Guardian Angel \\ l.h.\\ Luke Hemmings

Chapter Forty Six: Urgent

GUYS THERE ARE LIKE FIVE OR SIX MORE CHAPTERS UNTIL THE ENDING.

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Ivy, you are kidding me right now?" I wrinkled my nose at the hideous dress Ivy pulled off the rack.

It was a pale pink with plenty of frill that screamed the exact opposite of Ivy.

She huffed and placed the dress back in it's original spot. We walked toward another pile of dresses and I still questioned why we were looking for the piece of clothing that Ivy would never be caught dead in.

After deciding on another dress, this time teal with a collar, I stopped and faced her.

"Ivy what is going on? You never would wear these in your life. Why now?" I asked as she sighed, realizing she would have to explain.

"Yo-you know how I am adopted right?"

I nodded my head telling her I did.

Her adoption was always a sore spot for her, it's not that she didn't love Steven and Bradley because she did, she loved them with all her heart but it was the fact that her biological parents gave her up so young. Ivy once told me she always wondered why she was given up at the age five; she always thought something was wrong with her and that maybe if she fixed it her real parents would love her and maybe they would take her back and they would live happily ever after like in the fairy tales.

But I didn't have the heart to tell her, this isn't a fairy tale, this is real life and in real life, nothing goes as planned.

"Wel-well" she stuttered, something Ivy only did when she was truly nervous, "My-my real parents called Steven and Bradely and well they want to have dinner."

"Wow." I let the first thought out of my mouth escape, "When do they want to have dinner with you?"

She fiddled with the strap of her leather purse, "To-tonight. They want to meet me tonight and I'm terrified. What if they hate my hair? What if they don't think I'm smart enough? What if they-"

"Ivy." I suddenly spoke causing her to look at me, "Stop worrying, they will love you. You're Ivy Grace for crying out loud, you're beautiful, intelligent, you're funny, and just all around amazing. And if somehow by the small minuscule chance they don't see any of that, their lost."

She nodded her head repeatedly as if she was trying to convince herself as well, "I guess you're right. I'm just, nervous. I really really want them to like me."

"And they will." I smiled at her, returning my attention back to the hanging attire.

A black sleeve caught my attention and suddenly I held up a mid knee length dress that wasn't too short or long, made of black lace, and just screamed 'Ivy'.

"This, they will love you in this." I pushed the dress toward her and she inspected it up and down. From her eyes I knew she really liked the dress but she was still unsure.

"Is it too much? Will they hate it?" She voiced her concern, biting her lip.

"No, it's beautiful. You will look even more gorgeous in this. I'm sure Michael would agree with me." The moment Michael was mentioned into the conversation, she perked up.

"Would he? I think I'm going to take him with me, he's my rock you know?" I nodded my head. Although I had a strong hunch that Michael was Ivy's guardian angel, I never confronted her about it.

"He would, now go try it on." I motioned her to the dressing room to which she obliged.

While I was waiting I heard a few masculine voices entered the store.

"I can't believe you of all people, you, somehow persuaded me into this." At the sound of his voice I immediately turned around to a huge surprise.

All of Luke's white clothes were now black.

Black shoes, black skinny jeans, black shirt. All black.

Even though he was downright Adonis looking in white, he managed to be ten times better in black.

"See she seems to be liking it." I shook my head as I stepped out of my trance.

"Sweetheart do you really like it?" Luke seemed worried about how I would feel about this change.

"I-I, yo-you look good, really good." I splurged out, eyeing him up and down.

My words seemed to pour confidence in him as his lips formed an irresistible smirk.

"Cayden, you're right I'm going to bu-oh my." Ivy stopped next to me, dress in hand, staring at her surprise, Michael all in black.

"Wha-what. How. What." Ivy's mouth hung open.

Michael sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and pointed to Calum who was proudly smiling, "Him."

"Come on, it's a new look guys. Don't feel ashamed, I told you, your girls will love it. And I'm tired of seeing you guys all in white it was time for a change you know? You attract too many states." Calum explained to us and them, "Now it's time to go next door, Mikey needs new hair dye and I need to go a bit blonde now."

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"Luke what was it like?" I asked mindlessly playing with his hands.

We were sitting in my bed, pizza on the mattress and just us two talking.

"What was what like?" He asked, putting our foreheads together.

"Us, in your first life. What were we like?" I asked again, tempted to pepper him with kisses.

"We were the definition of perfection, well we weren't perfect, but we were perfect in our own way. We had each other through thick and thin, we knew each other's weaknesses and strengths, and it was like the part of me I needed was there, everything I wasn't, you were."

My heart leaped at his words because I could feel everything, from all the laughs and tears, the screams and kisses and I felt it all.

"You know you are my life support Luke." I bit my lip, I really told him how I felt but this moment was just right.

"I know baby and there's nothing more I want more then your happiness." He kissed my cheek and rested his head in the crook of my neck, "Is it selfish to say that I don't want you to be so happy that I have to leave?"

"Is it bad to say maybe I don't want to be that happy so I can have you forever I said, kissing him on his lips.

These kisses were urgent and caring and selfish and lustful and just need it was pure need.

I pushed him lightly on the bed as I straddled him.

Our lips never let go and those butterflies were free from their cage as I felt more alive then I ever did before. I felt safe and secure, I felt love, and I felt happy. I felt true happiness. But it only lasted for a minute.

Because the minute I reached for his shirt he stopped me, "We can't sweetheart."

And then my confidence was crushed and my insecurity remained.

But before I could cry or let out any emotion my phone lit up, the ringtone signaled it was Michael.

"Hello?" I answered, hoping my voice didn't give away my hurt.

"Cayden come quick please, please. Iv-Ivy's in the hospital. She tried to kill herself."