When We Collide Masterlist

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

- Parts - 

Part 1: Pilot. 

Part 2: Champagne.

Part 3: Veneno.

Part 4: Victoria’s Secret.

Part 5: Abercrombie.

Part 6: Imperial.

All I Wanted; C.H. 28

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27**

It seems as though Calum isn’t grasping what is about the happen if we’re not very, very rapid. In a split second I fly out of Calum’s embrace, pulling the duvet with me as I desperately try to locate the articles of clothing that had covered my body upon arriving here. “Shit, shit, shit … Shit!”

The word flows past my lips like molten butter as I slide my knickers over my legs while trying to get my button up slid over my shoulders as well. Calum is slowly sitting up, running a hand through his unruly hair as I throw one of his shirts at his head. “Get dressed, now!”

“Damn, who knew you could be so bossy…” Calum chuckles and I throw him a death glare while I button my shirt with one hand, my other trying to push a leg in my pants hole. “This is not a time to fucking laugh at this Calum, or do you want Meredith to see us stark naked tangled up?”

Calum gets out of bed and slides one of his sweatpants over his legs, going commando for the occasion, apparently, as he walks towards me. “What makes you think that it’s Meredith coming home, it could be my –“ Calum doesn’t get to finish his sentence before I am proven right.

“Y/n? Are you here?” I hear Meredith voice highly pitch against the walls, in search of me. My eyes widen as I realise I left my coat on the floor of the hallway. “See?” I whisper, pointing towards Calum’s closed door as I hear her footsteps approaching. I slide my feet into my shoes and drop on Calum’s sofa as Calum sits down on his bed, just in time.

“Cal is Y/n – Ah, Y/n.” Meredith turns her head towards me and immediately frowns as I feel my cheeks and ears tint red. I’m fiddling my hands in my lap as I try to avoid Meredith’s gaze at all costs. “What uh – what are you doing here?” Meredith continues as she keeps her position, hand on the door knob and eyes trained on me.

“I’m uh –“ I start my sentence and I let my eyes flick to Calum who seems totally unfazed by all of this. He’s simply lounging on his bed, without a care in the world as he lazily grins at me. Thanks for nothing, Calum.

“I wanted to go out for something to eat with you, but you weren’t home yet so I decided to hang out with Calum until you were.” I mumble the words at record speed as I raise to my feet. My flat hands pat my thighs a few times, hoping to close off this conversation and get out of here as soon as possible before I – or Calum, who knows – blurts something out that isn’t for certain ears to hear right now.

“Your coat was in the middle of ground…” Meredith just states with a raised eyebrow before she crosses her arms over her chest. I feel my cheeks redden even more as I take a few steps towards her, hoping to pass her soon and get this food I quickly lied about.

“I – uh well I put it on the banister so maybe it slid off or something, I have absolutely no idea.” And that last part wasn’t even a proper lie. When Meredith’s stoic features turn into a small smile, I know I’m off the hook and I’d get down on my knees and thank God if that wouldn’t be suspicious.

“Ah well, let’s grab a bite to eat then. But I need to go to the restroom real quick I’ll see you downstairs.” Meredith smiles and winks before she turns around and disappears downstairs, leaving Calum and I alone once more.

“You swine couldn’t you just help me out once – “ I turn around, smile bright on my face but I’m interrupted with Calum’s hand sliding along my jaw and his lips forcefully pressed to mine. As soon as I let my eyelids flutter closed he breaks the kiss and forces me to open my eyes again.

“Let me make you dinner tonight. A proper date, I won’t fuck it up.” Calum whispers before he takes a step back. His grin brightens when he sees me nod my head as a yes and kisses me quickly again. “Aren’t you going to be angry that again I didn’t tell Mer anything?” I mumble, pushing Calum just the slightest bit away. He seemed to totally let it slide although it was one of the reasons we’d argue all the time.

Of course I didn’t want to start an argument now but I didn’t want him mauling on this while I was away with Meredith only to burst when we’d be alone together again. “Y/n…” He starts off with a whine to my name and I feel myself tense up.

“I just want to –“ he interrupts me. “I understand, Y/n. Let’s first see if we can work out before telling everyone, right?” Calum smiles as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and I feel my smile grow incredibly large.

“You are the best.” I press my lips softly against his briefly before retreating and already starting my way downstairs. “Y/n, be here tonight at seven.” I wink before I completely disappear out of Calum’s sight. Just in time though, as I hear the bathroom open loudly right as I set foot into the hallway.


“So, tell me. How are you and Harry?” Meredith wiggles her eyebrows and I think back about the last conversation that Harry and I had shared.

“Ah, I don’t think that’s working out. But it doesn’t matter, we’re still planning on remaining friends.” Meredith frowns as I finish my sentence and her hand grasps mine over the table as we wait for our food.

“I – I think it’s sad. You do deserve someone like Harry. I think he would treat you good.” I nod my head along and smile as I see the waiter arrive with our food. “Thank you.” I smile as I already pick up my utensils to dig into my bacon and eggs before I respond to Meredith.

“Harry’s a great guy, but just isn’t the one for me. I don’t think it’s very responsible to go from friends with benefits to a relationship either, to be honest. I think it takes a bit of the innocence I like of a fresh relationship.” I giggle as Meredith starts laughing while shoving food in her mouth.

“I just want you to be happy, Y/n.”

“Who said I wasn’t happy the way all is now? I don’t need anything in my life but my bestie right now.” I grin as I wink at her, shoving another piece of bacon past my lips.
“You know, that was so sweet of you to say but the way you’ve been chewing that has taken away all magic.” I snort loudly as I try to swallow my food, and partially fail. I grasp for my glass of water and shake my head.


“Anyway, do you want to go to the movies tonight? There’s this new romance movie that I’m dying to see and it’s recently playing.” Meredith starts hyping and I feel my eyes widen as I rack my brain for an excuse. Keep it simple, don’t make up details or you will screw up. Thanks for the advice mom.

“Ah, sorry. I have plans tonight. But I’m free tomorrow?” I awkwardly smile as I scratch at my thigh underneath the table. Meredith sighs but doesn’t seem to think any of it. “Alright, I guess I’ll just go to Michael’s tonight then.” The thought of Meredith not being home and Calum and I having free range makes my heart skip a beat.

I finish the last of my food in awkward silence and after a few minutes, I decide it’s probably best to bail. We’ve been here for a few hours as well and I want to look good for my date with Calum tonight.

“You know what, I’m going to get going. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I raise to my feet and lean down again to press my lips against her cheek as a goodbye. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Meredith grins and I feel my smile fall into a flat line. I’m fairly certain she wouldn’t be doing what I’m about to.

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“Sing to me.” W/ bestfriend!Luke orr “Sing to me.” W/ husband!cal

bestfriend!luke or husband!cal

It was a long, beautiful day, and you couldn’t be happier with your head resting on your newly wed husband’s chest. Your right fingers were intertwined with his left as his right arm was pulling you closer into him, almost subconsciously trying to make your hearts beat as one. It was only the two of you left on the reception dance floor, the lights were a dim glow and everything was silent thanks to everyone going back to their designated hotels. This right here, was your favourite part of the whole day- just dancing in silence with your head rest on Calum’s chest.

Sing to me,” You whisper quietly, just loud enough for him to hear you, and he doesn’t even have to ask what song. He just starts to softly sing ‘Ma Belle Evangeline’ from the movie Princess in the Frog because he knew that you had a soft spot for it (even though you’d never admit it to him out loud). 

‘Look how she lights up the sky..’ He hums as you sway from side to side, your heels long gone under one of the many tables that used to be filled with friends and family. 

‘Ma Belle, Evangeline…’ Your smile is soft as he presses his lips to the top of your head, lingering for a little bit before softly continuing to sing the song in a raspy voice, not that you minded. 

This right here was your forever, and you’re so thankful.

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Dirty Laundry - Luke Hemmings

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Based on ‘Dirty Laundry’ by All Time Low

Word Count - 740

He’s been watching her every weekend for the past month. Luke Hemmings. He’s mysterious in all the right ways, an asshole to everyone he doesn’t know personally, and the walking definition of relationship baggage. She sat in on the Modern Literature class that he’s taking once and he’s never been able to stop thinking of you since. He thinks she doesn’t notice but once he ran into her again at the bar that you bartend at he’s been trying to wrap his head around what makes this girl so enticing.

He spends weekend after weekend on end in the club just watching her, it becomes creepy, stalker-like, but it’s not something that he can help. His fascination with her leaves him questioning every inch of her, from her head to her toes and hanging on every word he can hear her say. 

Now he’s been perched at a high table for a few hours and, despite the loud thumping club music, he’s dozed off. His head against the sticky table top, drool slightly lining his lips and the leather jacket that hangs on his shoulders acting like a blanket. It’s only when it get’s to 3am that he is finally woken up by the soft clearing of a throat.

“Huh?” he half grunts, his eyes slowly opening and hair falling floppy in his face.

“We’re closing up, so unless you want to be found here next Thursday when we open again then I suggest you find another table to be your pillow,” she sighs leaning against a broom.

He practically has to peel his face from the table, rubbing the now irritated skin as he stretches and stands up.

“Sorry,” he croaks. “I have an actual bed I usually sleep in”

“Hmm..” she hums in disinterest as she focuses on her job.

“I’m Luke by the way,” he tries to sound as disinterested as possible though fails majorly.

She gives him a look that seems to say ‘are-we-really-doing-this?’ and lets out a breath, “[Y/N]”

“Need a hand?” Luke offers without thinking.

She doesn’t look up from sweeping, “I can’t get you a job if that’s what you want”

“N-no, just, it’s 3am, I expect that you want to get home soon,” he shrugs.

With a last look of destain [Y/N] hands him the broom and walks over to the bar to start washing up.

Luke quickly sweeps the last of his area and makes his way over to the bar to help further, secretly hoping for a conversation with his mystery girl.

“So uh,” he sweeps. “How long have you been-”

She cuts him off, “This isn’t going to end up like you want it”

“What do you mean?” he acts clueless.

“You’re doing the whole ‘nice guy flirting’,” she dries a glass.

“I’m not”

“You are, and since you have some kind of obsession with me, I should let you now that I’m far from perfect,” she tells him.

“As am I,” he leans the broom against the bar, now certain he needs to justify himself as he shrugs his jacket off.

“Oh sure, because you’re definitely not a cliche, hard on the outside soft on the inside guy,” she sarcastically spins to face him.

“There’s no such thing as a saint, sweetheart,” a condescending tone appears in the air.

She puffs, “Oh please like there’s any skeletons in your closet”

“I have my fair share, everyone has secrets,” he sits at a barstool and leans back.

She turns away from him and a silence settles allowing a ringing to start in his ears.

He shakes his head and sits up, “Let me take you to dinner?”

“You don’t want that,” she wipes the same spot for the third time.

‘Why not?”

“Cause my life is like a pile of dirty laundry, you don’t want to know about what I’ve done,” she sighs.

“I could trip over your past a million times, I only care about what comes next,” he leans closer to her.

There’s a small silence until she breaks it with a cough, “You should get going before the owner sees someone is still in here”

He sighs and stands, picking up his jacket, “I’ll be back”

“I’m sure you will”

He walks to the door but stops to call back, “For the record..” 

He catches her attention.

“Dirty laundry looks good on you”


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