how can you hold onto someone when they're not even reaching.


12. 12

Please come back Luke.

I'm so sorry.

At least tell me you're safe.

I didn't mean to hurt you.


"What does he mean by 'meet up?'" Luke asked, raising his voice. I shook my head, not being able to find words.

"H-He's lying, Luke. I didn't 'meet up' with him and I never plan on it. The night you were with Audrey-"

"Don't bring that up." He interrupted, sternly.

"Sorry." I apologized softly. "But that night, I ran around, a crying mess, and I ran into Michael. He calmed me down and I gave him my number. I." I stopped, regretting what I had done.

"You what?" He pushed, crossing his arms.

"I asked him to come over a few days later. I got caught up in the moment and I-" He cut me off again.

"You kissed him, didn't you?" He asked, his voice cracking. I looked down, nodding. I heard him let out a soft sob.

"I kissed him because I was heart broken. At the time I thought you would hate me forever and we would never talk again. I kissed him, I will admit that, but I swear to you, Luke. That is all that happened." I looked back up to him, his eyes puffy and red.

"You still kissed him." He whispered, his voice hoarse.

"I forgave you for sleeping wit-" I stopped myself, assuming he got the idea without me having to bring the situation up again. "It was months ago and nothing happened after that, I promise. I would never do anything to hurt you because I love you, Luke." Without replying, he walked towards the door. He sniffled and wiped his eye with the heel of his palm. He opened the door and looked back to me.

"I love you too. But maybe you were right when you said we need a break." Was the last thing he said before walking out, the door shutting behind him.

I looked over at the daisies, picking them up and removing them from the plastic. I walked into the kitchen to grab a vase, filling it with water and placing the flowers in it.



I laid in bed, thinking about what happened less than 10 hours ago. I had texted him several times, telling him I was sorry and asking him to tell me he was ok and he hadn't answered any of them.

My phone vibrated and I jumped, picking up and hoping it was Luke.

Hey babe ;)

What the fuck is wrong with you, Michael?

I rolled my eyes and angrily stared at my phone, waiting to see his bullshit answer.

Wrong with me? You're the one that turned this down.

He was an idiot.

You're an asshole, you know that? Sorry I rejected you but I have a boyfriend that I love and you made me lose him. Why don't you stay in your own damn lane and get out of others peoples business.

I harshly typed the message, meaning every word. He needed to know that he was in the wrong. I dialed the number and pressed call.

"Hello?" He greeted, his voice hoarse and deep, a result of me waking him up in the middle of the night.

"Hey Calum." I sheepishly said, scared he would be mad for waking him up. Calum Hood was Lukes best friend, and I knew I could go to him to see if Luke was okay.

"Hey Rory. Not to sound rude, but what the hell are you doing calling me at 3 in the morning?" He asked, groggily.

"Oh, yeah um." I stuttered. "Have you happened to talk to Luke at all today?" I bit my nails, waiting for him to answer.

"Uh, yeah actually. He told me you guys got into a fight and that he was going somewhere. He didn't tell me where though. I haven't heard from him since." He answered, recalling hours before. My heart dropped, not knowing whether or not hes safe. I kept quiet, not knowing what to say.

"Rory, are you okay?" Calum spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. But if you hear from him can you please let me know?"

"Of course. Good night." He quietly said, clearly getting more tired by the second.

"Night, Cal." I set my phone down and laid my head on the pillow, salty tears leaving a damp and dark spot on the fabric. Where could Luke have gone? Was he okay? When would he be back? Would he hate me forever? Questions swirled around in my mind, my head pounding and aching with confusion.

I sat up after a few hours, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep. My curtains let in a slight amount of light as the sun began to rise. I sighed and rose to my feet, my weak knees almost giving out from under me. I picked up my phone, hoping to see a message from Luke.

No new messages.

I placed my palms on my temples and paced around the room. I needed to get out of the house before I went crazy.

I walked over to my dresser, grabbing a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt considering the cold morning air. I grabbed my keys, pulled on my shoes, and walked out the door. The engine of the new car started before I pulled out of the driveway.


The door made a quiet noise and I shyly walked into the small cafe. I walked up to the counter and ordered a drink, tapping the granite anxiously as I waited. I paid and thanked the barista before going to find a table.

I spotted dirty blonde hair that was mostly hid under a hat and hoodie. He looked down at his phone and twiddled his thumbs over the screen, as if thinking of what to type. He eventually shook his head and looked up.

My breath hitched as I saw the familiar blue eyes and pale skin that belonged to Luke. He scanned the room, his eyes soon landing on me. I set down my drink on a nearby table as he stood up from his seat. I walked over to him, my smile growing as I got closer. He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing my body lightly.

"I was worried about you." I said into his sweatshirt. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't." I sternly said, pulling away. "Its my fault." He softly smiled at me with sympathy, raising his hands to my face and kissing me quickly.

"I have something for you." He pulled a chair out for me. I sat down and he did the same across from me.

"I wanted to tell you yesterday but I got scared. That's part of the reason I left. But I realized that this is right, and I need to do it now or I never will. I love you, Aurora Fowler. So much. You brighten my worst days and somehow make my best days better. You're there for me when I need you and I could not ask you for anymore than what you have given me, other than to take this." He spoke before reaching into his pocket and grabbing a small black box. My jaw dropped slightly as he brought his shaky hands back up.

"Its not an engagement ring." He blurted out, sensing my concern. I let out a small breath of relief. "It's a promise ring. I love you and I want you to know that forever. When you look at this ring, I hope it reminds you of my promise to never stop loving you."

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