Picking Up The Pieces//Luke Hemmings

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

With just a single look my facade fell, my heart was breaking all over again. My knees went weak, palms sweaty. The clouds overhead clashed bringing everything to reality. And the rain poured.

There we were, standing in the rain like a scene out of a bad movie. Tears in both of our eyes, not that anyone could tell, shaky hands, and even shakier hearts.

"You should have let me go.." I whispered not meeting his gaze.

"That's the thing Luce, I tried. I left for 6 months for fucks sake! And I know I should have let you go, shit I've told myself that exact thing every day since we met. But something always brings me back. Back to this place, back to my senses.. back to you." Looking up, I could feel his pain, because I was feeling the exact same thing.

I was here with the wrong man and we both knew it. But knowing it, and saying it are two totally different things. He was the one that I should have been there with, but he wasn't. And I don't know how, or why, but something deep inside of me was broken.

I needed him to come back to me, only then could we pick up the pieces.

"That's not fair Luke, you left! You left after making me think it could've been forever. You were supposed to be my forever. I waited Luke. I waited for a call, a text, a voicemail, anything to tell me you were okay. Anything to give me hope, but it never came. But God 6 fucking months later, I get a call and you show up? Why now Luke? Why not a long fucking time ago.." Mangled sobs escaped my lips, crumbling any piece of strength I may have been holding onto.

"Lucy, we both know you were gonna leave with Harry. So I did what I thought was best, I thought me leaving would make it easier for you. It obviously didn't. Calum called me everyday, and everyday I ignored him, I thought I had to remove myself from everything connected to you. Everyday that I ignored him, he left a voicemail telling me how miserable you were. That's not how it was supposed to be Luce, you were meant to be happy, with or without me." For every step forward he took, I took two steps back.

"I was gonna leave with him you're right, he needed me and I thought I needed him, but I was wrong. The day you left I cried, I cried and I hoped you'd come back. But you didn't. I wished for you everyday for six months, an-" he cut me off by pressing his warm, plump lips onto mine.

For the first time since he'd left, I felt alive again.

"And I'm still wishing for you." I finished breathing a sigh of contentment.

"I love you, I've loved you this entire time. I'm sorry, but I'm back now." I smiled jumping into his arms choking out one last sob.

This new flood of tears weren't ones of sadness, they were composed of pure joy.

"And I love you." I whispered in his ear, both of us nuzzling into one another's necks.

We walked back to Calums hand in hand like nothing had happened. We smiled and laughed like nothing had gone wrong. Everything was as it should be.

"Honey I'm home!" I yelled into the flat, a smile prominent on both mine an Luke's face.

"Well look who it is!" Calum responded emerging from the dimly lit hallway.

He smiled wrapping Luke in a tight hug, he looked as though he'd missed Luke as much as I had.

"Harry picked up Ava by the way, I told him you were staying here tonight so we could have a much needed movie night." He grinned proud of himself for fooling Harry.

"Okay Cal, well we are going to bed, it's been a long night." I linked my hand back with Lukes dragging him to the bedroom.

"Can we watch a movie?" Lukes lower lip protruded in a childish manner.

"Just lay with me." I whispered burrowing deeper into the comforter wrapped around us.

"What happens in the morning?" He mumbled pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"In the morning we pick up our daughter." My response was short and sweet.

I'd be lying if I said this wasn't a dream come true. Never had I thought I'd be laid up in bed with my head on his chest again. I never even thought I'd see him again, this reality I was living in was a fantasy turned reality.

"What about Harry?" His voice was becoming deeper as sleep over came both of our bodies.

"Harry is irrelevant. He's just a person, and people don't matter anymore. It's just us and our family that matter now, no one else." I could feel the smile radiating from his features.

"I love you."

"And I love you."

With the last statement of our love hanging fresh in the air, we both slipped into a coma like state for what seemed like an eternity.