Secrets. (5sos fanfic.)

Chapter 22

Luke's POV

After Ashton shuts his door, I walk around for awhile. The hotel is a nice one, huge lobby with fancy furniture and a fire place. Another room off to the side of the lobby that I'm guessing is the dining room area.

I haven't slept in like a week. I just can't relax enough. I blamed it on the fact that school was pressuring me, but I knew that wasn't it. Then the past two days, I've blamed it on worrying over Macy. I know the truth but I haven't accepted it. Maybe it's
not the truth, maybe I'm just assuming it is. 

I sit down on the couch in the lobby and put my head in my hands. Tomorrow I'll find out what exactly happened to Macy, to see if my baby is okay. If our baby is okay.

"Excuse me, sir." A deep voice says from behind me. I turn around to see a man, probably in his mid fifties, looking at me.

"Yes?" I ask, looking at him. He starts coming around in front of me.

"May I?" He asks, pointing to the empty couch space beside me.

"Oh yeah, sure." I answer quickly and scoot over some, giving him more space. He smiles and takes a seat beside me. What's an old guy like him doing out so late? I thought most old people had a bedtime.

"What's bothering you?" He asks me, suddenly. I look over to him and raise an eyebrow.

"I just noticed you had your head down and it's pretty late." He says, leaning back some.

"Oh. I just can't sleep." I answer. Sorry but I'm not trying to play Dr. Phil and spill my problems to a random old guy.

"That's a good excuse." The old man laughs. "You can't keep your problems bottled up, son. It'll mess you up. Personally, I would rather spill all my problems to a stranger, they won't judge you." He states.

I nod, "Okay, well I just got my pregnant girlfriend back from a bunch of psychos, the guy I've been friends with a long time is in a serious relationship with the girl I first loved." I say, quickly. I take a breath after and look over at him for his reaction.

He nods and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Do you still love the girl?"

"Not like I used too. Now she's like my best friend and I just care about her, you know? I mean I love my girlfriend, but when she was away I started thinking, like what if.." I cut my sentence off. I close my eyes and tug at my hair.

"That's the thing, son. You never think what if, you always love what you chose. You never think what if because then you start regretting your choices that you made and mess up perfectly good things." He explains. "Tell her, tell the girl you first loved. Get it off your chest, it'll make you feel better and if she's a really good friend, it shouldn't make anything weird."

Damn, all those songs and movies about old guys giving good advice are all legit. I nod, listening to him and then I sit there. I tug at my hair again and breathe out. What if it does make it weird between me and Emerson? I mean, she has no clue about how I felt.

I remember the first time I actually started having feelings for her. We were both 14, and our families went on vacation to the beach for a couple of days. She slept in the same bed as me and our parents didn't think much about it since we've been friends for so long.

Anyway, it was around 2 in the morning and I couldn't sleep. She was sleeping but then she started stirring and then she woke up, scared. I'm guessing it was a bad dream, she never told me.

"Are you okay?" I whisper to her.

"No, can I scoot closer to you?" She whispers back.

"Sure, come here." I whisper and she comes closer to me. I wrap my arms around her and she leans her head against my chest.