Fix You (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17
**FLASHBACK
Luke has been drinking heavily. The boys have been too, but not like Luke has. I don't know what to do. He's leaving tomorrow for tour. That's it. I'm torn. I love that song oh my lord. Throw back to 1D. It's four in the afternoon I'm going over Luke's to see if he's -still at "The Studio". I slip on my flip flops and head out. I don't bother knocking and just walk in. He's sitting on the couch playing a video game and eating snacks.
"Yano I expected this from Michael not from you." I laugh a little.
"Lily! Couldn't you have knocked?"
"Sorry... I just wanted to check if you were still at "The Studio". I put my fingers in quotations.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you're never at the studio anymore and just lying to me, so you can drink or God knows what. Wow that felt good to say." Luke glares at me. "We both know it's true."
"So now I'm a liar huh?"
"I ain't calling you a truther." Oh Drake and Josh.
"You're so annoying and clingy!"
"I'm not! Sorry I check in on you to make sure you haven't died from alcohol poisoning!"
"I'm not an alcoholic!"
"Not yet, but if you keep on drinking like you are might as well be!"
"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!"
"Sometimes the truth hurts, Luke."
"You're not telling the truth." He growls.
"Like you are." I scoff. "And what's up with all of this staying inside and drinking and not being social stuff?"
"You do it all the time!"
"Really now? I'm just so lazy aren't I? I never get a move on with my life. I just drink all the time and lie about going places and I just hate interacting with people isn't that right?"
"I didn't say that." He sighs.
"And sorry for not wanting you to die Luke I'm just too fucking clingy aren't I? Maybe I'll just do the same and see what you care. You probably don't at this point."
"Stop making this about you and I do care."
"OH OKAY! Yeah Lucas," he winces at the sound of his real name. "I'm sorry I hate to be that freaking clingy and annoying girlfriend, but I'm just worried about you! I sound like my mom, but I hate this!" Tears are brimming my eyes. He opens his arms.
"Don't cry come here lets just stop fighting okay? I'm going on tour in three days we can't do this." I want to hug him so bad and kiss him and ugh. No, he's not getting away with this shit.
"No."
"What?"
"No. N-O. I spelt it out. I'm done. I'm breaking up with you. It's better for you to focus on tour. Now, you won't have to worry about your stupid girlfriend missing you and staying up late for phone calls or FaceTime dates. Bye Lucas." I run out and slam the door. I lean against it and sob. The door opens. "GET AWAY FROM ME I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" I stand up and punch his chest as hard as I can. He grabs my wrists. I turn my head away from his glance.
"You don't mean that. Do you?"
"Let go." I grit my teeth.
"So this is it?" I look at him. His cheeks are wet. Jesus, he was crying. He puts a finger under my chin and kisses me. I let it happen, but pull away. "Lily, I love you so damn much. Remember that okay?" I yank my wrists away and walk home.