(In case you missed it, heres part 1)
(Sooo this probably has a lot of errors because i tried to finish this as fast as i could for you guys. I got over 50 asks requesting this, which is insane like i tried to reply to them all but there was just so much. I’m sorry it took so long, i have a loooot of homework thanks to college and the end of the semester. But I’m finished talking, hope you enjoy part 2❤️)
You were sitting on your friends couch, staring blankly at
the TV, not really paying attention to what was playing.
Today was the day Luke was leaving for tour and wouldn’t be
back for the next 5 months.
Sighing, you pulled your phone out of your pocket,
checking to see if you had any missed calls.
That’s how it’s been for the past two days. You were too afraid to call or text him, so you waited for
his response first.
Nothing ever came.
He never once made a point to try and fix things. Normally, you would think maybe he was just scared or upset,
but this wasn’t any other normal time. It was like nothing even changed for him. You saw constant pictures of him out at the clubs, acting
like everything was perfectly fine. While you cried yourself to sleep for the past two nights,
he was out partying it up with god knows how many girls.
Feeling a tear slip from your eye, you harshly wiped it off,
getting up to grab your keys from the coffee table. You figured since Luke would be gone by now, you’d get the
rest of your things. Your best friend agreed to let you stay at her house for a
while until you could figure out what to do. She had honestly been so amazing
these past two days, not really pressuring you to talk about what happened,
just offering a shoulder to cry on.
She tried to go with you, wanting to be
there for support but you wouldn’t let her. This was just something you needed
to do alone.
15 minutes later you pulled into the driveway of the house
that used to be yours. But now it looked like nothing but a distant memory.
Shaking, you forced yourself to get out he car, wishing you
had just agreed to let your best friend come with you.
Stopping at the door, you weren’t sure if you could do this. Once you got the last of your things from the house, that
would be it.
No more Luke.
Before you let yourself walk back down the driveway, you
quickly opened the door, immediately regretting even coming. Everything was the same. It was like you never even left.
Walking past the living room, you saw the plate you had two
days ago still sitting there.
Maybe Luke never even came back. He probably just stayed at
Calum’s, not wanting to have to see you before he left.
He really was done with you.
Shaking your head, refusing to cry, you made your way down
the hallway to the bedroom.
Again, his words still echoed back and forth as you finished
grabbing the rest of your clothes.
THEN FUCKING LEAVE!
SEE IF I CARE
Over and over, that’s all you heard.
THEN FUCKING LEAVE!
SEE IF I CARE
But then it all stopped.
Spinning around you felt your stomach drop. In the doorway was the one person you were so sure you would
never see again.
Actually, he looked completely different that what you would
have expected. It was like he looked the same way you felt.
He had dark circles under his puffy eyes, making you realize
he had been crying. His normal quiffed hair was flat, like it hadn’t been
washed in a few days. Extremely pale, you couldn’t bare to look at him anymore.
Feeling yourself start to loose it, you looked down at your
shoes not sure what to say or do.
“Um… I thought… uh… I didn’t think you would be here right now.
I thought your plane left this morning.”
He stayed quiet for a moment, making you look back at him.
“They pushed the flight till tomorrow” he mumbled softly.
Shaking your head, you started to walk out of the room.
“Well um… I guess… um I’ll come back tomorrow to get the rest of my
things, so I don’t bother you”
But to your surprise he stepped in front of the doorway,
blocking you from leaving.
You just stared at him, completely confused to what he was
Quietly he whispered a “Don’t go”, followed by his voice cracking at the end.
Staring at him, you didn’t know what to do. Just two days ago he acted like you were nothing and now its like he cared again.
But you still didn’t trust him.
“Why” you said so softly, not even sure if he heard you.
Looking down, he did nothing but shrug, fiddling with his pinky ring.
Starting to get upset, you tried pushing past him.
“No, you don’t get to act like this. You’re the one who told me to just leave. So that’s what I’m doing, I’m leaving you”
Trying to push him away from the door, you felt warm tears falling down your cheeks.
But he wouldn’t budge.
That’s when you started hitting his chest as hard as you could, only feeling yourself get weaker and weaker with each blow.
When you couldn’t bare to hit him anymore, he wrapped his arms around you. Almost as if he was afraid to let go.
Sobbing, you let yourself fall limp in his arms, feeling him tuck his head on the side of your neck.
“Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry” you heard him whisper.
There it was.
He was finally fighting for you.
Wrapping your arms around his waist, he wrapped his even tighter, making you feel instantly relieved knowing he did still care.
And that’s how you guys stayed for quite some time. Neither one of you was willing to make the first move to let go. It was the first time all week you actually touched each other.
It was something you missed so much.
Something he needed so much.
But you knew you needed to let go.
He needed to know what he did was not okay.
And you needed to know why.
Slowly pulling away from him, you heard his breath hitch, like he was scared what you were going to do. You didn’t know it but he was so terrified you were still going to walk out the door, leaving him all alone.
Looking up at him, you slightly frowned.
Cupping his face, you used your thumbs to wipe away his tears, not even realizing he had been crying. You honestly did hate seeing him like this. No matter what he did to you, you never wanted to see him so broken.
He let out a sigh and started walking over to the edge of the bed, pulling you with him. Once he sat down, he placed you in front of him so you had to look down at his face.
Playing with your fingers, he intertwined your hands and finally looked up at you.
“I really am sorry. I need to you to believe me.”
Shaking your head, you glanced away from him, not wanting to met his eyes.
“Then why did you act the way you did? Why did you treat me like i was nothing to you? Why didn’t you call the second you realized i really had left? Why-” and you couldn’t finish your sentence. You had started crying midway of talking and it wasn’t letting you speak correctly.
Feeling him pull you into his lap, he hugged you again, whispering a bunch of apologies.
After you calmed down again, he started explaining.
“I was just scared, okay? I just… i don’t know… i was scared”
“Scared of what? What are you talking about?” You asked looking at him.
Sighing, he pushed you off his lap onto the bed, standing up to start walking back and forth.
“I was scared of getting close to you again. I had finally gotten used to not being with you all the time. I was scared that when i came back,i would get attached to you all over. I was only going to be in town for a week and then have to leave again. I would have to deal with the fact that i would be the one making you cry because i couldn’t be here with you. I had to accept that maybe you would be better off with someone else. Someone who would be able to wake up to your face every morning. Someone who wouldn’t have to be be afraid you would just leave him because the hate got so bad. Someone who would make you feel like your his whole world, one that doesn’t involved rumors and bullshit.”
He stopped walking for a second and looked directly into your eyes.
“Someone who’s not me.”
Looking back down on the floor, he kept talking.
“I thought if i went out every night, it would keep me from getting attached again. It would also make you want to leave. Then i would know you would have a chance of being with someone worthy of you.”
Frustrated with what he was saying, you were about to argue but he cut you off.
“I know what you’re going to say, but just let me finish okay?”
Once you nodded your head, he got on his knees in front of you and grabbed your face in both of his hands.
“When i came home to an empty house, i was utterly broken. This was what i thought i wanted but as selfish as it sounds, i need you. The only reason i kept going out, was to get you off my mind. I thought i would be okay after a while but i was wrong. No amount of girls could change how feel about you.”
Shaking his head again, he looked down at your hands, intertwining them once more.
“By the time i realized i was wrong, i thought it was too late. The boys tried getting me to go see you or text you but i couldn’t do it. What if it was what you wanted? What if you were the one who was done, not me. So the boys had the flight pushed back till tomorrow, trying to push me to fix things.”
Finally looking back up at you, he smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.
“But you came on your own, giving me all i needed to know that i needed to fix things. I wasn’t about to let you walk back out that door without hearing the truth. Not without hearing how much i love you.”
Smiling, you cupped your hand on his cheek, rubbing it slightly.
Moving forwards, you knew he was about to kiss you, but you didn’t let him. Instead you punched him on the side of his arm, earning a surprised “OW”.
Staring at you in disbelief, he muttered “What was that for?!”
You shook you head, slightly giggling.
“For thinking i would actually want to be with someone other than you! And for trying to make a decision for me, especially one that involves you being a shit head!”
Before he could protest, you grabbed both sides of his face, finally kissing his soft lips, feeling the cold metal of his lip ring. Something you hadn’t realized you missed.
You felt him relax under your touch and finally knew everything was actually going to be okay.
Pulling back, you stared into his eyes, making sure he heard your next words.
“Luke there’s a reason i put up with you. There’s a reason i don’t let the fans hate get to me. There’s a reason i wait around for you to come back home. And that reason is YOU. I love you, you idiot. I know there is probably an easier relationship i could have. But if it doesn’t involve you, i don’t want it. So, the next time you try and do what you think is best for me, DONT. Talk to me instead. Please don’t push me away again”
Leaning in to kiss you again, you felt your heart flutter.
Luke was back.
Even if he had to leave in a few hours, you both were going to make sure you make it last.
He wasn’t going to leave you without a proper goodbye.
Soooo there it is! Part 2!
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