Crazily into You (l.h. fanfic)

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  • Published: 30 Nov 2017
  • 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.



11. t e n

**Ceo of Milk Studios, Mazdack Rassi's office (above)


I walk into Milk Studios. The makeup artists and the other photographers were looking at me like they knew I was going to get my ass chewed. I speed walk to his office. I walk up to his door and take a deep breath before knocking.

"Come in." My shaky hand reaches for the doorknob and I turn it. I walk in and sit in one of the seats that are in front of his desk. He continues typing a few times before stopping completely and looking at me, resting his hands on his desk.

"Ms. Thompson," He starts. My hand gets clammy.

"I saw a certain video that's all over the internet. It looks to be taken at a party and the 5SOS boys were there. And so was Luke's girlfriend, Arzaylea. Can you please explain to me why you two were fighting?" I open my mouth to explain, but words don't come out. He arches his eyebrow, indicating that he's waiting.

"Sir, First off, I didn't start that fight-"

"I didn't ask who started it, I just want to know why you were fighting." He says, rather calmly. I nod.

"For some reason, Arzaylea doesn't like me. She thinks that I'm trying to take her boyfriend from her. So at the party, I was just dancing with Luke and the rest and she showed up at the party. Then she pushed me. And then she's pulling my hair so I fought back." I explain. He sighs.

"Haiti, you're one of the best photographers that work for me. I was in New York, getting on the plane to fly back here when my assistant showed me this video. You fighting your clients' girlfriend makes yourself look bad, makes me look bad, and makes Milk Studios look bad and I can't- no, I won't have that." I nod, looking at my hands that were shaking in my lap.

"If you have to, then act like you like her. Consider this a warning because I would definitely hate to have to end your career, working for me. I love your work. You're phenomenal. If it happens again..." I shake my head rapidly.

"No, sir. It won't." He nods.

"You may leave." I quickly stand up, nod my head and walk out. I sigh really loudly after I closed the door. One of my colleagues that were walking by, stops and looks at me.

"Are you fired?" I give her a sheepish grin.

"No, Jera. I'm not." She snaps her fingers.

"Damn, I was hoping you were." She jokes. I playfully roll my eyes and walk to my office. As I make my way there, all I can think about was wringing Arzaylea's pretty little neck.


I wake up, to the smell of bacon and pancakes. I smile and stretch before getting out of bed. I grab Jax's black T-shirt and pull it over my head and over my body. I walk out of my room to see Jax feeding his gray and white puppy pitbull, Maylee. I sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso.

"Woah! You scared the shit out of me!" I laugh. He turns around and bends down to give me a kiss.

"Bom Dia." He says, in Portuguese. I smile.

"Bom Dia." He walks behind the counter and hands me a plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and pancakes on it. 

"Aw, baby. You didn't have to." He shrugs and his face turns a little red. He's so cute. I pick up a piece of bacon and see a little grease drip onto the plate which causes a little puke to rise up, but I swallow it back down. Ew, that was gross, I think.

"Jax, can you get me a glass of water, por favor?" He nods and grabs a cup from the cabinet. He fills it with water and hands it to me. I eat the first slice of bacon a reach for the second one which does the same thing. This time, I wasn't going to be able to swallow it down. I sprint to the bathroom that is in my room and puke in the toilet. A second later, I feel Jax's hands pulling my hair out of my face and rubbing my back.

"Babe, you alright?" He asks. I spit and nod.

"I didn't know that I wasn't feeling well." 

"That means you're gonna stay in. Do you want me to stay in with you?" He asks me. I couldn't shake my head because I started puking again. I manage to shake my head.

"No. You have to be at the studio for your song, remember?" I say. Jax is a rapper or a beginners rapper he says. He has a couple record deals. 

"I know, but I'd feel terrible if I didn't stay here with you knowing that you're sick." I sit up when I'm sure I'm not going to puke again. 

"Bebê, it's fine. I'll text Haiti to come over." He sighs.

"Okay. I would kiss you, but you got yuck mouth." I smack my lips and hit his leg. He just laughs as he dodges my hit. He helps me up and gets me comfortable in bed.

"Can I get you anything before I leave?" He asks. I shake my head.

"No, I'm okay. Leave, before you're late." He makes a hurt face.

"Oh, I see. You're acting sick and tryna get me to leave so your side man can come over. Fine, I see how it is." I roll my eyes and hit him again.

"Whatever." He laughs and kisses my forehead before walking to the door.

"Love you!" He calls.

"Love you too!" I call back. Then I hear the door close. I grab my phone to text Haiti.

Me: Are you busy?

Preto Puta💯: no, what's up biotch

Me: Can you come over? I don't feel good. I just puked.

Preto Puta💯: aww, chica. i'm coming over. plus I have some shizz to tell you.

Me: Is it about that enxada, Arzaylea😒?

Preto Puta💯: yepp!

Me: Ughhh!

Preto Puta💯: same, honey.


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English Translation

bom dia                                              good morning

por favor                                                         please

bebê                                                                  baby

preto                                                                 black

puta                                                                 whore

chica                                                                    girl

enxada                                                             bitch


I'm only doing two p.o.v.'s for this chapter because I don't really like having a lot in one chapter. I don't want this story to stretch out to be too long, but that's just it for this one. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!


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