Chapter 17

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**LUKES POV**
It's been a week since I last spoke to Y/N. I miss her, but she won't answer my calls, texts, emails nothing! So I needed some help, and I called my best wingman. Ashton.

"Thanks so much for coming!" I say hugging him. "No problem... But when was the last time you showered?" He asks plugging his nose. "Uh last week?" I say trying to remember. "DUDE! That's nasty!" He said laughing. "I'm sorry, I just don't know what to do without her.. I feel worthless. I need her man, I love her. An-And I want to spend the rest of my life with her.. And our child." I say sulking. I feel a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I'll call her and talk to her and while I do that for the love of god take a shower." He says smiling. I return the smile and hug him tightly. "Go!" He says shoving me.

**in the shower*
I can only hear a little bit of Ashton's muffled voice. She picked up! I needed to practice what I was going to say. I never said anything nice since the day I returned.. Actually I only yelled at her and accused her I never hugged or kissed her. And it been 5 fucking months! I'm such an asshole! I needed to tell her how I felt and that I want her and the baby. She can't do this on her own! I refuse!
*out of shower*

I finished drying off and wrapped a towel around my waist and rushed out of the bathroom just in time to hear Ashton telling Y/N goodbye.
"WHAT DID SHE SAY?!" I say with a cheeky grin. "I-I'm sorry mate.. She said no." He says turning towards me with his watery hazel eyes.
"Oh." I all I say. I started up the stairs slowly with my head held low, and went to change.
Once I was dressed I sat on my bed and looked at my acoustic guitar, Y/N loved it when I'd sing to her whether it was out of the blue, when she's sick or when she's going to sleep. The way her eyes lit up when she herd my voice.. It was beautiful. Damn I missed that. I started thinking about her and all I could keep saying is "I Miss You" "I Miss You" over and over. BAM! That's when it hit me.
I grabbed my guitar and songbook and car keys and ran out the door like there was no tomorrow. I knew exactly where she was. Her parents house. Also known as the first place a sang her to sleep, when her parents were fighting she had asked me to stay with her to keep her safe. And of course I did. And I remember the song I sang. One of her favorites 'I Miss You.'

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