Ivy
"Ivy?"
"Lucas," she smiled.
"Impatiently waiting for an introduction," her best friend waved his arms and she laughed.
"Luke, this is Scooter. Scooter, Luke."
"The infamous Scooter," Luke mused softly, his eyes meeting Ivy's again. She was genuinely happy to see the boy she'd spent some time getting to know on the flight from LA.
"The one and only," Scooter beamed. Ivy could see his eyes scanning Luke's black-tee-with-black-jeans outfit and giving him the silent nod of approval.
It hadn't been easy to get Scooter here. According to him, his and Travis's relationship was in a hot spot at the moment and visiting Ivy in Australia was going to put a hold on their desperate need-each-others-bodies-at-every-second-of-the-day-and-night stage.
"You'll just have to send each other nudes," Ivy had said, partly as a joke. "Oh, there'll be more than just nudes. Phone sex, FaceTime sex, this could actually add a whole new element to our relationship," he'd told her.
Ivy loved Scooter and wasn't homophobic in the slightest, but that was a visual she really didn't need. She was grateful that he came to visit, though. She knew she must have sounded pretty desperate when she called him for him to actually agree so easily.
"How long are you here for?" Luke asked Scooter politely.
"Just for the rest of the week. Have to get home by Christmas Eve to spend the holidays with my man's family."
Luke laughed, giving an understanding nod and Ivy found herself growing fonder of the blonde boy. She liked a man who wasn't judgemental or intimidated by gay people.
"I thought he would stay a while longer and be my date to my sister's wedding but, romance calls," Ivy added.
"Come on, man. We're going," the dark-haired boy that Ivy remembered as Calum appeared next to them. He was also wearing a black t-shirt and a girl on each arm.
Before Luke left with his bandmates and the two girls, he asked Ivy if he could have her number. "You can give me yours," she said, deflecting the situation. A blowjob in the bathroom was one thing, giving away her number was in a completely different category.
Ivy had two conflicting problems; she had major trust issues, and she fell in love easily. It only took her about three days to decide she was in love with Josh. Granted, she was young and stupid at the time but she still remembered how raw it felt.
The butterflies in her stomach when he would text her, the way her legs felt wobbly when their skin brushed. It was a high like no other.
At the end of that high though, was the most intense pain. Ivy still rememebered how much she despised that weakness, and as far as she was concerned, she didn't ever want to fall in love again.
"Seriously, shut up. You didn't tell me that your toyboy was Luke Hemmings," Scooter raised his eyebrows at her over his Apple Martini.
"Firstly, it doesn't matter who he is," She pointed out, expecting more from Scooter. He lived in LA and frequently brushed shoulders with celebrities. Hell, he'd even had a one night stand with a well-known actor. "And secondly, he is not my toyboy."
"He's three years younger than you, sweetie. What else would you call him?"
"What?"
Scooter elaborated, "He's only 18. Jesus, Ivy, don't you Google the people you're fucking?"
Ivy forgot about the more important part of the conversation for a moment and answered with a laugh, "Do you?"
"Always," he told her seriously. Of course he did.
"Well, I don't," Ivy pressed. "And we aren't doing that anyway, especially now that I know how young he is."
"Oh please," Scooter waved his hand over his cocktail, "Age is just a number."
"Maybe you've got it wrong," she said thoughtfully after a moment. "I met him in a club in LA. He has to be at least twenty-one," or so I'd assumed.
"Google doesn't lie," Scooter winked before adding, "Don't be so uptight, it's only three years. It's not a decade or anything."
The following morning, Scooter left Ivy's house at 6am for a jogging session (translation: putting on workout clothes and checking out the personal trainers running bootcamps in the park) and Ivy took advantage of being able to sleep in the bed alone for a few hours.
When she woke up, her father was already at work and her mother was out setting up a fundraiser for disavantaged children. She went downstairs to the empty kitchen and made a piece of toast and a glass of fresh orange juice, before taking it up to Charlotte.
Her youngest sister was still fast asleep so Ivy set the breakfast tray next to her bed and gently woke her up, "It's past ten," she whispered. "I made you some breakfast, too."
"I'm not hungry," Charlotte mumbled into the pillow. "And we both know I'll finish puking it all up anyway."
"You need to eat something," Ivy pressed. "I brought up your pre-natal vitamin too. You can take it with the juice I made."
Charlotte finally sat up, taking both the tablet and the juice from Ivy. After swallowing them both down, she looked at her older sister, "Do you think my baby hates me?"
Ivy laughed, "No, I don't think my sweet neice or nephew to be hates you. Morning sickness is normal."
"Morning sickness is gross."
"Then next time, you'll be sure to use birth control."
Ivy was doing her best to be patient with Charlotte. She knew it was such a huge shock, there was so much information to digest. However, being patient wasn't Ivy's strongest trait. It wasn't really a trait of hers at all, and Charlotte was making this harder on herself by refusing to tell their parents. She hadn't even told Ryan.
"Are you sure this is what you want? To keep the baby?" Ivy asked as Charlotte reluctantly chewed on the piece of toast.
Charlotte frowned, "Yes, this is what I want."
"Are you sure? There's other options. We can talk about them again..." Ivy wasn't trying to change Charlotte's mind, she just wanted to make sure that Charlotte was prepared for all of this. A baby wasn't something you could undo.
"Yes!" Charlotte snapped. "I'm not like Rosie."
Ivy's expression changed as she digested that statement. "Don't look so shocked, Vee, I know. Just because you or Mum and Dad or Rosie think I was too young to know what was going on, I knew."
"Okay," Ivy released a heavy breathe and stood up from Charlotte's bed. "I'm going to go down to the park and do a few laps with Scooter. Text me if you need anything."
so charlotte is indeed pregnant for those wondering
and ivy finally has luke's number
and scooter is awesome
and i have another story that's luke/harry styles called THE MIDDLE and you should all give it a read
