She looked up to meet Luke's blue eyes; he looked cute and innocent. She felt a strange urge to ruin him. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she asked suddenly. "Like what?" Luke said, a little nervous. "Like you're scared of me" she let out a little laugh. "Sorry...I just find you a bit...intimidating" Luke said, looking down at his hands, which rested on his lap. "And why's that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him, biting her lower lip. "Because you're beautiful."

"You're such a fuckboy." "Excuse you, I'm a man." *** WARNING: This book contains smut! COMPLETED

"Do you guys want to date him?" Calum asked, his brown eyes hopeful. "Yes," Michael and Luke chorused, their mind filled with images of Ashton, and his giggle, his sweet smile, and those thighs. "Now we just have to make sure that he likes us," Michael said. "And that he likes boys." "Please," Calum said. "Did you see his ass? It's practically made for a dick to just-" Michael and Luke cut off the boy's crude sentence with twin flicks to the side of his head. ❥ashton!centric ❥fem!ashton

Luke is in love with his best friend, Ashton Irwin. He constantly finds himself getting stuck in situations where he feels exposed to his feelings and sexuality. That's the problem. Nobody knows that Luke is into guys, due to his lack of communication and honesty. He knows that his mates aren't homophobic people, but, he is afraid of a few judgements being made. Luke is trapped inside his own little box, bubbling up the thoughts of confessing his feelings for Ashton. However, each time he tries, he ends up creating lies after lies, which the older lad believes. Will Ashton finally see through Luke's lies, or will he stay oblivious to the fact that Luke is in love with him? - • Started - September 22nd, 2014 • • Finished - June 23rd, 2015 • - ** this is one of the first fanfictions I ever wrote. It's not great. Read at your own risk.. **

When I face him again, Ashton is smiling. He leans back slowly in his seat, resting his folded hands on his stomach. "This is gonna be fun." I narrow my eyes at him. "What's gonna be fun?" "Winning you over." I have to bite back the vomit that fights to exit through my mouth. "Excuse me?" "It's a challenge now." "Nobody challenged you to anything." "I have challenged myself." "Well, that sounds like a personal problem." I grit my teeth. "I am not your challenge." Ashton just smiles at me. "We'll see about that." Disclaimer: -This story is a work of fiction. Some people are real, but situations are entirely mine and made up. -I took a little bit of liberty as far as how situations that might have happened unfold. I did tons of research, but the plot calls for some changes. Hope you don't mind! -Mature for frequent swearing and sexual themes -**Trigger warning** there is a later chapter that deals with mature themes (sexual assault). If you feel the need, please skip the chapter, which will have an additional warning at the top of it. Cover art credit: picture found on Google, but the "Youngblood" logo is property of 5 Seconds of Summer

"Fuck you." Luke growled, his hands clenching into fists at his side. I rolled my eyes, flipping him the middle finger as I stepped back and readied to spin on my heels to leave. "Only in your dreams." I said. He suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the front of my shirt, fisting the fabric in his hands. I blinked in surprise, gasping as he suddenly yanked me up against him and our lips met in an angry kiss. "Luke?" I gasped out against his mouth, but he just growled against my lips and slammed me back against the side of his car. "Shut up." He muttered back. *** WARNING: This book contains smut! COMPLETED

The universe has a funny way of making strangers appear in your life repeatedly when it's time for them to become a piece to your story. For Calum this next piece seems a little bit dangerous, extremely wild and exciting, and set to be larger than many that have come before. He's just hoping to survive her... *** Calum Hood Fanfiction **Rated M for language, smut, and the possible mention of blood and death.**

"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?" "I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched. "You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard." "Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face. "Well, why don't you just write about me then?" "I don't know you though." He leaned in closer. "Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again. "I guess, ya." "Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.