Escape To Paradise | l.h.

{Luke}

The hardest part about agreeing to this plan was to have to see Wylie. At the hospital, she showed no interest in me or fixing us. I don't blame because this is all my fault. But I agree and pick up Calum and Michael from the airport. I had found out a week ago Ashton had gotten the flu so he couldn't do a lot of recording and decided to go back to London to do his recording. Michael told me this plan was full proof.
"I promise man." He smiles reassuringly as I drive to the club.
"I just don't like the idea of getting her hammered." I remind him.
"As long as she's willing." Calum says. "Were all good."
"Park on the curb." Michael points to an open spot.
"You'll know when to make your appearance I hope. Annalise has the house key for you and she texted me about five minutes ago saying she stormed off to the bathroom." Michael states.
The music from the club could probably be heard from a mile away but this was downtown New York, this part of the city is always alive. The bouncer cards us and refuses to let us in. Michael texts Annalise telling her were out here.
"Everest, they're with me." She bats her eyelashes and he immediately falls into her spell if that's what you'd call it.
"Oh, my bad. You boys have fun." He gives us an apologetic smile and opens the red ropes for us.
"She still in the bathroom?" Calum asks loudly in Annalise's ear.
"Yeah." She nods biting her lip as Calum kisses her cheek. Well okay.
"We'll be back out. Were gonna go get her." Michael informs me.
"She misses you ya know." Annalise says as we walk to the other side of the club and sit in the lounging section.
"No." I shake my head.
"She doesn't say it though." She tells me. "She's told me about you. Not the good." She giggles. "But I know she does." She sighs.
"Maybe so but she doesn't want me." I argue.
"I mean, she does mumble your name in her sleep sometimes. If that means anything."
"There they are." I spot them an looking at her, my breathe hitches in my throat and the tingles that surface spread through every vein I my body. "She looks so perfect." I breathe.
"You really love her don't you?"
I don't look away from Wylie. "Yes. I love her more then she could ever fathom."
For the next hour Annalise goes on about her high school years and her NFL boyfriend and how she's moving to California in a years time. I didn't mind it but she could really talk. She also says Wylie's home sick and keeps trying to convince me Wylie wants me in the way that I want her.
"Your queue." Annalise points at the bar to a wobbly Wylie and a passed out Calum.
"Thank you by the way." I stand up.
"Here. You might need this." She hands me a silver key an I pocket it before dashing off towards the bar.
Immediately Wylie starts falling backwards and I get to her just in time. I catch her small body effortlessly and hold her up.
"Are you done?" Michael asks her with a proud smile and I have a satisfying one on my lips. She nods sluggishly.
"Take her home Luke." Michael slurs.
"Wha?" She looks up at me for a second with bloodshot and confused eyes.
"Let's go."
"Annalise." She mutters as I pick her up carefully.
"She's gonna take care of Michael and Calum." That's all I say and she passes out.
Soon, we get back to her apartment and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't the nicest apartments. Unfortunately, they were on the third door so I get weird and accusing glares from people in the lobby. But I make it to the elevator and look down at the beauty in my arms. She stirs a little but doesn't quite wake up. I fiddle with the key in my pocket and I gently sling her body over my shoulder. Quickly, I unlock the door and close it. I maneuver through the apartment easily and find her room. Coming up with an idea, I carry her to the bathroom in her room and sit her on the toilet. I fill the tub halfway and let the shower head sprinkle into the bath water.
"You're gonna hate this but I need you a little sober." I mumble as I pick her up and lower her fully clothed body into the slightly cold water.
She instantly reacts. "Fuck." She grumbles.
"I need you somewhat sober Wylie."
"What are you doing here?" She almost yells laying fully in the tub looking defeated.
"I'm not giving up on you." I tell her sitting beside the bathtub on my knees. I push the wet hair out of her face and turn the water off. Her make up runs down her face an smudges but she's nonetheless beautiful.
"I hate you." She begins to cry and sits up, bringing her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them.
"No you don't." I protest softly shaking my head.
She buries her face in her arms. "I know."
"Feeling better?" I question softly.
"No."
"Alright."
I stand up and take my shoes off and set my phone on the sink. Slowly, I step into the tub in front of her until I'm sitting. I grab her legs and pull her on top of me and she sobs harder.
"These are my favorite jeans by the way." I chuckle and she sets her head on my chest.
"They can go to hell." He growls.
"I miss you Wylie." I whisper kissing the top of her wet head.
"You hurt me." She pushes her faces harder into my chest. "You killed me."
"It was a mistake. The worst mistake I've ever made." I hold her closer enjoying the familiarity of her. "John told me and convinced me it was best to let you go. Said the band was more important. But he was wrong because the most important thing in my life is you. It was always you."
"I hate you." She mumbles calming down. "I hate you so much and I fucking hate what you do to me."
"I love you." I say softly.
"I want to get out." She pulls away from me and I look down at my blue make up stained shirt.
"Come on." I stand up and pull her up with me. "So you need me to leave so you can change?"
"I'm too tired to change." She shivers slightly and we step out of the tub.
"Wait here." I grab a towel that's hanging on a hook and wrap it around her body.
I run to her room ignoring the drops of water on the floor. I shuffle through her drawers finding an old Nirvana shirt I left for her and a pair of sweats.
"Stand up for me." I say and we does without a word. "This reminds me of something similar the happened." I chuckle.
"I was just thinking about that." She smiles but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.
I pull the towel away from her and let it drop to the tile floor. I grab the bottom of her shirt and pull it off of her slowly. I unbutton her pants while keeping eye contact with her. Her breathe hitches as I unzip them. I crouch down as I pull her pants down. I grab her hips and kiss her belly. Something I loved to do and I silently wish there was still a little baby growing inside of her.
"It's.." She chokes up.
I look up at her. "I know." I knew she was going to remind me she had miscarried but I didn't want to hear it. Not right now.
I stand up and unhook her bra and watch her let it hit the floor. I slide off her wet thong and she kicks it off. Immediately she wraps her arms around my neck. She jumps locking her ankles behind me.
"Just carry me to bed please." She mumbles against my neck.
I carry her to her bed and lay her down gently. I strip off my clothes leaving myself naked before climbing in next to her. She rolls over facing me with a somber expression. She places a small hand on my cheek rubbing her thumb over my stubble.
"Did you mean it?" She asks quietly looking into my eyes.
"Mean what?"
"That you love me."
"Of course." I smile. "I've always loved you."
"I love you." She mutters hastily before climbing on top of me and kissing me roughly.

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Double frickinnnn update!
So the next chapter will also be Luke because I want what gonna happen next to be in his POV.
Fun fact: the boys come to play on the 22 of august, exactly a week after my 18th birthday and I'm getting tickets soon!🙆
QOTD: life is like a bicycle, at first, it's hard and can be challenging but soon enough you get the hang of it and it becomes an easy, fun ride.
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