one of us falls in love, we'll stop seeing each other and the lessons as well." "Okay, deal."