People Throw Stones @ Things That Shine

Chapter 17- I'm not ready to start again

It's been a month since the accident.

I've been attending some  intense therapy sessions to get my memories back.
Apparently I had a mild form of confabulation. In a nutshell, my mind made up everything to do with Luis and I at school and stuff because it was unconsciously masking pain and what I really wanted. Apparently.

Since my memories had just been shuffled, rather than wiped clean, I was being given small but vital parts of information about three times a week.

Luke was present in the first couple of weeks, and Luis was present in the second couple of weeks.

With the help of Instagram and voicemails, I now know that I am the ex-girlfriend of Luke and attend college in LA and Australia. I was born in the UK but moved to Australia after my parents divorced. Mum ODed. Dad is married to April.  My best friend is Sam (he came to visit loads of times).

As for my injuries, well I'm stitched up and bruised but I'm still standing.

Finding out why Luke and I broke up:
Layla, my therapist asked me, "Madeline, you know his name, right?"
I nodded, sitting rather comfortably on the sofa. "Luke".
"And you know who you are to him?"
I pressed my lips in a thin line, as a form of confirmation.
This whole situation was already awkwardly embarrassing, without me being reminded. I mean, my ex boyfriend (who was a superstar in his own right in terms of fame) was here, whilst my boyfriend (a superstar to me) was at a hotel, punching walls.
"Tell me anything, anything at all, you remember about your time with Luke".
Luke shuffled, slightly uneasily. He was sitting far to close to me on the sofa, with their being enough room left for a snall village to sit on. His hair was messed up in a not-so-sexy way. His lipring was still in, in spite of the constant twirling of it. He wore a tight, long-sleeved baseball tee with navy blue sleeved and it complemented his physique like hell. He wore his signature black skinny jeans and black Converse.
His eyebags were the same colour as his jeans.
I looked at Luke. "You were my first boyfriend. I got a lot of hate but a lot of love from your fans for dating you", he smirked, then went back to that serious and intent look of carefully paying attention. "We went to Norwest Christian College and I had the time of my life with you. Your songs are amazing. Your hardwork inspired me. Ha, I remember that time we played pranks on your bandmates. We got silly string and sprayed them in the dark. Michael? He freaked out so hard", he smiled at me, almost teary eyed.
"This is brilliant", Layla said, excitedly, throwing her hands in the air.
"We broke up?" I said
Luke took in a sharp breath. "No", it came out quiet. He cleared his throat. "No. Maddy, we were on a break. Due to my foolishness. We didn't break up."
I took a couple of minutes.
"I just...want to..try..something", I said leaning close and placing my lips on his. Gotta feel the spark, right?
He responded hungrily and he put his cold hand on my warm cheek. Multiple times, he tried to put his tongue in, but I denied entry. Wasn't this enough? As I rounded off, he still kissed me with passion..or lust? hunger? Couldn't be guilt...could it?
I slowly broke away, saying to/asking Layla, "That's it for today ?"
She nodded and smiled. "Brilliant progress, Madz."

-------------
The events after that:
"Dad?" I called out, looking around the hotel room. He'd come over with April as soon as they heard what had happened.
I look at the mirror, with a Post-It saying "Maddi, we've gone to buy a couple of things. Will be back as soon as possible, Dapril". (They are so lame, it's cute)

I saw this as a win. See, my Dad was rather protective and so the time I could spend with Luis was supervised (or where they were in the other room, clearly hearing everything). Daddy was still reluctant about liking Luis because he kind of blames him for the accident. But Dad's still paying for Luis' room.

I stroll around and find Luis' room, which is down the corridor.
I let myself in, not bother knocking (someday I'm gonna see it all, right?).

I could hear aggressive and passionate swearing as I came closer to his room.

"Hi", I breathe cheerily.
He just hung up a phonecall, and as soon as he saw me, literally all of his tension visibly disappeared. I noticed a spark in his eyes and he smiled a 100 watt smile.

The TV was on low.

"Maddy! Mi amor", he came up off the bed. But he was struggling. Luis' physical injuries were way worse than mine. My psychological injuries were way worse than his.

"No, relax. I'll come to you".

His arm muscles flexed as he got up off the bed, his white wife beater shirt looked good against his tan skin. His hair had grown quite a bit, since when I first met him. It resembled Bucky Barnes' hair slightly. But it suited him to the ground.
His eyebrow piercing was God knows where and I could only barely see the hole.

He smiled and said, "Ángel, you're not supposed to see me struggle. Cobarde..me, not you".

I shrugged and came closer. "I have no idea what that means, anyways."
I closed the space between his as my lips pressed his. In my peripheral vision, I saw that he gave up his struggle, put his arms up as a way of surrender then engulfed me.

Luis' kisses felt more...honest than Luke's. I hate hate hate comparing but this thing that I felt was whatever came after fireworks on the spark scale. His kisses filled my body with adrenaline and I felt on top of the world.

I broke off, hesitantly. Somewhere, somehow, I became straddled on his lap...although I don't remember moving.

"Estas bien?" He asked, his brows furrowed. His cheekbones put mine to shame. I mean, seriously God?

I shook my head. "In therapy today...I..........."

He cocked his head, undoubtedly expecting the worst whilst signalling me to go on.

"I kissed Luke" I flinched.

He leaned back against the head board and I inhaled his beautiful, minty and vanilla musky smell.

He was silent for a few long seconds.

"Are you angry?" I asked, feeling alone and awkward on his lap.

His huge broad shoulders shrugged. His chiseled cheekbones and structured jaw looked like marble. 
"'I'm not angry"', he said, mocking my odd British-Australian accent, in an attempt to remove the tension.
We both laughed, as I whacked his rock hard stomach.

He swallowed. "Did you feel anything?" He looked down at me with intrigue.

I tried to get off of his lap, but he held me there.
"Other than Luke's lust? Nope. Not a damn thing".

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"I only did it because- although the memories are coming back, I. I wanted to see if there ever was a spark. I think there definitely was a spark, I'm not the famewhore type, but it's fizzled now. And we've grown alot as well. By that, I mean changed".

"You don't have to explain yourself", Luis whispered, kissing the nape of my neck.

"Yes, I do. In many religions, I committed adultery. There's a rank in hell for me".

"Mami, adultery is nothing compared to the shit I've done through the years", he winked at me and gave me butterflies. The pterodactyl type.

"And besides, it's not really adultery if I forgive you."

_____________
Sorry if this chapters' tenses were messed up. I'm currently writing another fanfic (which you should totally check out) and that has past tense.

PSA: My other work is called In Another Life (this title took out the creativity out of me LOL) and is about my current celeb crush, Sebastian Stan AKA Bucky Barnes AKA mine. Plllzzzzz check it out

This chapter was a little flashback one, but I hope you enjoyed it nevertheless.

Please remember to comment and vote.

Question for ya:
>>Who do you want Maddie to be with?