Escape To Paradise | l.h.

{Luke}

It had been a week. A week since Wylie had gotten in a car wreck. A week since I found out she was pregnant and lost the baby. And a week since I talked to the waitress at the diner. I felt like I couldn't face her but I also felt like it was my job to. So instead of being a man, I've been staying at Michael's. He isn't here much though because the boys are usually with Wylie. Except today was different. They didn't wake up super early to leave to go spend time with her. Come to think of it they came home really early yesterday. Eventually, one by one, they all wake up. Once they all had gotten into the living room, they were silent which wasn't like them.
"You guys are acting weird." I mumble propping my feet on the wooden coffee table and folding my hands over my stomach.
"You are." Calum sighs.
"How?" I furrow my eyebrows raising my voice just a tad.
"Wylie used to be all you talked to us about. No it's like since you know you got her pregnant and she doesn't want you, she's doesn't exist." Ashton retorts talking with his hands passionately.
"All of this hasn't been easy for me!" I yell standing up. "You don't know what it feels like to hear that the girl of your dreams had a miscarriage and it was your fucking baby! That, that little thing that was growing inside of her is..." I pause finally, after a week, break doen. "Dead." I mumble falling to my knees. "If I wouldn't have left. If I wouldn't have ended it, none of this shit would have happened."
"Luke, her getting in a car wreck is not your fault." Michael says calmly patting me on the back.
"She told us not to tell you but we will once you calm down." Ashton tells me.
After ten minutes, I'm calm. "What is it?" I sniffle and wipe my face on the bottom of my shirt.
"She left." Was all Calum says. They all have saddened looks on their faces. They all shift uncomfortably where they were sitting.
"What do you mean she left?" My brows knit together and I feel my chest tighten.
"She packed all of her stuff and left." Ashton states with a small voice not being able to even look at me.
"Where did she go?" I ask quickly.
"She wouldn't tell us but I'm pretty sure your mom knows." Michael speaks softly running a hand through his hair black hair.
"Thank you." I shout as I storm out of the front door.
Since Michael only lived a few blocks away, I run all the way to my house. I needed to run anyways, to blow off steam. I race through the door causing my mom to jump on the couch and hold her chest.
"Sorry mom." I huff placing my hands on my knees trying to catch my breathe.
"It's okay honey, I thought you went back to London?"
"No." I shake my head. "I just told you that because I didn't want to stay here and have to face Wylie." I stand up straight. "I need to know where she is."
"Luke." She closes her eyes sucking in a deep breathe.
"Mom, I'm begging you. I'm begging. Please." I get down on my knees in front of her taking her small hands in mine. "Please."
"New York. Andrew paid for her to go to college there. She left yesterday." She cracks and I can tell it almost pains her to tell me. Probable because she promised Wylie she wouldn't say anything to me.
"Do you have an address?"
"494 Wilkins Street."
"Thank you." I hug her tightly racing up to my room. Our room.
Things were different obviously. All her clothes were gone. All if our picture were gone that were taped to the wall or frames up on the wall. The bathroom didn't have her bobby pins scattered everywhere or her eyeliner smudged on the sink. It felt empty in here. I walk back into the room and on the desk lays a note perfectly folded. I pick it up and immediately open it.
"Luke,
We both can not deny that things right now are different. The purpose for this note is to tell you things I should have and to express how I feel at the moment. Michael told me he told you I miscarried. I didn't even know I was pregnant. That's the hardest thing I'm having to deal with right now aside from losing you. Btw I'm surprised if you read this because I still haven't read yours. But anyway, I knew you'd let me go. It's easier to try to come to terms with then it was. I thought the thing that I needed right now was to get away from it all. So that's what I'm doing. Luke, you and I are on different roads, different paths at the moment. You're gonna be some hot shot rockstar while I'm going to college for photography and to maybe one day become a model. But who knows right? Anyway, my feelings for you will never change in any way, shape or form but what's best for us right now is to just let go. I'll be fine and so will you. Don't bother trying to find me because you wont.
Love always,
Wylie."
I don't rip the note but fold it back and put it in my back pocket. I call Florida Airlines and request the first flight to New York which wasn't cheap but was worth it. After I leave the house, I go back to Michael's and back my bags.
"She wont be happy to see you." Ashton reminds me of what I already knew.
"I know that but I can't just give up."
"She specifically told you in the note that she didn't want you finding her and now you're just gonna board a plane and show up at her door step?" Calum raises his voice just as confused as the rest of the boys.
"Pretty much." I nod zipping my last bag up and flinging it over my shoulder. "Once you've all found someone you love, you'd do anything for them." I force a smile and sigh.
"Call us when you land." Michael, who is actually on my side, says.
"I will."
"Damn it." Calum huffs pulling me into a tight hugs. "Keep us updated."
"Wishing the best for you two." Ashton smiles softly hugging me.
"Thanks guys." I walk towards the door. "Let's go michael."
He carries my other bags that I couldn't carry out to the car and off we go. I couldn't think of what I'd say to her. I couldn't even think of the songs we had written back in London. All I could think about was kissing her and pulling her against me until everything was okay like it used to be.

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Hey guys 😝
It's about 1 in the morning and since I have nothing better to do I thought I'd update👌
So the address is just something I came up with. I don't even know if that address even exists in New York.
Also I want to thank all of you for reading and to thank those who continue to read this story. It truly means a lot.
Love youss😘
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