Okay, but why the hell is Daisy doing a parachute jump with absolutely ZERO training?
That’s insanely dangerous. Without training (even WITH training!) you can easily get injured or worse, killed. My late father was in the Parachute Regiment and had to quit because he damaged both knees on a training jump.
A/N: based loosely on the song Blame It On Me by Parachute, which you can listen to here.Masterlist.
“Babe, do you think maybe later we could-” you heard him stop mid-sentence as you stuffed clothing into your suitcase. "What are you doing?“ he asked, and you finally turned to face him.
"I’m heading home,” you replied sadly.
“What?” he asked, incredulous. "Why? We just got here! Did something happen?“
You sighed and rubbed your eyes. "No, nothing happened, it’s just… I’m not so sure this is working out.”
“Y/N,” he spoke quietly. "Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say.“
You hated that you almost choked on the words, like they were protesting their very existence. But you said them anyway. "I think we should break up.”
“No,” came his immediate response. "No way are you doing this. Why? Give me one good reason, and I’ll let you walk away.“
"Luke, I don’t want to fight about this. I’ve decided. It’s what’s best for both of us.”
“How?” he demanded.
“This relationship was bound to end. I just don’t want to prolong the inevitable.”
He threw his hands up, clearly exasperated. "Inevitable? Are you joking?“ he practically shouted. "I’ve been here thinking that things were going great! I thought we were in love and things could only get better from here!”
“This is all my fault.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I was the problem in this relationship. I’m insane,” your voice grew louder as you became angrier at yourself. "I’m always missing you like crazy. I see all of the pictures of you with fans, and I get incredibly jealous. Not to mention that they’re all gorgeous, way prettier than I am. And then I end up believing all of the rumours about groupies and cheating and everything else, because I’m an idiot. Oh yeah, and-“
"Y/N, stop it,” he cut you off. "Why are you blaming yourself for all that?“ he asked softly.
"Because it’s my fault,” you replied hotly. How was he not understanding? “You shouldn’t have to deal with all of that. You’ve got enough on your plate.”
“All that stuff is my fault.”
“I don’t think you-”
“Y/N, listen to me. I’m the one who’s gone all the time. I’m the one taking those pictures. I’m the one getting hounded by the press. It’s all me. Just…” he took a deep breath. "Stop making excuses because you’re scared.“
"And what would I be scared of, Luke?” you asked, scoffing.
“I know you’ve gotten hurt before.” Your stomach dropped as he spoke. "You’re scared that some day I’ll do what those other guys did. And you think that you might not be able to handle it if you get hurt like that again.“ You looked away, embarrassed that he could read you like an open book. "But I would never hurt you like that,” he continued. "I know you don’t believe me. But I’m willing to spend the rest of my life trying to convince you.“ You looked back up now, and his eyes were filled with such love that you felt a little lightheaded. When you didn’t speak, he pressed on. "So yeah, our relationship isn’t ideal, since I’m gone so much, but that’s not your fault. Blame it on me.”
You collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as his perfect words ran through your mind, and you suddenly realised what a mistake ending your relationship would have been. "God, Luke, I am so in love with you" you whispered, and you heard him laugh. He sat on the bed next to you. You sat up and looked at him as he smiled back at you.
“Can I just say something?” he asked.
You laughed. "Is there anything else left to say?“ you replied.
He grinned. "I’m serious. Okay, remember the night I told you I loved you for the first time?” You smiled, nodding, and he continued. "I can still remember what you said when I dropped you off at your place. You said that you finally got everything you ever wanted.“ You looked at him, confused as to why he was telling you this. "When you said you wanted to break up, that’s all I could think about. Like I wasn’t what you wanted anymore. It terrified me, Y/N.”
You looked down guiltily. "I’m sorry, Luke. You were right, I was scared of getting hurt. You’re still everything I ever wanted.“
He smiled. "You’re everything I ever wanted, too. And I’m sorry for being away all the time. Believe it or not, I really enjoy spending time with you.” You both chuckled. "So… you’re staying?“
You rolled your eyes. "Come on. How could I say no to being alone in a hotel room for a whole weekend with the one and only Luke Hemmings?” you asked, raising an eyebrow cockily.
He grinned and ducked his head, before looking back up at you. Then he kissed you, soft and gentle but passionate and filled with promise. "God, Y/N, I am so in love with you,“ he said, before leaning in to kiss you again.