unholy | lrh

❝you need to ask god to forgive you for your sins.❞

in which a player makes it his mission to sleep with the preachers daughter.


#lukehemmings #arianagrande #michaelclifford #arzaylea #justinbieber #harrystyles #madisonbeer #calumhood #ashtonirwin #5sos #hariana #jariana #lariana


9. nine

i made the edit on the side/top

"No! Ariana, what the h.ell are you thinking?! We strictly told you, no Luke," My mother's voice lowers, her eyes frantically scanning the hall for any sign of my father. She pulls me into the kitchen, not wanting to take any chances most likely,"If your father found out, he'd have my head, your head, and that punk boy's head on sticks!"

A sigh leaves my lips, and I run a hand through my hair in pure frustration. I realize that I'm going to have to explain this again.

"Mom, my teacher assigned this project with the person sitting beside us and Luke was sitting beside me at the time. I can't do this on my own, it'll effect my grade."

My mom nods, but then a look of realization comes to her face.

"Why were you sitting next to Luke?"

I let out a nervous laugh, not knowing how to answer her question. It's not like I put a gun to Luke's head and said "sit here or I'll shoot you." He chose to sit with me.

I certainly can't tell my mother I've been walking to school with him, she'd probably flip.

In the end, I decide to just tell the truth and not lie about anything.

"He...um...he kinda randomly sat next to me and yeah."

Okay, it wasn't the full truth but it wasn't a full lie either.

My mom narrows her eyes at me, staring into my soul and trying to tell if I was lying to her. After a while, she sighs and returns to her cautious whisper mode.

"Look, I don't want you hanging around Luke, and neither does your father. But I do understand that this a project, which is serious. So I give you permission to go next door and work with Luke. But nothing else! Do not talk to him anymore after that. He's a bad influence on you, and you shouldn't hang around people like that."

I only nod, understanding where my mom was coming from. Deep down inside I knew cutting off all contact with Luke would be tough. I practically talk to him twice or three times everyday. I'm used to his free coffee in the mornings, and our walks to school. Along with our stupid fights and arguments. Having all that vanish in one day will be hard for me, as much as I'd hate to admit it.

"Well, I'll see you in a few hours then." I say to my mom, offering her a hug that she returns.

I grab my binder and leave the house, thanking G.od that I changed into some more comfy clothes when I arrived home.

I was nervous as I approached Luke's house, to say the least. I've  been there a few times, but I was still fairly new to the vibes his home gave off. I'm also partially afraid that Luke will end up raping me, but you can never really be too sure with Luke.

I go to knock on Luke's door, lifting my arm and being centimeters from wrapping my knuckles and doing the knock pattern I've done ever since I was younger, but I'm stopped by someone opening the door and grabbing my wrist.

I'm flung into Luke's home at once, and I'm met with a pair of familiar blue eyes.

"Luke? What the h.ell?!"

I yank my wrist from his grasp, using my other hand to rub it softly because it slightly stung from the power of Luke's hold.

"Hey, wifey! Or should I say project buddy?"

I wasn't afraid to admit which one I liked the most, but I found my cheeks flushing to a light pink when I responded.

"I actually prefer wifey."

Luke's electric blue eyes widen in pleasant surprise, and I giggle at the facial expression he makes at me.

"Aw, does little Ari have a crush on Lukey?"

I swat away Luke's hands frantically as they go to pinch my cheeks, and I find myself turning a deeper shade of crimson than I did previously.

"No, shut up. We need to start this project."

And with that Luke nods, turning and walking up the stairs to his room. I follow after him, feeling a little afraid that we'd be in his room alone with the house to ourselves while he's not high off drugs.

"Is Liz back in?" I ask, already knowing the answer to my question by the emptiness of the house.

"No, she won't be back till Sunday. I might throw a party Saturday."

I only roll my eyes at Luke's horrible plans. Throwing a party the day before your mom comes home? That has the words "bad idea" written all over it.

"Okay, what even was the assignment again?"

I sigh, even though I should've known Luke would've forgotten. He can never remember the names of all those different blonde girls he sleeps around with.

"We're supposed to write an essay on someone we admire, and we have to read it in front of the whole class."

The last bit definitely scares me more than the first. I'm not exactly popular, and a lot of girls might not like the fact that I'm doing this project with Luke.

"That's easy. I'd write about you, Ari."

My cheeks tint pink once again, and I bite my lip hard to try and fight the smile that was starting to creep its way onto my face. I know he's just kidding, I'm sure has no interest in me. He's just saying this to try and slither his way into my pants.

"I'm flattered, Luke, but I'm not aloud to be talking to you. I'm pretty sure I'm not aloud to date you either."

Even though I was talking to Luke, I couldn't help but feel like I was trying to convince myself that what I was saying was true more than convince him.

"You certainly didn't have a problem with talking to me when you couldn't fall asleep and you asked me to come over and stay with you until you fell asleep."

It was quite obvious that Luke was upset, but I couldn't blame him. I'm sending him mixed signals.

It's not fair to him for me to be able to tell him to come over to my house one night, and then for me to tell him that I want nothing to do with him the next.

"Luke, I'm sorry. But my mom told me that I'm not aloud to talk to you after this."

Saying the words made it all the more real, and after I'd realized what I said, I knew he'd probably send me out of his house.


I sigh, not really wanting to go into further detail as to why my parents hate Luke's guts.

"Because you're...you're everything my father fears in life. He doesn't like the people he doesn't understand and he really doesn't like people who look like you. The kids who wear dark clothing. He's convinced that they're sent straight from H.ell to make everyone sin and do unholy things. He doesn't understand that you're actually a really nice person. I'm sorry Luke, this was never gonna work out anyway."

Luke seems really upset for a few moments, then he suddenly composes himself and the smirk is back on his face.

"Well, you said yourself we were never friends so..."

I only roll my eyes at Luke. Of all the things he could choose to remember he chooses that.

"True, Hemmings."

I smirk at Luke as well, and he only rolls his eyes.

"But really, who's a person we both admire?"

Luke thinks on my question, and then his eyes light up.


The moment the name leaves Luke's lips I couldn't help but laugh in his face. It sounded so foreign to hear him speak of G.od, and I actually don't think I've ever heard him talk about G.od before.

"What's so funny? I'm dead serious."

My laughing immediately stops when I see that Luke wasn't joking.

He was being serious.


Luke seems even more upset then at first, and I quickly began to feel bad about basically calling him an evil, malicious person.

"Why is that such a shock?"

I'm not supposed to lie to people, and if I started now then I'd probably never learn how to stop. So I was completely and brutally honest to Luke.

"You party, you drink, you smoke, you do drugs, you have s.ex with girls who you never remember the names of, you have s.ex period, you lie, you cheat, you use your looks to get what you want, you make awful grades, and you tried to get with my sister which is totally illegal."

I take a deep breath once I'd finished my slight rant, getting the type of winded feeling that happens to me when I try and do one of the raps from a twenty one pilots song.

Luke wears a look I can't decipher. His head is hung low and his blue eyes are blazing with a look full of an emotion that I've never seen on him.

Is he feeling sorry for himself? Is he upset with the person that he is. Does Luke Hemmings actually have a heart?

Luke looks up at me again, and all traces of the mystery emotion is gone. He looks like his usual, smirking self again.

"What if I can prove to you that you're wrong? That I'm not the bad guy you think I am. What if I can make you think that I'm a good guy?"

Luke's words intrigued me. I'd always pictured him as one of those guys in a movie with a black leather jacket and tight, ripped jeans with a cigarette hanging loosely from their mouth as they lean against a brick wall with a mischievous glint in their eyes. I've never though of him as the opposite. For him to change the way I view him...it'd take a lot.

"Ha! You can kiss me if you can make me think that you're actually a good guy."

Okay, we all know that I'm not the best person at thinking before I speak. This would certainly be a fine example of that statement.

I mean, if Luke didn't succeed in his task them I'll have nothing to worry about right? He obviously doesn't posses one nice or normal bone in his body, he's completely evil and unkind and...

Okay, so this isn't a good situation.

Luke is actually a very nice person who has some cute and sweet moments. But the bad overshadows the good. As long as I can keep him doing more bad than good, I should be worry free.

Once I was done worrying about the words that had left my mouth, I looked at Luke. His eyes were wide in excitement and a giant smile began to spread across his face. He looked beautiful for about 3.2 seconds, and then he began smirking again. Which made him look like he was plotting to take candy from all the babies in the world.

"You are so on! I can't believe you actually said that. I hope you know that you're gonna end up kissing me."

I roll my eyes at Luke as he gives me a look of fake sympathy.

"Whatever. You're totally bad, there's nothing you can do to make me think otherwise."

It's silent for a few seconds, and Luke looks deep in thought.

It's moments like these where I like to watch him. It interests me greatly to see the way he reacts to things, and how he looks when he's upset or sad or mad or excited or happy. I don't know why, but he's just fun to look at.

"I'll go to church with you."

My breath hitches in my throat, the wind being temporarily knocked from my lungs. I blink a couple of times, trying to regain my composure. Once I was positive that I was okay, I look up at Luke to see his blue eyes already looking at me in pure and utter amusement.

"Y-you c-can't do that."

I'm so scared. I'm so scared it's not even funny.

Luke can't show up to my church, my parents would probably flip s.hit if they saw Luke walk into the one place that they're sure he doesn't belong.

And me.

I'd be in so much trouble if they even for a second thought that I told him he could come to our church.

"I can and I will."

I nod in terror, knowing that Luke was right. I had no right to keep him from coming to my church, as much as I didn't want him there.

And with that, we began to work on our project.

I'm sorry if this was bad, it was kinda a filler so oops...

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