Luke’s POV
“Um I’ll go talk to her,” I excuse myself from the table. I find the stairs and take them two at a time. Down the hall I lightly tap on the only closed door, hoping it’s Brooklyn’s.
“Brooks?” I had taken to calling her that after Calum. I liked the sound of it. “You ok, babe?” I slowly open her door to find her curled up on her bed. She sniffles and shakes her head yes. “No, you’re not. Please don’t lie to me.” I pull back her blanket and lay down next to her, pulling her into my chest. Feeling her body shake every time she cries breaks my heart.
“It-it just hurts too much, I can’t.” her voice is barely above a whisper. I want her to let me into whatever it is that happened to her to make her this broken, but I don’t want to push her. I brush the hair from in front of her face behind her ear, trying to calm her down. After a while I felt her breathing calm and become rhythmic with sleep. I give her a soft kiss on the forehead and tuck the blanket in around her. Back downstairs her mom and Mae were cleaning up the dishes from dinner.
“Thank you for dinner, it was nice.” I thank her awkwardly.
“I’m sorry it ended the way it did.” Her mom walks me to the front door. “Brooklyn is in a hard place right now. She’ll come around.”
“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking.” Maybe I could get some answers out of her.
“It’s not my place. I think you need to hear it from her.” I’m halfway out the door when her voice stops me. “Luke, thank you. You seem like a good kid, and I haven’t seen Brooklyn this happy in a long time.”
“She’s made me happier than I’ve been too,” I give her a half smile and walk towards the beach house.
Brooklyn’s POV
Everything is so bright. Like a bright white light has consumed me. When my eyes finally adjust I try and take in my surroundings. I’m back in my old house, more specifically my old bedroom. What the hell? Am I dead or something?
“No, you’re not dead.” A voice startles me. I know that voice. I haven’t heard that voice in too long.
“Gunnar?!” I turn and lock eyes with my big brother. He looks exactly like he did the last time I saw him. Tousled, messy brown hair almost fully covered by his favorite black beanie, that I now own. A blue plaid shirt hangs loosely over a white t-shirt and skinny jeans. I run at him, throwing my arms around him in a tight hug. Then I realize, I can hug him? In this sort of thing aren’t they usually ghosts?
“How have you been?” he asks when I sit back on my bed in front of him.
“Not so good. Why’d you leave?”
“Couldn’t take it I guess.”
“But you left the rest of us broken.” I begin to get angry with my brother.
“It was complicated, k-lyn!” he calls me by my nickname him and Mae gave me when she was little. Brooklyn was too hard for her to say. “You don’t know how much shit I would get! No one liked me. I was always alone!”
“You weren’t though! You had us! You had me!” I am so close to tears.
“I’m sorry. I love you, but I just couldn’t do it anymore.”
“I just miss you so much. I can’t even listen to music anymore without freezing up.”
“I know. Then it must suck dating a musician,” a smirk spreads across his face.
“You know about Luke?”
“I know about everything. You get a pretty nice view from up here!” Gunnar jokes. “I can tell he makes you happy. He’s a good guy, k-lyn. Let him in. Tell him about me. The poor guy is freaking out.” I raise my eyebrows at him. He grabs my TV remote from where it always fell off my bed and clicked the power button. A shot of Luke’s beach house lights up the screen. He is pacing his room, running his hands through his hair, causing it to stick up in every direction. Calum comes in, trying to get him to talk. “She’s so broken and I don’t even know why. I just want to help her!” Luke booms. Gunnar thankfully clicks off the TV, turning his attention back to me. “You see.”
“It’s so hard to talk about. Mom keeps pushing me.”
“ I know. But you talk to Dr. Allen about it. Thanks for that awesome list by the way,” he beams at me and I can’t help but return the smile, his was always so infectious.
“That’s different. I don’t feel the way I do about Luke towards her.”
“How do you feel about Luke?” He challenges.
“I-I-“ I stutter over the words.
“Oh just say it!”
“Fine. I love him. Happy?”
“Yes. I just wanted you to admit it. Now, you just need to tell him. Everything. I want you guys to be happy again. Don’t keep beating yourselves up over my mistake. I love you all. I wish I could take it back. But I can’t.”
“I don’t want to leave you. Can I just stay here?”
“Nope. You need to get back to your life, and kick ass at it! Remember what I always told you?”
“Some days you just have to create your own sunshine. Yea, yea, yea!” I pull him into one last hug. “I love you, Gunnar.”
“I love you too, k-lyn. Remember, I’ll always be watching over you.”
I jolt awake, sitting straight up in bed. Still having the feeling of my brother’s arms around me. I slowly get up to change. I put on leggings, and a big red sweater. In the bathroom I splash cool water on my face to get rid of my puffy eyes from crying earlier. I search around in my suitcase till I find what I’m looking for. I shove Gunnar’s black beanie over my straight hair. Checking out the window, Luke is sitting in our spot on the beach waiting. He seems a bit shocked when I sit in the sand beside him. His eyes bore into mine, searching, pleading to let him in. I take a deep breath and look to the sky. “I love you. And I’m ready to tell you whatever you want to know.”
ba ba bumm!! Ok so I actually really liked this chapter! Um comment and lemme know what you thought! :)
Also, some of the chapters will have the same title just because I'm trying to use the song lyrics and there are only so many lol! But yea comment, vote! I love you guys heaps! xo -Rachel
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The One That Got Away
ФанфикBrooklyn needed to get away. What better place than the other side of the world? In Australia she meets Luke Hemmings. He's perfect. Exactly what she needs. Will her past affect her present? And will the distance make her the one that got away? Stor...
