crimson menace >> luke hemmings

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Luke's POV

I looked at her, sleeping in my car. Her cheek all swollen from a punch, making me want to grab whoever did it and smash his head against a brickwall.

That asshole. I'm going to kill him..

I forced my eyes away, back to the road. That piece of shit would totally pay for what he'd done. I didn't care what the dangerous consequences would be, just as long as Styles and his gang got what they deserved.

The feelings burned inside my entire body, striking like a lightning through my blood and veins. They hurt her, they hurt Taylor, just like that over something that wasn't even her fault. It was her father's.

The hatred my body felt was something I hadn't felt in a long time and it wasn't something I liked. I had felt like this for months two years ago but I had managed to control my anger to feel better. I was more peaceful but knowing what Styles did to her, what he could've done to her clogged my mind in a black fog.

Feeling myself almost biting my teeth apart, I decided I really needed to cool down to be able to drive back without getting into a car crash.

I pulled into the curve of the road and closed my eyes and took deep breaths. Nothing happened and she's all right Luke, she's okay.

I managed to control my temper and feel more relaxed as I heard a small snore next to me.

Suprised of the sudden sound I looked over and saw Taylor cuddled up in the corner of the seat. Her hair was tussled up and her dress was dirty at the bottom but I couldn't help the way my chest ached.

She hadn't talked to me and even though those bastards basically kidnapped her, she'd needed me. Even though it was incredibly selfish of me, it was a good feeling. In fact it was so incredibly addicting to know that she needed me. I didn't even want to think about what could've happened if it wasn't for Calum.

I leaned back and stretched into the backseat of my car and fished up my blazer. Shaking it a little bit, I tossed it over her to keep her warm and I couldn't help but to smile at how she grunted satisfied and slid further into it.

For a moment it felt like old times, like when she fell asleep in my bed after a long day and helped herself with carefully selecting one of my flannel shirts to sleep in. I suddenly felt the urge to kiss her, touch hercheek to make her feel sheltered but I restrained myself.

Blake was right, she wasn't mine and she would never be again.

I'd said it to myself so many times these past two years, repeating in my head to move on, that I didn't think it would affect me anymore, but hearing someone else saying it actually hurt.

If there were something other than Michael that was my weakness, it would always be Taylor. She knows me just as well as Michael does and by that I mean those two know me better than I know myself.

Deciding I should take her back before the others would go out searching for us, I pulled out onto the road again, much calmer than before.

As I turned into the driveway to the house, I barely had time to park the car before Emma ran out in a shorter white dress and tore up the car door.

''OMG TAYLOR!!'' she cried and I could see her makeup being all smudged from tears. She must have been crying ever since I left, she looked absolutely drained from energy.

I knew Michael had told Emma everything about what had happened since he sent me a quick nod, Calum sitting at a step on the small stone stair leading up to the front door.

I closed off the engine and stepped out just in time to see the Blake rushing out. He came out as he looked panicked and ran up to my car and begged Emma to move so he could get to Taylor.