Crazily into You (l.h. fanfic)

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  • Updated: 11 Feb 2018
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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.



10. n i n e


**Novanna's apartment (above)


The next morning, I roll over and see my lover. I smile and rest my head on his tatted back.

"Good morning, baby," I say, my voice scratchy from just waking up. He starts to move and he rolls over onto his back, causing me to lay my head on his tatted stomach. He stretches and wraps his arm around my bare back.

"Morning, beautiful." I smile. He kisses the top of my head and starts to rub my back.

"Do you feel better than yesterday?" He asks me. I scrunch my eyebrows, remembering the incident from yesterday.

"I feel way better than yesterday. God, I hate that ugly cunt." I hear him chuckle, which causes his body and my head that was laying on his stomach to shake.

"Why do you hate her again?" I sit up.

"Because Luke talks about her too much and we barely even know her. The rest of the boys, Crystal and Calum's sister, even Mads like her and I don't even know why. They're all talking about her and it's annoying." He starts to play with my hair.

"So why don't you just leave him? Why go through all that when you can stop seeing me on the down-low and just end it." I shrug. 

"I dunno." He stops playing with my hair.

"Do you not want to be with me?" I look at him.

"Of course I do!" He shrugs.

"So... what are you gonna do?" I sigh and rest my head back on his chest again.

"I don't know, Bear. Just let me think about it." He plays with my hair again.

"Well, you better figure it out."


I woke up this morning and thought about what happened last night. After Arzaylea left the party last night, I walked back inside and everyone was back to partying except for my friends. Michael walked up to me. He opened his mouth to say something, but I put my hand up.

"Listen, Mikey. I really don't need your shit, right now. If you want to hear it, then fine: yes, you and Crytal have an amazing relationship." He looked shocked.

"I wasn't going to say that. I was going to ask if you were alright." I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.

"I'll be alright." He nodded and walked back over to Crystal. Calum was holding my little sister's hand. He noticed me looking at them and he let go of it. I chose to ignore them. Ashton was still holding onto Haiti's arm, who was heavily breathing, probably with anger. I walked over them.

"Hey, are you alright?" She glared at me.

"I'm fine, Luke." She shrugged Ashton off of her. 

"I'm going home." She said. She started walking towards the door. I followed her out.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked. She sighed and turned around.

"Luke, stop asking me if I'm okay. I'm fine. I just want to go home." She turned back around and started walking again, but turned around to me.

"Tell your girlfriend to watch out." Then she walked to her car and drove off. 

I go home after that, feeling really fucked up. I know that I'm interested in Haiti but my manager wants me to stay in the relationship with Arzaylea. And I do love Arzaylea... I think. Gosh, I'm just confusing myself. I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. After I've brushed my teeth and taken a shower, I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and head over to Ashton's. He'll know what to do.


After the fight between Haiti and Arzaylea, the group started to leave. Madison was still a little tipsy from the alcohol and she didn't want her brother to know she was drunk, so she came home with me. I didn't know what to think of the kiss that happened between us. I mean, I think she's a great girl: she's sweet, she's very talented, and always smiles a lot. We're really close considering we kinda grew up together. She'll be 18 soon, so I'm not worried about her age. And there are times where I gaze at her because she's really pretty. She has an issue with her self-esteem and worrying about what people think of her. Ever since she moved to L.A. to live with her brother, she's been getting a lot of hate. She also has issues with choosing the wrong kind of friends. Like I can see that the girls she calls friends aren't really her friends. They just say that so they can say they were with 5SOS and it makes me angry. But she can't seem to see that they're just using her to make themselves look cool. And I know she likes me. I'm just worried about her brother. I know that he knows that she likes me, and he doesn't seem to care but what will he think, or act if we started dating?

I help her to her room and before I left, she mumbled my name. I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah?" She rests her head on my lap.

"Did you get uncomfortable after I kissed you, but acted like you weren't fazed just to be nice?" She asked. I scrunched my nose.

"Of course not. I really liked it. I was just waiting to see if you'd have the balls to kiss me." She grinned and started to blush.

"Yeah, me too." I chuckle and played with her hair.

"Just get some rest, Mads. We can talk about this tomorrow when you're sober." She nods and pulls the cover closer to her chin.


When I left the party, I drove straight to Novanna's apartment. I pounded and pounded on the door, waiting for her to open it. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Acalme-se!" I heard her say from the other side of the door. She swings it open, ready to yell at whoever is banging on her door at 1 in the morning, but when she saw it was me and my facial expression and how my hair is all over the place, her expression changed.

"Menina, what's wrong?" She asked. I ignored her and brushed past her to her living room. I plopped down on the couch and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make it look half decent. Novanna sat next to me, waiting for my response. I sighed and told her what happened. After I was done, She was basically fuming. She was up, pacing in her living room.

"That fudas boceta! Who does she think she is? God, she makes me so, so bravo! You should've let me fight her. I would've whooped her bunda!" I couldn't help myself, I started laughing. She gave me a weird look.

"Why are you laughing? This isn't funny." She said. I calmed myself so that I could answer.

"It actually is. It's funny when you get mad and start speaking in Portuguese and English." She grinned and sat back down. The door to her bedroom opened, and Jax walked out, shirtless (yum!). He looked really tired.

"What's with all this yelling, man? It's one in the morning." He yawned. Novanna walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Bebê just go back to sleep." He mumbles an 'okay', kissed her on the forehead, and went back into the room. I sighed. I wish I had a relationship like that. She walked back over to me and sits down again.

"So what are you going to do?" She asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. 

"I don't know. All I know is that if she says something to me, we're gonna fight again." She just laughs at me. I don't like to fight, and I don't encourage violence, but because of my older brother, Andres, was so rough and we always wrestled each other, I know how to fight. 

I wake up this morning and head downstairs to get breakfast. As I'm eating a bowl of cereal, my phone rings. It's my boss.

"Hello?" I answer.

"We need to talk. Meet me in my office." My stomach drops. Oh shit, he knows

"Yes, sir. I'll be there right away." He doesn't answer, just hangs up. I finish my bowl of cereal as quickly as possible and run the stairs to my room. I take a shower and I brush my teeth. I quickly feed my dog, grab my car keys, and head out the door.


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English Translation

acalme-se                                           calm down

menina                                                              girl

fudas                                                          fucking

boceta                                                             cunt

bunda                                                               ass

bebe                                                              baby

This story seems too long to me... Huh, oh well. How is everyone? I hope you all had a lovely day. The (yum!) part in Haiti's p.o.v. isn't Haiti that thinks of him like that. That was all me, lol. I'm very excited for my girl @t.ann she's new, but she's an amazing author. You should definitely check out her stories, one that I am a co-author of. Thanks for reading!


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