The Last Song(5sos fan fiction)

Chapter 37

"Our last sleep over for awhile." Max said out loud. I let her brush my hair, something  let no one except my mother do. I sighed, it was a bitter sweet moment for me. "Not that long though." I said. I clearly knew Max was sad but was trying to hide it.

"Not that I'm trying to change your mind, but are you sure you want to go all the way back to London. Its just going to be harder there."

"How do you figure that?"

"Because you'd still have to go to school so its not like you'd be getting away from school drama or anything like that. Plus its halfway through the school year."

"I've been home school most of my life, I just planned on continuing my homeschooling." I explained

"Ever think that's why you were having problems at a regular school then?" I just shrug my shoulders in response. I didn't really think that deeply into it. I just knew where I wanted to be, and that was back in England with my dad and brother. "Have you talked to Luke lately?" Max asked

I shook my head no, "He's texted and called, but I haven't replied." I said. I wonder how he felt about me going back to London. "Have you?" I asked. She nodded her head yes.

"Oh." I reply. That's all I could say. I didn't want to make it seem like I cared too much.
"Needless to say he's really upset about you going back to London."

"Wasn't upset when he took my virginity knowing he already had a girlfriend." I rolled my eyes.
Max raised her hands in surrender. "I was just saying." She said.

There was a brief silence. I couldn't tell if I was just too bitter about the whole situation. "Besides I've been thinking about going home for awhile. This is just what kind of pushed me to making the decision, you know?"
Max nodded her head yes. "I think you should go talk to him."
"Who Luke?"
"No, the president of the United States." Max replied sarcastically. "Yes, Luke. I mean I understand you're on bad terms but you two need to at least talk about it before you move halfway across the globe."
"There's nothing to talk about. Everything that needed to be said was said."
"How do you figure?"
"Last time we quote, talked, I was told that I was lucky that anyone even wanted to fuck me. I think that was enough said." I sighed.

"I still think you two should talk. So I called him. He says he's outside." Max said.

"Max why would you do that." I panicked a little on the inside. I wanted this whole leaving thing to be as painless as possible. This doesn't help. 

"Because there's no reason to leave on bad terms." She had a point. But it wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want to talk it out.

"I already know what's going to happen. It's just going to end in tears like last time. Sounds fantastic doesn't it." I say sarcastically.
"I'm sorry but you can't force me to go down there."

"Yeah, but he can come up here." Max said matter of factly.

"One that would require someone to let him in. You're on bed rest and I refuse to open the door. So this was just a waste of time."

"Kat, please you're being childish. Just go talk to him." Max held her head. I guess I was giving her a headache.
As always, I gave in and exited the room.

As soon as I opened the door there was Luke. He looked bad, bags underneath his eyes, he looked really pale.
"Hey." He said. He looked uncomfortable, I guess from the way o was looking at him. "Hi." I said back, I didn't really know what else to say. This all was too awkward for me. "You look," I paused, I didn't really know what else to say. "Bad." I told the truth. He did look bad and nevertheless, it was unsettling. "I feel bad to be completely honest." He said.
"Lately, I can't really do much of anything without thinking about you."

I stayed quiet. There was nothing I needed to say, nothing I wanted to say.

"I've been miserable the past few days. And the fact that I'm the reason for all of this just makes me feel worse." His voice cracked at the end of his sentence. Even thought he clearly said he was responsible for the way he felt, which he was, I couldn't help but to feel guilty. I didn't get it, everything that needed to be said was said last time. "I don't understand." I finally spoke up.
"It's been told that you sleep around with plenty of girls them go on to the next. So why feel this way over me? I'm nothing special." I took a deep breath and tried my best not to cry again. I constantly reminded myself in my head that there's nothing to cry about. Me leaving was already set in stone so why cry now? "So why don't you just go on to the next and forget all about me. It's less tiring on both ends."

"I can't." He said. "You don't just forget about the girl you've been in love with since the first conversations you've had together. You don't just forget about the girl you've wanted since the first time you'd seen her."

"I just can't forget about you Katrina. And it really just sucks because I've never felt this way about anyone before and I have no idea what to do about it."
We both just stood there quietly. "And I'm not trying to play the victim or anything. I just..." He paused and sighed heavily. "I don't know anymore." He said .

"Did I ruin the chance of us ever getting back together?"

I paused. I wanted to scream no, I wanted to take him back right there, I wanted to call everyone and told them I'd stay, but I couldn't do that. There was something in my head telling me not to do that, I'd regret doing it. At this point I didn't know what to do, what to believe. "I don't know." I finally said.
"Well that at least gives me some hope." He smiled sheepishly before slowly walking off to his car.

And with that I walked back up the stairs to Max's room. "What happened?" She asked, she looked worried.

"We can talk about that another day." I said. "Anywho, this is our last sleep over for a little bit, let's make it last."