Crazily into You (l.h. fanfic)

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Haiti Thompson is a photographer.

Luke Hemmings is the lead singer of a popular band.
Luke is in a sketchy relationship.

Haiti just recently got out of a bad relationship.
Haiti was assigned to be the boys' photographer and right away, Luke becomes interested in her. But reality hits him in the face daily when he is reminded that he is in a relationship, even though he thinks she is cheating on him.

But for some reason, he just can't leave Haiti alone.

Find out what happens in Crazy Love.



6. f i v e

(Not Luke Hemmings, but you'll get it further in the story)


After that argument with Arzaylea, I couldn't help myself, but I decided to text Haiti.

Me: Hey is it alright if I hang out with you? I just got in an argument with Arzaylea and now I don't really know what to do.

As soon as I sent that text, I instantly regretted it. She's probably going to think I'm a weirdo wanting to hang out with her. I quickly type in a reply just in case if she rejects me and says I'm weird. Hey... sorry for... texting you that... I meant to send... that to Cal... and then realized... She replied back.

Haiti: sure. I really need to talk to you anyways. i hope that doesn't sound weird aha.

I sigh in relief. Then I laugh at her last response, definitely knowing that feeling.

Me: Great. I'll be over in a few. What's your address?

Haiti: its *sends address

Me: Alrighty :)

I grab my keys and walk out of my house to my car. I drive to her address. As I walk into the building of the apartment and to her apartment room, I knock. I hear movement on the other side. The door opens, and Haiti smiles to me.

"Hi," she says. I smile back.

"Hey." She moves aside and lets me walk in. I look around at her apartment and whistle.

"Wow. This place is nice." She chuckles.

"It's alright." She walks over to the couch and I follow. I sit next to her, but not too close.

"So what did you need to tell me?" I ask. She sighs and rubs her eyes.

"I got a text from Jevon, my ex." I raise my eyebrows.

"What did he want?" 

"He wanted to meet up with me and said that he needed to talk to me. So I met up with him and basically, he was like he misses me and wanted me to give him another chance. He said he changed and that he regretted it." Shit.

"Are you going to give him another chance?" It takes her a few minutes before she shakes her head.

"I don't trust him." Then she starts to cry softly.

"But it just sucks. I tell myself that I've moved on, but really I haven't. I think I might still love him, but I just can't go back to him because of how wrong he did me. And I've been keeping myself busy by always working, and even though I kind of pushed myself away from everyone, at least I wasn't hurting anymore. But then when I saw him for the first time in three months I started to hurt all over again." She covers her face with her hands.

"Sorry that I just cried in front of you. I'm sure you're feeling really awkward now." She chuckles. I instantly shake my head.

"Nah, I'm good. You're hurting, and you can't help yourself." I scoot closer to her and wrap my arm around her. She rests her head on my shoulder and starts sniffing while I rub her arm.


After sitting so close to Luke with him holding me basically, I finally felt better. I pull away and smile at him.

"Thanks," I say. He returns another smile.

"It's alright." I wipe my nose.

"So. What were you and Arzaylea arguing about?" He looks at me then scratches the back of his head.

"Do you really want to know?" He asks. I think about it before coming to a conclusion.

"Were you arguing about me?" I ask. He gives a guilty look. I sigh.

"I'm sorry." He scrunches his eyebrows.

"Why would you be sorry?"

"Because you two are arguing about me." He smacks his lips.

"It's really not your fault. She was being a bitch to you and then she got mad at me because I was 'defending' you. I don't know why she doesn't like you." I shrug. 

"Do I need to like distance myself from you?" He shakes his head.

"No. You and I are friends. There's nothing wrong with that. Besides she does that all the time when I'm friends with other females. If anything, I'm the one who should be suspicious about her 'friendships' with guys that I've never heard of or met." I cock my head.

"What do you mean?" I ask. He sighs again.

"I think she could be cheating on me too." I nod my head.

"Well, it's the worst feeling ever." We sit in silence. I stare at nothing before I continue.

"It's like you think you did something wrong to deserve it and then you start to think that maybe you do deserve it. You start to question every little thing about yourself and wonder what you can do to change. Then it feels like they took your heart and sat on it: suffocating it with all the lies and the sneaking around with other people. And then they rip it in half when they tell you that they love you and that there's no one who can replace you. It literally feels like a heart attack." I can see Luke out of the corner of my eye, turning to face me.

"I'm so sorry that you got cheated on. I can't even imagine what you must be feeling." I just shrug. Then all of a sudden, someone's pounding on my door. 

"Haiti! Open this fucking door!" I look to Luke in confusion before getting up and rushing to the front door. I don't even check to see who it is. I open it and it's Jevon. 

"Jevon? What are you doing here?" He stumbles in and there's a vodka bottle in his hand. He's drunk, I thought.

"Babe, Imiss you s'much. Please, Ifeel like 'm dying." He says. He barely manages to walk, but comes up to me and grabs my face. I try pulling his hands off me.

"Jevon, you're drunk. Go home." I say. He shakes his head.

"I am home. You're home baby. Can't you see that-" He burps and I can smell his breath. It rinks of vodka. 

"You said that you couldn't trust me but you can... just lemme prove it to you." He grabs my waist roughly and tries to kiss me. I see Luke in the background, getting up off the couch. I put my hand up, indicating to not come. He stops.

"Jevon, get off me." He grabs a handful my hair and pulls it too hard. I hiss.

"No, I just need you..." His nails dig into my waist. I yelp in pain.

"Jevon..." I struggle to get him off of me. Then Luke comes over and pulls Jevon off and throws him to the floor.

"What the hell?" He looks up and looks at Luke. Then he looks at me then back to Luke. His facial expression changes.

"Oh, so this is why you won't take me back. Is 'cause you fucking some other dude." He inches closer to us. Luke steps between him and I and puts a hand up to him.

"C'mon, mate. Settle down." Jevon swats his hand away.

"C'mon, mate. Man, fuck do you think you talking to? I'd beat yo ass in a heartbeat." He gets closer. Luke puts a hand around me. Jevon must've seen in it, because the next thing that happens, he pounces on Luke. He starts throwing punches after punches. I quickly rush over to them and try prying Jevon off him.

"Jevon! Get off! Stop!" He swings back and his elbow hits me in the jaw. I stumble back and it starts throbbing, but I choose to ignore it and continue trying to pull Jevon off Luke again.

"Jevon! If you don't quit, I'm gonna call the cops!" Jevon stops punching Luke and turns around towards me. He looks angry.

"Does it look like I give a fuck about the police right now? I poured my heart out to you earlier, tryin' to get you back, but you rejected me 'cause you too busy with this **nigga!" He starts walking towards me and I back up with each step he takes. As long as he away from Luke.

"You were just telling me a bunch of lies, Jevon. You don't love me. If you did, the thought of wanting to have sex with another woman would've never crossed paths in your head. But no, that didn't concern you because you went ahead and slept with two other women. Like one wasn't enough. Like wanting to cheat on me wasn't going to hurt me. What makes you think I want to be with you now after you just busted into my home drunk and then beat up my friend? No, I'm not sleeping with him, he has a girlfriend. I'm his assigned photographer. But even if I was, it shouldn't matter to you because we're not together anymore." Then Jevon grabs my arms, digging his nails into my skin. He gets into my face.

"Watch your fucking mouth." I twist out of his grasp then smack him across the face. At this point, I'm crying again.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I shout. I'm breathing heavy. Jevon glares at me then grabs his vodka bottle that must've fallen to the floor. He looks at Luke, takes a swig of his vodka, then walks out. Once I hear my door slam shut, I close my eyes and sigh then quickly make my way towards to Luke. His nose is bleeding and his lip is busted. He has a bruise on his cheek and a cut above his eyebrow. I place my hand behind his head and grab his arm. I slowly pull him up.

"I'm so so sorry about that, Luke. I had no idea." He just laughs.

"I've never gotten beat up before. It is the worst feeling ever." I grin. 

"Just sit up and I'll be back with a wet washcloth and an ice pack." He starts touching his face and hisses everytime he touches a sore spot. I come back with a washcloth and a frozen bag of peas. I knee down to Luke and dab his face, cleaning the blood off. He hisses and pulls away.

"Luke, be still." I proclaim.

"But it hurts!" He whines. Once I finish wiping the blood from his eye and his nose, I near towards the cut on his lip which causes me to blush. Luke notices and he smirks.

"Stop smirking, it's difficult to clean your lip," I say, harsh. He chuckles.

"Yes, ma'am." It's silent for a while before Luke speaks again.

"You're really beautiful, Haiti." He whispers. I stop wiping his lip and look up at him, making eye contact. He stares back before leaning in and kissing me. I freeze for a minute before leaning in a little, cocking my head to the side to deepen the kiss. Then I realize that Luke is in a relationship and I pull away. His face turns red.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He looks away. I gulp and look down at the crimson washcloth that was in my hands.

"Yeah," I whisper, my voice sounding raspy. Luke stands up.

"I should probably go, it's getting late." He scratches the back of his head. I nod, not making eye contact with him. He stands there for a couple of seconds before walking towards the door. Once I hear my door close, I sigh and flop on my couch.

What am I doing?



So, further in the story, I typed **nigga. I don't want to offend anyone, so let me explain. First off, I'm black (mixed actually) so I have the right to say it, no I'm not being racist. Second off, I thought it would seem right in the story because Zendaya is black and Bryson Tiller is black. I just don't want anyone to get offended by it and I hope that this is a little helpful. If not, comment down below and we can settle it. Love you!


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