"My heart just dropped

Thinkin' about you

The world just stops

When I'm without you

I was on fire for you"

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Luke Hemmings could probably count on one hand the number of times he's been this angry in his life.

He wasn't just angry either, he was hurt. Realistically, there was no way Arlo could know who Molly is to him or what she'd done to him in the past, but he wasn't feeling very level-headed at the moment. All Luke knew was that with every second that Molly stood within reach of his girl, Luke felt even sicker to his stomach.

The last time Luke Hemmings saw Molly Jones she was higher than a fucking kite off of some bootleg blow that she bought from some college guy. They were at a bonfire and she'd pulled him into the woods away from the crowd where they fucked against a tree.

Luke was so high that he didn't even fucking know how he managed to make her cum, but she seemed more than satisfied. In fact, before Luke could even finish, she was pulling away from him and pulling up her shorts as she lazily thanked him.

Her nose started bleeding and she complained about how it had begun to stain her shirt, but Luke could barely hear the words she was saying. He watched in a daze as she stumbled back to the party and got in a car with the same guy who sold her the blow that was probably less coke and more random substances than anything. They drove away and she left Luke stranded at a party where he didn't know anyone.

In a split second, Luke is behind the bar, his hand wrapped around Arlo's wrist as he gently tugs her away from the green-eyed snake of a girl. "Why the fuck are you talking to her, Molly?" Luke spits, his tone laced with so much venom that even Arlo feels her stomach drop.

Molly smirks lazily, her eyes dragging down Luke's figure. "Luke Hemmings... wow, you've grown up." Her eyes dart over to Arlo, a pleased grin on her lips. "This is the boy you told me about? Shoulda known he'd be a handful."

At Molly's words of how much he'd "grown", Luke nearly cringes back in disgust. "Yeah, you probably should have waited for that to happen before you-" He cuts himself off, clenching his jaw as he reminds himself that Arlo is right beside him.

Arlo's head is spinning as she looks between the two of them. She had no idea how Molly and Luke knew each other but it was obvious there was bad blood between them- at least on Luke's part. Had they met after she and Luke broke up? Surely if he knew her before and Molly was from their hometown, she would have known.

To make matters even more difficult, the way Luke's hand is wrapped around her wrist is enough to make her dizzy. His touch is gentle, but his grip is firm and Arlo can't help but notice that Luke had started wearing chunky silver rings. The way the cool metal bit into her skin was enough to draw her eyes right to his hands.

Cursing to herself, Arlo snaps her eyes away from Luke's hands. Now was definitely not the time.

"Before I what?" Molly fakes an innocent look, a devious look on her face that Luke could recognize from anywhere. "Took your-"

Luke cuts her off with a scoff, his hand on Arlo's wrist secure as he behind tugging them away from the bar. "Stay the hell away from us, I mean it Molly. I don't care if you thought Arlo was your friend- she's fuckin' not."

As Luke drags a confused Arlo away from the bar, Molly merely waves goodbye, clearly pleased at her effect on Luke. Arlo barely even has time to catch the way the blond girl lazily waves her fingers in their direction before Luke is forcing her to look away.

Arlo isn't even sure how she's managing to walk as Luke hastily leads them down the hall and towards the dressing rooms. His hand slides from her wrist to loop around her waist, pulling her close to his body so they can continue down the tight hallway.

"Luke-" Arlo attempts to say, though her words quickly die in her throat as Luke reaches the door of his dressing room and throws it open, dragging both of them inside.

A gasp leaves her lips as her back makes contact with the door, the view of a fuming Luke Hemmings directly in her line of vision. She swallows thickly as one of his ring-clad hands makes contact with the door beside her head, supporting his weight and allowing him to hover over her while the other travels down to lock the door.

The daunting click of the lock, her rapid heartbeat, and Luke's bated breaths are the only noises that fill the room.

Luke's blue eyes are so close that she can see the specks of dark blue and green in them, causing her breath to catch in her throat as he leans even closer. "How the fuck do you know her, Arlo?"

Despite Luke's low tone, Arlo knows that his anger isn't directed at her. And maybe, she was just a tad bit too curious to really register how upset he was. "How do you know her?"

As soon as the words leave Arlo's lips, she knows she probably should've kept them shut. For, Luke's blue eyes dilate until they look almost black, his entire body going rigid as a low scoff leaves his lips. "You really wanna know?"

A chill goes down her spine at the nature of his words and the way she can feel his breath fanning across her cheeks- that was just how close he was. Against her better judgment, Arlo swallows down her nerves and nods hesitantly.

Luke knew for a fact that Arlo was going to be hurt by the words about to fall from his lips. But, in his defense, she did ask. Plus, she was really fucking hot when she got jealous and Arlo wasn't normally a jealous person so he never got to see that side of her.

Luke takes his bottom lip between his teeth and cocks his head to the side, looking down at her with so much pure intensity that her knees nearly give out. "We used to fuck." He says simply, watching as her eyes go wide. "Now, tell me how you know her."

Arlo's heart drops straight to her stomach at the thought of Luke with someone else- at the thought of Luke with Molly who was obviously older and far more experienced than she ever would be. It didn't feel good, not at all, but the feeling of Luke's chest pressed against her own was far more prevalent.

"I met her when we were in New York." Arlo's voice wavers as she tries to breathe properly. But, with Luke invading her space, the heat from his body seeping through her thin shirt, and the smell of his cologne swirling in the air between them, it proved to be pretty damn hard. "When you were sick and I went on a walk."

"She's a bitch." Luke scoffs, though his eyes are on Arlo's lips. "Stay the fuck away from her, Arlo. She's only going to screw you over."

"Okay." Arlo nods breathlessly, for how was she supposed to do anything but obey him when Luke had her pressed up against a door?

Luke's throat bobs as he swallows, all of the air in the room suddenly thick with the tension swirling between the two of them. "Arlo." He begins, his blue eyes zeroed in on the way her pretty pink lips part when he says her name.

"Yeah?" She responds breathlessly, her eyes on his lips as well.

Luke's tongue darts out to swipe across his bottom lip, drawing her eyes to the hole in his bottom lip. The very same piercing that used to house the small hoop she loved to feel against her lips and.... other places. "I really wanna kiss you."

Her breath catches in her throat, her body going rigid under his at the intensity in his tone. Arlo's head is spinning and suddenly she doesn't know how in the world she'd gone three years without hearing those words. "So do it."

Luke doesn't waste a single second, his blue eyes fluttering shut as he claims her lips with his own for the first time in three fucking years. For the first time in three fucking years he feels like he can finally breathe again as she gasps against his lips, sending a shiver right down his spine.

His large hands cup her jaw, urging her closer as his body melts into hers, pressing her firmly against the door. "Fuck." He groans against her lips, his voice muffled.

The kiss isn't sweet in the slightest- it's rough and passionate and Arlo has no doubt that her lips are going to be bruised by the end of it. Luke was kissing her with intentions of taking things further, Arlo knew that for a fact.

As Luke's hands travel from her face to the underside of her thigh, Arlo kisses him as desperately as she can. Luke lifts her up, her thighs immediately wrapping around his waist and a simultaneous gasp leaves both of their lips at the contact.

The way Arlo was kissing him made Luke's knees so fucking weak that he didn't even know how he was still standing. Truthfully, Arlo was kissing him with everything she had been wanting to say. I'm sorry, I miss you, I love you, I want to be yours again.

"Fuck, Lo." Luke makes his way over to the large vanity table across the room and messily swipes his free hand across the surface, sending all of the makeup and hair products clattering to the floor, but neither of them quite care about the mess, too consumed with each other.

A whimper leaves Arlo's lips as Luke sets her down on the vanity table, slotting himself between her legs as his lips travel down to her neck. He kisses her messily, teeth tugging at the sensitive skin of her neck, to her jaw, all the way down to her collarbones where he was intent on making his way under her shirt.

"Luke." Arlo gasps out, her head lolling back at the feeling of his lips on her neck as his hands travel up her thighs. "Shouldn't we-" The girl nearly chokes on her breath as Luke boldly slips his hand under her skirt, his fingers steadily making their way to her center. "Shouldn't we talk?"

As good as it felt to have him like this again, Arlo wanted to know what sparked it. Was Luke merely using her as a way to destress before his show or was it coming out of a place of pure affection? Did he want to work things out or did he want a quick fuck?

Luke's movements pause instantly, his lips leaving her skin as he leans back to look her in the eye. "Do you want me to stop?"

Arlo swallows thickly, her chest still heaving from his touch. "Well, no-"

"Then, no." Luke says gruffly, his lips diving down to meet her lips once more as his fingertips continue on their mission up her skirt, teasingly brushing against her center and sending her reeling. "It's purely physical, just like you said right?"

Arlo's heart drops at the mention of that night, as well as the lies she'd said in an effort to get away from his crestfallen features.

"What I feel for you is purely physical, Luke. I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner."

She feels sick to her stomach as she remembers what she'd said, but he gives her no time to dwell on it as Luke's hands roughly spread her legs, giving him more access. Arlo's breath catches in her throat as he hikes up one of her thighs.

"Fuckin' hell, Lo." Luke pants against her lips as he wastes no time in sliding the lace aside. "Still fuckin' soaked for me and I haven't even touched you. Some things never change, huh baby?"

The taunting nature of his tone sends a shock straight to her core and Arlo whimpers against his lips, one of her hands balling the silk button up he wears in her fist while the other tangles in his blond curls. It felt different to have so much hair to tug on- a good different. Arlo was obsessed.

"I love your curls." Arlo gasps, her words coming out strained as Luke brazenly drags his fingers up her center, beginning to draw relentless circles against the most sensitive part of her.

"Yeah?" Luke smirks, his blue eyes looking electric in the low lighting. His pink lips are parted as he watches his own hand working against her, the sight in front of him being nearly too much. "I love these fuckin' lips. Missed them so bad" He says lowly, the thumb of his free hand dragging down her swollen bottom lip.

"Luke-" Arlo cuts herself off with a whimper as he finally slips two fingers inside of her. Her breath is knocked from her chest as he immediately begins curling his fingers, giving her virtually no time to adjust as his pace is relentless. "Oh my- fuck."

Luke takes his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down until he's sure he can taste blood as he takes in the sight before him. "Fuck, Arlo." Luke groans, his cock throbbing in the confines of his tight leather pants as she falls apart literarily in the palm of his hand.

"What's gotten into you?" He asks tauntingly, smirking as a few strained moans and whimpers leave her parted lips. "My Arlo would have never let me make her fall apart on a dressing room table like this."

His words are low and purposeful, causing her legs to shake as they wrap around his waist. He leans closer, his lips brushing her ear in a way that brings her that much closer to the edge. "You need me that bad, sweetheart? You can't wait until we get back to the hotel? Can't stop letting those pretty curses fall from those pretty lips?"

"Luke, please." She's on the verge of begging as she begins to fall apart already. In her defense, she hadn't so much as looked at someone else in three years, so this was long overdue. Her release was building already she just needed to feel her lips against his own to get her there. "I'm gonna-"

As soon as the words leave her lips, Luke's touch is gone.

Not only does he remove his fingers from in between her legs, he removes his lips as well, a smirk on his infuriatingly pretty face as he takes a full step back. Arlo is left reeling on the tabletop, her chest heaving as Luke tauntingly slides his fingers coated with her arousal past his lips.

"What? Why...?" She whimpers, unable to form a sentence from being so close, only to have her high ripped away.

He stands before her with messy curls and flushed cheeks, his lips swollen and his own chest heaving from what they'd done. Luke takes moment to let his eyes wander over her- the way her legs were still spread for him and shaking with the aftermath of how he made her feel, her palms braced on the table behind her as she catches her breath.

He was utterly fucking obsessed with the way her neck looked marked up for him again, almost like the loving bruises belonged there- his own personal work of art. It felt undeniably good to have her like this again and Luke was sure if he stuck around any longer he might have no choice but to give her anything she wants and more.

So, before he can give in to how tempting she looked, Luke merely shrugs, that damn smirk still on his face. "You made me wait three fucking years, you can wait three more hours."

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Arlo wasn't quite sure how she managed to recover from what happened in the dressing room, but somehow she found herself standing backstage in the wings as she watches 5 Seconds of Summer's set.

Although he wasn't doing anything but performing, Arlo couldn't help but think that he was purposefully teasing her. Especially when right before they played Youngblood, he made sure to cut his eyes over to the side of the stage and stick his tongue out before teasingly pressing each of his fingertips to his tongue, purposefully slow.

Arlo couldn't do anything but stand in shock and try to act like she wasn't feeling lightheaded. He just looked too good with his silk shirt halfway unbuttoned and his hair still messy from what they'd done. Hell, he hadn't even bothered to wipe her lipstick off of his mouth.

It was almost like he wanted people to know.

Arlo wasn't too sure if she was crazy for thinking that was hot. In fact, she was pretty sure that watching him on stage with reminders of her on his lips and in his hair was the hottest thing she'd ever seen.

That is, until More ends

Luke makes his way over to stand in front of Ashton's elevated drum kit as he and Michael play a complicated guitar riff that Arlo was utterly obsessed with. As the riff ends, Luke grits his teeth, his chest heaving as his fingertips fly expertly across the instrument. Right as the song ends, Luke lifts the pretty white guitar off of his neck and slams it to the ground perfectly timed with how the lights fade.

Correction, that was the hottest thing Arlo had ever seen.

Beck gasps next to her, beginning to talk about how expensive the guitar was and trying to figure out what prompted Luke to do such a thing. But, Arlo's ears are ringing, her lips parted in surprise, and her chest beginning to heave as the band takes their final bow and Luke practically races off of the stage.

The sight of him striding towards her with the fake smoke and lingering light effects from the stage was enough to make her knees weak. His blue eyes are narrowed as he walks right past everyone, ignoring even the managers asking him about his guitar as he makes a beeline for his girl.

Arlo's breath catches in her throat as Luke slips his hand in her own, his other haphazardly ripping the wires from his ears and out of the waistband of his pants before handing them to a stagehand. His blue eyes are electric with passion and lust and anticipation as he looks down at her.

"Let's get the fuck out of here."