It had been 3 months since Luke and I broke up and the latest tabloids of “The New Hottest Couple - Luke & Arzaylea” are booming everywhere in my face. A two year relationship down the drain. I’m not going to lie, my recent activities featured me in my bedroom watching movies and feeling a little sorry for myself.
As I finished my 4th season of Greys Anatomy I decided that wasting my time by moping around wouldn’t help me. After standing up and finally getting dressed, I walked out of my apartment. I buckled into my car and drove. No specific place, I just drove. I stopped counting the different lefts and rights I took and stopped reading the streets I passed. At that moment I realized I lost my care. Not in a suicidal way, but in a way where I lost my care to love somebody else. He left me. He was “too busy” and “didn’t have enough time for me”. But I guess he has time for Arzaylea.
My car stopped in a parking lot of an old pub. I recognized the pub too, it was the pub where Luke & I had met. Deciding that it now had no sentimental meaning to me at this point, I went in and sat at one of the bar stools knowing that in the morning I’d regret my decisions.
1 Month Later
Going to the pub had become a daily routine. All the staff knew me and knew my orders. Hell, I even became a regular for a few taxi drivers.
“What would you like today Y/N?”
“What do you think, Jim?” I asked. Jim was the owner of the pub and he was probably in his mid 50s.
“You can’t just drink your time away and sit here in this bar everyday, Y/N. You need to go to college, fall in love, experience the world, you know?”
“I don’t know. I think I’ll just have my drink now Jim.”
He sighed and handed me my glass of beer, returning back to his work.
“Fall in love”
His words repeated in my head. If only he knew that falling in love was more stressful and time consuming then sitting in this bar. I wasted two years thinking someone cared about me when they ended up leaving me in the end.
When I thought I hit my all time low, I sunk farther when the chimes of the bar door jingled and the tall, blue eyed boy I fell in love with walked through there. He sat down at a small table by himself and began looking at his phone after he ordered his drink. He didn’t seem to notice me but I seemed to notice every detail of him. His pale skin, his bright blue eyes, his flat blonde hair, and the missing lip ring.
“Hey Jim, I think I’m gonna need another beer” I spoke.
About 2 hours later saying I was drunk was and understatement. Luke was still here and still hasn’t noticed me either. My drunk ass was debating wether or not to confront him. But confront him for what? Making the choice to move on with his life without me? Instead of me confronting Luke, I suppose he was going to confront me because he walked over to the stool next to me sitting down in it.
“Can I sit here, Y/N?” Luke said to me. Even him saying my name made my heart flutter.
Instead of me saying yes, I giggled and covered my face while saying:
“Whos Y/N? Y/N’s not here she’s invisible!”
“You’re drunk aren’t you?”
“Im not drunk im Y/N!”
“Y/N, I think it’s time to call your cab for the night.” Jim intervened.
“I can drive her home, Sir” Luke suddenly said.
Even though I was drunk, I somehow processed that and was about as confused as I would be if I was sober. Luke driving me home?
“Who are you?”
“Im her, um, Boyfriend. Yeah.” Luke lied obviously
“No you’re not! You left me 4 months ago! Liar Liar!” I laughed again interrupting the two’s conversation.
“Why do I have a feeling you’re the reason she’s been here every day for the past month kid? How can I trust you to take her home?” Jim may not have known me well but he was a good person who cared about his customers.
Luke furrowed his eyebrows together at the comment of me being here everyday.
“Fine, Just call a Taxi.”
“No! Take me home, Lukey! I miss you.” I pouted. Luke looked down at me with guilt in his eyes then at Jim. Jim gave him a reassuring nod.
“Come on Y/N, lets get you home before you do something stupid.” Luke told me, gently leading me out of the bar.
I sat in the passenger seat of his car as he turned his keys and the engine started.The whole car ride was silent until he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building. He led me to his door and into his bedroom.
“You can sleep in here. I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.”
“No, Lukey! Cuddles!”
“Pleeaaase?” I whined
He kicked of his shoes and sat next to me on the bed. I nuzzled my head into his chest and began to fall asleep. The last words that left his mouth were ones that I knew I would remember even tomorrow,
“I still love you, Y/N.”
A/N: This is my very first imagine so if it sucks ass I’m terribly sorry.
PRE-FINALE: While two of New Orleans’ hottest couples (Klaus/Cami and Hayley/Elijah) continue to figure themselves out amidst new obstacles – experiencing both “closure” and “the prospect of more to come” – executive producer Michael Narducci warns that Davina’s relationship with “ticking time-bomb” Kol will prove the most catastrophic. “We’re going to see that bomb go off,” he says. “Remember, Kol is a very bad guy.“ But the storyline Narducci calls the most “satisfying” involves the show’s protagonists finally taking a stand against the ancestors. In addition to this fight turning Vincent into “the character we’ve always wanted him to be,” Narducci teases that it will also lead to some mind-boggling alliances: “If I told you the roster of characters – not just active cast members, but also guest stars – that will be involved in helping to take down the ancestors, I don’t think you’d believe me.”
SEASON FINALE (MAY 20): No promises, but don’t look surprised if Rebekah should rear her beautiful head at any point during the final hour of Season 3. Narducci cryptically speaks of a “tragic circumstance” set to befall the Mikaelsons, the type of event that would make one want to be with one’s family, “regardless of the cost.”