best years ✰ l.p.

Epilogue- Amnesia- 4

Dahlia Molina

"God I've missed you," I said, hugging James. I was surprised to see him here since he hates big crowds. "Where the hell have you been?"

He lightly returned the hug, then pulled away. "Oh, I was just staying with a friend," he said nonchalantly.

I laughed nervously. "And you didn't think to tell me? James, I've been worried sick about you for three days. You didn't respond to any of my texts or calls and-"

"Holy fuck, what's the big deal?" he said, cutting me off. "You're always off at the studio and interviews and shit, but when I want to go somewhere I just can't? You're being a hypocrite."

Something was wrong. James had never talked to me like this before. What he was saying didn't even make sense.

"The difference is that going to those things is for my job, James. You can't possibly compare that to you shutting me out for days. And I always tell you where I'm going." I said, trying to act calm despite him raising his voice.

"God, this is why I fucking left okay?" he yelled.

My heart sank a little. "What do you mean?"

"Because you're always acting like a bitch." he shouted. A couple of heads turned and I prayed other people couldn't hear.

I couldn't believe what he was saying. He was so out of line. I just knew I needed to get out of there. I pushed past him and found the nearest door, leading to a balcony outside.

Luckily, no one was there so I could just take a second to breathe. After about a minute I heard the sliding glass door open behind me.

Someone came and stood next to me, and turning my head, I realized it was Luke. "H-hey" he stuttered, making me laugh lightly to myself.

"Where's everyone else?" I asked, looking around for Reggie, Alex, and Olivia.

"I don't know," he replied simply. "Probably talking to other people or something. Anyways, why aren't you in there? Did something happen?"

I rolled my eyes. "I know you saw me and James fighting. It's fine."

"Well, it's clearly not I mean-"

"It's fine Luke, you don't have to pretend like you care about me okay?" I snapped, cutting him off.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke up. "I'm not pretending."

I sighed. "Please, okay? You're with Olivia and I'm with, well, I don't know if we're still-"

"I'm not with Olivia," he said, looking at me. "Hell, I don't even like her at all. She just pisses me off all the time."

"And why's that? You guys seem fine on TV."

He turned away from me and looked up at the sky. I followed his gaze, looking at the stars above us.

"It's because she reminds me of you," Luke said, almost mumbling. "And I hate it so much because, well, she's not you." Our eyes met. "And I know it doesn't matter to you, but every day since you left I've been wishing you'd come back."

I looked down and slightly smiled to myself, without saying anything.

He shook his head.  "Yeah, sorry, I-I'll leave," he said, misreading my silence. He started to walk off, but I grabbed his arm.

"That's not what I meant okay? Just...Please don't leave again." I said.

As his blue eyes gazed into mine, I felt him slowly lean in. I wanted to, but I couldn't. I couldn't do this again.

"Luke, please. I...I can't kiss you."

"Do you miss me?" he asked quietly. I sighed.

"I do, but just, I can't kiss you, even if I really want to."

He laughed lightly, glancing down at my lips. "To be honest, I don't give a fuck."

And without any warning, his lips crashed into mine. I was taken aback by the sudden force, but I didn't fight it. The battle in my head about whether or not this was right faded away. All I know is that I missed him.  If this was wrong I didn't care.

"God I fucking missed you" he whispered, pulling away for a second.

I smiled at him. "Me too," I said before kissing him again, pulling him closer to me.

I don't know what came over me, but I just knew that I needed him. And after tonight, there was no fucking way I was ever going to let go of him again.

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