5SOS: How to Change a Bad Boy

Make a girl fall in love with you in thirty days (or less). Breaking innocent and naive girls' hearts for their own entertainment. That was the game that they played, and Luke Hemmings was the very best. When he's given a victim, he thinks it's no big deal and does it for the quick and easy cash, but he had no idea what he was getting himself into when he said he wanted a more difficult target.


19. Chapter 19

~~~~A/N: GUYS DONT KILL ME. I know it has been so so so so SO long since I have updated but I've been extremely busy (which, if you follow me on Instagram, explains my lack of posting). That being said, I think I've got a hang of this whole "school" thing--an entire semester before I graduate high school, of course--and will be more active in updating my fanfictions, as well as posting on social media sites.

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I stood in the kitchen, messy hair sticking up all over the place and hands shoved into the pockets of my sweatpants. Although I loved her to the fullest degree (because stating that it were any degree short of the fullest would make me a liar), I was still quite unsure to the extent of the degree that she loved me to. Recently, she had began to shut down--from everyone. She would spend hours in bed--or on rare occasions, curled up on the couch--with her hair in a bun and a book in her hands as she ruffled through the pages, indulging herself in the beauty of the fictional world. She would jump from book to book as though she were a frog leaping across lily pads, eventually leading her to her sense of discovering a great perhaps.

My birthday was approaching quite quickly and I was unsure of whether or not we were going to celebrate.

Without double checking with her--or even letting her know at all-- I made dinner reservations at our favorite restaurant.

"Yes, thank you so much, we'll be there," I spoke into the phone, just before the line cut off. Excitement was pouring through me as I cut through the kitchen, leading to our room.

Autumn was asleep on the bed with a book laying underneath her petite frame. She looked so beautiful and I was wearing sweatpants--although, nothing that existed (or ever would exist) could come close in comparison to the radiance of her beauty. Unwilling to disrupt her from the first solid night of sleep she had gotten in a while, I grabbed an extra blanket from the closet and made a spot for myself on the couch.


The next morning, I woke up to the aroma of pancakes flooding into the apartment. There were no clattering of dishes, running of sinks, or even the whirring sound pancakes flipping through the still air. Just pure silence. Groggy from having just awoken, I groaned and rubbed my eyes, eventually standing up and heading toward the kitchen. I checked my phone (which I had forgotten to charge overnight, but luckily my girlfriend had not) to a ton of texts from my friends, as well as a missed call from both of my parents' cellphones. Ignoring the phone calls, I immediately began to text back, when I was greeted with a kiss on the cheek.

"Happy birthday, babe," Autumn said, pecking me on the lips and handing me a plate of chocolate chip pancakes. "I made them myself."

A disbelieving raise of an eyebrow caused her prideful grin to fade into a slighter smile, making sure to add that she didn't break anything. At least not that she knew of.

"How long have you been up?" I asked, shoving a forkful of pancake into my mouth. I wasn't trying to come across as skeptical, but I truly was interested in how much--or in this case, how little--sleep she had gotten.

"Just a little while," she shrugged, suddenly shifting her eyes toward the kitchen. I immediately knew that she was lying to me, but decided to brush it off because after all, it was my eighteenth birthday.


Our post-breakfast discussion contained ideas of what we could possibly do for my birthday, as well as what I wanted for my birthday (which I found out that she bought my gift a month prior to my actual day of birth).

"I wish I could see Green Day in concert," I sighed. But there was no use in even checking for tickets considering that they were in England.

"I know," Autumn sighed, pouring each of us a pot of coffee. "I want to see them just as much as you do."

I chuckled at the fact that she was correct. One thing I love about her is her exceptionally rad taste in music.

Despite the fact that our conversation led to--well, nowhere--we had agreed to get dressed up for our dinner date.

She was heading toward the bathroom door to take a shower when I winked at her, "wear something pretty."

And she sure as hell did.


Autumn walked out of the bathroom in the black strapless dress that she wore on our first real date as well as a pair of silver heels.

"Wow, Autumn, you look..." I tried to think of an adjective to describe her beauty, but I was at an unfortunate loss of words.

"Breathtaking? Grungy? Too good for you?" She teased, winking at me and walking toward the kitchen counter to find her purse. "Close your mouth, Luke, you'll catch flies."

I couldn't see her face from the distance, but I knew that a smirk was definitely plastered across it.


"I still don't see why you never let me drive," Autumn pouted and I chuckled.

"Because you don't understand the difference between driving and, well, crashing," I deadpanned and she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Don't break up with me," she joked. "I might slash your tires."

Although she was kidding, the tires threat sounded pretty probable.

"I'll try not to," I chuckled, pressing my foot down on the gas pedal as the light turned green. "When are you going to give me my present?" I eagerly asked. I understood that I had probably asked sixteen times within the previous twenty minutes, but I didn't care. The anxiety was tearing me apart.


I pulled into a parking spot at the restaurant, but she hit the lock button on the doors as I tried to get out. I turned over to look at her and she held a key in her hand. It had a large bow taped on top of it and she handed it to me.

"What's this?" I asked, intrigued by the cut of the key.

"Happy birthday, Luke."

I looked at her in a confused daze and she chuckled.

"It's a key to an apartment. A bigger one."

I raised an eyebrow and my mouth fell open in complete shock. "What?"

"I got us a bigger place. One of our own."



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