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Bad Blood - Luke Hemmings

Cause baby now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you’ve done Cause baby now we got bad blood

I wasn’t looking forward to working the 5 Seconds of Summer tour. I had been assured that I would be assigned to a different band, any band other than them. I had been made that promise.

It wasn’t to be though, because here I was boarding a plane with the band and crew to start the European leg of the tour. His tall lanky body and blonde head of hair loomed in the distance several people ahead of me.

Luke Hemmings and I hadn’t spoken in three months, since that fateful day I found out what a pathetic fucking loser he was. We had spent almost a year together. He was living between Los Angeles and Sydney while the boys wrote and recorded their second album. I worked at the studio they spent a majority of their time and we got… close.

He had tried to mend things with me but it was too late. It may be different for international rockstars, but I was unable to forgive being cheated on multiple times with beautiful models and groupies simply because he could.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to do it,” he had said.

“Then why the fuck did you? If you care about me so much, why would you do this?”

“I-I don’t..” his voice shook as he avoided making eye contact with me, “I don’t know.”

“I can’t just forgive this, Luke. I opened up to you, you’re the first person I really let into my world and I can’t just forgive all of the lies and cheating and look at you the same as I did before.”

“Why not?” He had asked, as if it was nothing more than letting some minor issue slide off my back.

“Why not, Luke? Because this isn’t fucking acceptable.”

Now we got problems And I don’t think we can solve them You made a really deep cut And baby now we got bad blood

“I really don’t see what I did wrong?”

“Are you kidding me?”

He had gained some confidence by then, daring to look me directly in the eye, though his gaze faltered several times while mine remained steely.

“Just because you’ve gained some popularity doesn’t give you the right to use people as your own personal toys and hurt them because you’re selfish and like to dip your spoon in multiple fucking ice creams.”

“What? Ice creams?”

“It was an analogy, asshole.”

I left him standing in the empty studio and went directly to my boss, asking to have my schedule changed to any time he wasn’t there. They didn’t question me, just silently made the changes and told me to enjoy the rest of my day.

I went back to my apartment and spent the day crying over what, who, I had lost.

Did you have to do this? I was thinking you could be trusted Did you have to ruin what was shining? Now it’s all rusted Did you have to hit me where i’m weak? Baby I couldn’t breathe And rub it in so deep Salt in the wound like you’re laughing right at me Oh it’s so sad to think about the good times You and I

The moment I met Luke, I knew there was something different about him. Of course, his blue eyes made me swoon, his accent was delicious, and his ridiculously good looks pulled me in, but there was something about him that was different.

I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to get to know him.

So I pursued him.

I made sure I was always in the studio when he was there. I stepped outside my comfort zone and made the first move to start a conversation. I tried to be charming and funny and slightly self deprecating and it seemed to work.

Before long we were spending our lunches together, and then we were spending our dinners together and eventually our nights. Before long, Luke spent the majority of his nights watching shitty movies on my couch and then having incredibly sex in my bed. He was at my place nearly everyday.

Before long, I was falling for him.

He must not have been falling for me though.

I discovered that the few nights he wasn’t my bedwarmer, he was someone else’s. He was spending his evenings possibly watching movies with someone else, and his nights definitely fucking someone that wasn’t me.

We weren’t exclusive, but what did that matter? There was a connection and we both knew that it was something special.

Apparently I was the only one that considered it special, though.

After we ended things, he didn’t try to hide the fact that he regularly fucked Forever 21 models. He even went as far as sending me a photo of one, telling me that he as much as he missed me, I didn’t look as her.

I still haven’t forgiven that one, because fuck him.

Maybe it was an attempt to get my attention, because he had been trying to get in contact with me constantly but i refused to give him the time of day. Regardless of the his intentions, I will never forgive that one.

Because, fuck him.

Cause baby now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you’ve done Cause baby now we got bad blood

Fate was working against me, because we were seated next to each other on the plane. He loudly exhaled as he adjusted himself in the seat, his elbow bumping mine. I curled into the window as much as I could, trying to get lost in the seemingly endless airport tarmac.

“I thought you weren’t working for us anymore.” He spoke, not daring to look at me.

“Me too, got assigned, nothing I could do.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

The captain’s voice filled the cabin. He was telling us to make sure our seatbelt were fastened and to enjoy the flight. The plane was soon taxiing down the runway. I hadn’t said anything else to Luke, and I could tell by his arm movements and the shaking of his leg that he was nervous.

“I mean it,” he spoke again.

The landing gear left the ground and we began our upward descent, the neighborhoods around the airport shrinking into nothing as we flew toward the clouds.

“Save it.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the window. Maybe because I didn’t want to think about how much I really missed and cared for him, or maybe because I fucking hated him with everything in me for breaking my heart and treating me like shit.

I’m sure it was the latter.

Now we got problems And I don’t think we can solve them You made a really deep cut And baby now we got bad blood

“This is a thirteen hour flight, are you really not going to speak to me at all?”

Two hours had passed and I engrossed myself in an in-flight movie.

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Can’t we just talk? You never even talked to me?”

“I never wanted to, and I definitely don’t want to now, this isn’t the place.”

“This place is just as good as any.”

“No, Luke.”

I struggled to keep my voice normal, wishing that I were seated next to anyone, including Satan himself, other than Luke.

Did you think we’d be fine? Still got scars on my back from your knife So don’t think it’s in the past These kinda wounds they last and they last now Did you think it all through? All these things would catch up to you And time can heal but this won’t so if you come in my way just don’t

“I think we can work through this, since we’re going to be spending the entire tour together we should try to get over it.”

“I’m over it.”

“No you’re not. If you were, we’d be friends.”

“I don’t want to be your friend.”

“You used to.”

“Can we seriously not talk about this here?”

“This place is just as good as any.”

“You said that already.”

I was seething, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the armrests on either side of my seat.

“I did love you, you know.”

“Please, don’t.” I turned to him now, my eyes glaring into his. “Please don’t talk about this here.”

“I’ll never have another opportunity. You’re stuck next to me now, any other time you’ll make sure you don’t have to be near me at all.”

“I just want to be done with it. I’m not mad anymore, please just let it go. Please just leave me alone.”

Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes You say sorry just for show You live like that you live with ghosts Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes You say sorry just for show If you live like that you live with ghosts If you love like that blood runs cold

“I can’t do that.”

“Yes you can.”

The memories of the happy times Luke and I spent together flooded my head. The late night movies and sushi, the hole in the wall taco joints we always managed to find, avoiding paparazzi by ducking into sketchy alleys, kissing in the morning, kissing just before bed, confessing our feelings.

Looking at him, the good memories were plentiful, but as soon as I found out what he was really up to, I saw another side of him. The Luke that was telling who knows how many other girls the exact same things, eating sushi and watching movies with them, going to hole in the wall taco joints and avoiding paparazzi. I couldn’t say how many girls Luke had kissed when he claimed I was the only one he wanted to kiss.

Who knew how many girls he told he loved, how many nights he spent wrapped up in someone else while I slept alone thinking only of him.

“I’m sorry I did this to you. You absolutely hate me.”

“I really do.”

The tears threatened to make their presence known but I pinched the bridge of my nose and held them off. Trying to pass the motion of as being irritated, I rolled my eyes and looked at Luke again.

His hair was unstyled and his eyes looked tired. This was the Luke I missed, the one that didn’t care about image, that just wanted to cuddle after an exhausting day.

This wasn’t the same Luke, though.

“I miss you, I mean that. I know I have put you through some shit, but you’ve been the only thing i’ve been able to think about lately.”

Cause baby now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you’ve done Cause baby now we got bad blood

“It was a while ago, I really don’t care. Can I please go back to watching my movie?” The irritation in my voice was enough to scare him off and he pulled his headphones up over his ears before giving me a quick apologetic look.

“You know,” he ripped the Beatz off his ears, “if you want to leave the tour, just ask. I’m not going to deal with you being constantly bitchy to me, it’ll stress me out and fuck with my performance on stage. I just wanted to try and fix things between us, because I think there are some raw feelings and we should hash those out.”

“This may be your tour, but you require people, me included, to keep it fucking going, so i’ll be staying. Just keep out of my way. I promise not to interfere and stress you out as long as you stay the fuck away from me. Besides, we’re going to Europe, isn’t that where Forever 21 gets all of their models anyway? I’m sure you’ll be plenty busy.”

“Fuck you,” he mumbled and rolled his eyes.

“Already done that, you’re definitely just average size.”

My lips curled into a smirk as Luke asked Michael to switch seats with him.

“I thought you guys had worked this out,” Michael asked once they had switched, he had apparently heard the entire conversation, “what’s going on?”

“We haven’t worked anything out. I’m not interested in anything that has to do with him, this is a paycheck for me.”

“Can you try and make up with him, for me? He really has been talking about you quite a bit lately.”

“Nah.”

“You can’t work this out at all? Not even a little bit?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Bad blood, Michael. Luke and I will never salvage any type of relationship thanks to his actions. There’s just a lot of bad blood.”

“What do you mean by that? Bad blood?”

“I mean that I have no interest in Luke Hemmings whatsoever. Can I get back to my movie?”

“Sure,” Michael rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his own movie.

The tour had just started and I was already over it.

Now we got problems And I don’t think we can solve them You made a really deep cut And baby now we got bad blood

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