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Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

You're Lucky I Don't Kill You.


For a while, the girls and I sat on the couch of the living room, talking as the boys socialized and thanked everyone for coming to the party and their show. I couldn’t find Luke in the crowded house, but I was too ashamed to look for him. I’d already gotten questions from the girls as to why it took so long for us to get there, and my blush was the only response they needed. Though they questioned further, and though I hadn’t answered those questions, I knew that they knew it was due to some sort of sex act. So, I tried my best to look like I hadn’t done anything dirty. I knew that going off to find him would only raise more suspicion.

After an hour, I found myself alone on the couch. I didn’t feel misplaced like I did at my first party, I only felt bored. I kept turning my cup in my hands, watching the alcohol swirl around. The girls all left to find their boyfriends. I considered doing the same, but I knew Luke would return to the place he left me. I didn’t want to stray from that place in fear that I’d never find him.

This party was different from all the others. I recognized a lot of the people from the bar and from Luke’s frat, but most people I’d never seen before. I was nervous to be surrounded by all the drunk men I couldn’t name and all the drunk girls who screamed over the music. From where I sat, I recognized only Cass—who sat on the lap of a boy and was engrossed in his lips. It wasn’t the boy she left the bar with, but I doubted that either of them cared. I saw Mandy’s red hair for a second before she disappeared up the stairs with Calum, and Monica pushed against the wall by Ashton before a crowd appeared around them.

The flashing lights and thumping music was getting to be too much for me, and I needed some air. I considered going to the front porch, but when I got to the door I saw a girl puking over the old wood. Scrunching my nose in disgust, I maneuvered my way through the sea of people and out to the back porch, sitting on the top step and letting out a breath of relief. There were significantly less people outside, and it was still quite loud, but the atmosphere was different. It was more relaxed, more calm.

I stared up at the sky, setting my cup next to me and enjoying my own company. There was a haze of smoke surrounding me, but I didn’t mind. The smell somewhat reminded me of Luke; though, I couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a cigarette in front of me. The smell made me feel safe, even with all the strangers I was facing my back to. I wanted to stay outside until the party was over, until Luke came to get me so we could go to bed. However; as I sat alone, a voice sounded next to me.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here alone?” it asked and I turned to the source as a boy sat next to me.
“Um… Just getting some air.” I gave him a fake smile, trying to ignore the stench of alcohol that washed over me when he opened his mouth.
“You here with anyone?” He set his hand on the porch behind him, nearly falling back as he did so. I considered helping him, but quickly decided against it.
“My boyfriend.” I stared forward, hoping he’d get the hint that I wanted him to go away.
“I don’t see him.” The man made extra effort to look around before placing an arm around my shoulders. I pushed him off, rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, well, he’s inside.”

He tried to set a hand on my knee, laughing when I pushed it away.
“Come on, he’s not here. Let’s have a little fun until he comes back.” He pushed my hair off my shoulder, his breath hitting my neck and causing goosebumps to run across my skin.
“Stop touching me,” I growled, pushing him back by his shoulders. To this, he only grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me forward. “Stop-” I began to yell, but was cut off when his lips crashed to mine. My hands found his chest, pushing him with as much strength as I could gather. The alcohol in my system made me a lot weaker, and I couldn’t help but punch his chest in hopes to get him to stop. I thought my actions were successful when his lips left mine, but when I looked up, I saw Luke had pulled him back.

“What the fuck is going on here?” he boomed and I held my breath, unsure of what would come next. The man stumbled to his feet, backing away as Luke walked towards him.
“You’ve got a feisty one, there.” He gestured to me, trying to make light of the situation. Luke pushed him and the man fell onto the floor.
“Why the fuck were you touching my girl?” he asked, glaring down at him.
“Calm down-” he began, but was only cut off.
“I heard her saying stop. I know you did. So I’ll ask you again: Why. Were. You. Touching. Her?” Luke’s face was red and his eyes were hooded. When the man didn’t answer, Luke delivered a kick to his stomach before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him to stand. “What do you think gives you the fucking right to touch her?” His voice was loud, and I was paralyzed with fear. Luke pushed him against the railing, his fist connecting with the guy’s jaw. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you where you stand!” Luke yelled, punching him again and again and again, too many times to count.

“Luke!” I finally managed to yell, jumping up and grabbing onto his arm. “Luke, please!” I begged, not realizing I was crying until the tears rolled onto my neck. Luke’s breathing was heavy and his jaw was tense as he looked back at me. He shrugged me off him before pushing the man off the porch and onto the grass, earning a loud groan.
“Pete? Hey, what the fuck!” Another voice sounded from across the yard and my head snapped towards it. Luke grabbed my hand and ran into the house, pulling me alongside him. I was hardly able to keep up with his long legs, looking back to see three men running after us.
“Luke!” I called out, but he only kept running, pulling me through the crowd of people and down the hall of the frat house. He made a sharp left, pulling me into a bedroom and locking the door behind us. Without a word, he ran to the window and opened it, pulling the screen off and jumping out. It became clear to me that he’d done this far too many times.

“Come on!” he called, outstretching his arms. I was still for a second, until pounding at the door sounded. They were going to break it down and we needed to get out of here. “Valerie, jump!” He ordered and I climbed on the window sill, my feet dangling off the edge. It wasn’t much of a jump, but I couldn’t move.
“I-I can’t!” I cried, a muffled sob coming out of my mouth.
“Do you trust me?” he asked and I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn’t. “Valerie, do you trust me?” he repeated.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Then jump!” His voice was much softer now, and I closed my eyes, trying to block out the bangs on the door.
“I’m scared!”
“There’s nothing to be scared about, baby. It’s just me and you right now. If you’ve got me, I’ve got you.” I opened my eyes, staring at the drop as I nodded. I was about to let go of the ledge when the door shot open. In a panic, I jumped out the window and Luke caught me, grabbing my hand and taking off in a sprint.

We ran a couple blocks down the street before he pulled me down an alley and whipped me around, pushing me against the brick.
“Lu-” I began, but he pressed his hand over my mouth.
“Shh!” He demanded and I nodded, closing my eyes as his hand fell from my mouth. I couldn’t open my eyes. I didn’t want to see if they were getting closer. When I did open them, I saw Luke’s angry expression, looking out toward the street. His body was pressed into mine and the discomfort from the hard surface and the impact of his push was becoming much too evident. My legs were tired, I was out of breath, I just wanted to go to bed. My bed, not Luke’s. We stood there for a long time, both panting, until Luke grabbed my jaw and forcefully tilted it up. He pressed a rough kiss against my lips, one which I didn’t respond to.

“You’re mine.” His voice was rough, angry. “No one else’s. Just mine.” With that, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the alley to begin our walk back to his house. I was too worked up to tell him I wanted to go home. My eyes itched from all the crying I did and my back stung from being pushed against the wall. So, I kept my mouth shut and just walked behind him. I didn’t want to walk next to him, I feared what he would say. When we finally got back to the house, the party was over. I wondered just how long we were hiding out, long enough for the party to die out. We silently walked up the stairs and to his room, and I jumped as he slammed the door behind us.

“Luke,” I whispered from the door as he sat on the bed. “Luke,” I repeated, louder this time. “I-I told him to stop.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you fucking did!” He blew up and I regretted saying anything. I walked towards him, trying not to show him that I was scared to make the wrong move. “It sure looked like you enjoyed it!” he accused and my mouth fell open.
“N-No, I was pushing him away, and-” he cut me off.
“-and then he kissed you, so you thought you’d just roll with it! That’s really fucking rich, Val!” I sat next to him on the bed, only for him to stand up and begin pacing.

“I was trying to stop him.” I defended myself, but my voice was weak. “I-I didn’t know what to do.” He didn’t respond, his fist clenched as tight as his jaw. “I couldn’t find you, and then he came.” Still, nothing. “And he kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back. I was scared!” When he didn’t answer that time, I stood up and grabbed his arm, trying to get his attention. He only pulled it away. “I…” I began, but didn’t know what else to say. “Luke, please.” My voice cracked. “Talk to me.”
“Trust me, you don’t want me to talk right now.” His back was to me and I tried to hug his waist, but he pushed me away yet again. “Valerie, stop touching me.” He warned, but I didn’t listen. I walked around him, taking a stance in front of him and looking up.
“Then fucking talk to me!” I yelled, unable to stop myself. “You beat that guy half to death and I had to watch! How do you think I feel?!”
“I don’t care how you feel!” his response was quick.

“You’re acting like your father,” I spoke before I could stop myself and his face twisted with anger. My gaze fell to the floor, hoping he didn’t hear me.
“I’m what?!” he yelled, but I didn’t answer. He forced my face up to look at him, but I pulled away. Instead, he grabbed onto my wrists. So tight, I winced. “Say it again, I fucking dare you!” The stinging pain I was gaining from my wrists gave me courage, so I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.
“You’re acting like your father,” I told him again and his grip tightened on my wrists before he threw me down on the bed. I gasped, and his body hovered over mine.
“Don’t ever say that again!” His voice was threatening and my lip quivered. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
“Luke, you’re scaring me.” I was hardly able to speak, and he just laughed.
“Oh, so I’m scaring you now?” he asked, pushing himself off the bed and walking over to the corner of the room. I timidly sat up, watching his every move as he strided over to the lazy boy chair. “What about this, Val?” he asked before grabbing the back of it and flipping it over. It landed in the middle of the room, just next to the bed. “Is that scaring you?!” he yelled and I didn’t know what to do.

I was terrified of the man I love and I had nowhere to go, so I got up and ran. I ran down the hall and into the bathroom, hardly closing and locking the door before Luke got to it. He was banging on the door and I cupped my hands over my ears, trying to block him out.
“Valerie!” he yelled. “Open the fucking door now!” I sunk down to the floor, sobbing as he continued to hit the door and curse my name. I was in hysterics, hardly able to breathe, hardly able to concentrate on anything but the sound of Luke’s pounding and screaming. Then, it all stopped. I heard muffled yelling, not just Luke’s voice anymore, before I heard a door slam. I bit at my lip so hard that I tasted blood, and jumped when I heard a soft knock on the door.
“Val? It’s Ashton. Will you open the door?” I was so thankful to hear a voice that wasn’t Luke’s and wasn’t so angry. I crawled over to the door, sliding the lock over before cowering back in the corner. “I’m coming in,” he called out, creaking the door open and peering in before coming in fully and shutting the door behind him.

I kept my face buried in my arms, my knees pulled to my chest, as I cried. I watched out od the corner of my eye as Ashton squatted down and set a hand on my back.
“Can I take you home?” he asked and I sniffled, nodding but not moving. He moved his hand up and down, trying to comfort me as I cried.
“I was so scared,” I sobbed as Ashton pulled me in for a hug. He ran a hand through my hair, his grip on me tightening as he sighed.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here so you can sleep it off. It’s okay.” He grabbed my hand and led me through the hall. As we passed Luke’s door, I looked in to see him sitting on the edge of the bed with his face buried in his hands. I followed Ashton out of the house and we got in his car. He drove me back to the dorms and as much as I wanted to wake up Lea and cry into her shoulder, I didn’t because Michael was sleeping next to her. So, I crawled in bed and cried myself to sleep.

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Comments

I've just read this story in about 24 hours and all I can say is Oh My God! How have you written something (and someone) so perfect?

urgh I love this

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Arrogant Boys!!!

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@Prinny1321
I promised I would finish it, and I'm finishing it!