To the moon || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 50

I sighed, stopping in front of our hotel room, my hand clutching my stomach.
It still hurt but it was starting to get less.
'This really doesn't feel right' I mumbled as Luke opened the door to let us in.
'I know, but we'll go back in a few hours alright? You need to get some rest first' Luke said, leading me inside.
The other boys quietly followed us inside, closing the door behind them.
It was safe to say they were all a little taken aback by everything that happened the last 2 days.
They sat down on the couch, trying to lighten the mood a little by talking about some things the fans were saying on twitter.
'You want something to drink?' Luke asked me.
I nodded, looking at him as he walked to the mini fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
Luke's phone rang and he took it out of his pocket, looking at the screen, he frowned before picking up.
My heart started racing, as I looked at him.
I felt it the second I heard his phone ring.
Something was wrong.
'Hello?' Luke picked his phone up as he handed me the bottle of water.
He went quiet as the person on the other end of the line started talking and his face slowly went from confused to surprised and then it changed into something I had never seen before.
Grief and horror, like his whole world just came crumbling down.
And I knew exactly what was happening.
'No,' I mumbled as I stood up and looked at him, taking a step into the hallway as if someone was about to attack me.
Luke looked at me before looking at the ground, swallowing hard.
He talked to the person on the other end of the line, his hand shaking as he pulled it through his hair.
I could feel the other boys look at me and Luke, not sure what to do or what was going on.
I didn't hear anything of what Luke was saying, completely consumed by my own thoughts and feelings.
My vision went blurry as Luke said one last thing on the phone and threw his phone on the couch, staring at it silently.
'Luke,' I said.
He slowly looked up and walked up to me, his eyes filled with tears.
'No,' I said, taking another step back 'No, please tell me it's not true'
Luke pulled me in a hug as my tears started rolling down my cheeks, a heavy feeling taking place in my chest as he pulled me against him tightly.
'No,' I said 'It's not true, she can't be. She can't be. Tell me it's not true Luke'
Luke shook his head as he pulled me against him even tighter.
'I'm sorry' He mumbled, and as he said those words, my world came crumbling down just like his had a few minutes ago.
'No,' I cried, 'No no no no no' clutching his shirt in my hands as my legs slowly started giving in.
My heart was racing, my whole body was trembling and my lungs fighting for oxygen in between my loud cries and pleas for Luke to tell me it wasn't true.
She couldn't be dead, she was doing good when we left.
Why didn't we stay with her, if we would've stayed a little bit longer maybe we could've done something.
Luke took a deep breath as he tried to keep himself from sobbing just as loud as me but it was no use.
'We never even held her yet' I mumbled as Luke's legs slowly started to give in as well.
We slowly made our way to the floor, wrapped in each other's arms, holding each other as if that was the only thing that was going to keep us from physically falling apart.
'I'm so sorry' Luke whispered, lifting his head up and pressing a soft kiss against the top of my head.
I shook my head, burying my face in his shoulder.
'This can't be happening' I said, tightening my fists even more.
'This is not real, she can't just...this can't be true' I cried 'Please tell me it's not true'
Luke didn't answer, simply because there was nothing to say at this point.
I shortly looked up and saw the other guys sitting on the couch, silently wiping away their tears as well.
Luke slowly started swaying us from the left to the right as we both slowly started to realize that our little baby girl had passed away.
The one thing we spent one and a half years on trying to get, and the one thing we had started loving just as much as we loved each other wasn't there anymore.
She was gone just like that.
She was only 2 days old but she had been kicking around, looking around.
And we had looked back at her, as her tiny hand clutched around one of our fingers, feeling like the luckiest people in the world to be able to create such a beautiful girl.
But it was all gone now.
We'd never see her open her eyes again, we'd never be feeling her small, warm hands hold onto our finger.
We'd never have to teach her how to walk and we'd never be able to see her grow up because all we got was 2 days.
All she got was 2 days.
2 days of fighting to stay alive and grow a little bigger as fast as possible, only to lose in the end.
'We lost her' I cried, 'We lost our little girl'
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A/N:
I'M SO SORRY! :'( :'(
Please don't hate me :(