The One That Got Away

Chapter 19: The One That Got Away

Luke’s POV

            “Yea, it really is.” I reply. After, neither of us say anything. Too engrossed in our own thoughts and the captivation of the city. It’s just like old times. “Congrats on the engagement,” I say awkwardly. “You seem really happy.”

            “Oh, thank you. I’m sorry you found out they way you did. I probably should have told you first.”

            “It’s ok.”

            “Your song was beautiful.” Brooklyn states.

            “Thanks. It’s uh, it’s about you.” I say quietly and hope she may not have heard me over the rush of traffic. “You didn’t freeze up. That’s great.” I tell her honestly. I’m really proud that she was able to over come her struggle with losing her brother.

            “Yea. I’ve been really good with it for a while now. I’ve even been to some concerts.”

            “Wow. I’m proud of you, Brooks.” I can’t help but instinctively call her by the nickname Calum gave her.

            “Thanks, Luke. So what are you doing standing alone out here?”

            “Just needed some air, apparently my feet knew I wasn’t ready to go back to the hotel. Why did you come out here?” I wonder if she was looking for me.

            “Just heading home. Not really in the mood to party I guess.” I want desperately to ask her why, but like old time I don’t want to push her. Up close I can see her features better. Somehow her eyes look greener, but they are just as caring and beautiful. Under the shirt she’s wearing I can see a bit of the tattoo she got for me. Seeing it again brings back every single memory we have. Every single thing she made me feel.

            “I should probably go. It was really good to see you.” I look right into her eyes before walking away.

Brooklyn’s POV

Out of the corner of my eye I watch Luke move around like he was in a trance. Everyone seems to be moving, and functioning around him. After talking to Reagan he gets up and leaves. I feel guilty, knowing I’m the reason. I give it a reasonable amount of time before excusing myself.

            “Graham, I don’t feel good. I’m going to head home.”

            “Do you want me to come with?”

            “No, thanks. I’m fine. I just need sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I give him a quick kiss and say goodbye to the boys, who know exactly why I’m leaving. I guess part of me was looking for him, but part of me just wanted out. I’m surprised when I actually do find him.

            “It’s amazing isn’t it?” I ask, catching him staring out at the city. I can’t get over the fact that he’s actually here. I’ve missed him for four years. He’s gotton taller, I have no idea how. His biceps have grown, like Calum’s. I see a few more tattoos peaking out of his shirt on his arms and chest. “It’s uh, it’s about you.” I barely hear him. My chest tightens. He wrote a song about me. He wrote a song about me. My brain can’t wrap around that piece of information. I feel empty when he walks away. In the back of my mind I know feeling like this is wrong. I do everything I can to push him out of my mind on my walk home.

            “Explain. Now.” Dia pounces on me the second I walk in the door. She is so perceptive.

            “What?” I play dumb, setting my purse down on the counter. I take my heels off and sit on the floor by her and Reagan.

            “First you can start to explain the unbearable sexual tension between you and tall Australian hottie.” I groan and stuff my face in a pillow.

            “He was my first love. We met that summer I spent in Australia. We fell fast and hard. It was too fast after Gunnar and I couldn’t take the hate I was getting from their fans, so I left. Kinda without an explanation.”

            “B,” Dia scolds.

            “I know. I know. But that’s dead and gone. I’m with Graham now.”

            “Honey, everyone could feel that that’s not over.” Reagan chimes in.

            “But it has to be!” I raise my voice at them. At this point, I can’t tell if I’m trying to convince them or me.

            “Hey,” Dia pulls me into her side and rubs my back as I start to cry. “It’ll all work out.”

            “But someone will get hurt, I know it. It’ll be me no matter what.”

            “Just breathe. Tomorrow we’ll get up and go to yoga. You know yoga helps you. Then we’ll have a complete girls weekend. Ok?” I nod, wiping my eyes. My best friend always knows how to help.

Of course, Dia was right. Yoga the next morning felt amazing. While I showered she was planning our girls weekend out.

            “So I think tonight is the night we go out. Then tomorrow we can get some retail therapy in and then stay in and cry over sad movie while we eat our feelings!” She announces when I walk into the kitchen braiding my wet hair.

            “I have never heard a more perfect plan in my life!” Next to me my phone starts to vibrate and Graham’s face flashes on the screen. “Hello?”

            “Hey hun, how are you feeling?” Graham chirps.

            “Better, thanks.”

            “Did you want to do something today? Maybe grab lunch?”

            “Actually Dia wants to have a girls weekend.”

            “Ok. Have fun. Call me when it’s over then!” He can be so understanding sometimes. I appreciate that.

            “Of course.”

            “I love you!” I can hear him smiling on the other end.

            “Yea, love you too.” Dia and Reagan both give me looks. I ignore them and grab some breakfast. We spend the rest of the day picking out each others outfits and getting ready. We walk to a different club than the night before and start ordering drinks. For a while this helps ease my worries.

            “We are dancing!” Reagan exclaims pulling both me and Dia to the dance floor. We danced for hours! It felt good to laugh and be crazy with my friends. I didn’t have time for that much anymore with school and my internship. At home I collapse into bed and sleep really well for the first time in a long time. The next day I spend way too much on clothes. I have no regrets though. I love everything I got.

            “How are you doing?” Dia asks as we sit down to watch a movie.

            “Alright I guess. I still have no idea what I’m gonna do.”

            “Well let’s just focus on a movie. How about the Notebook?”

            “Uh that is like the last movie I wanna watch! Next!”

            “John Tucker must die?” Reagan suggests.

            “Perfect!” I smile at her. It’s about 1 am. Dia and Reagan fell asleep during the third movie, and no surprise I’m awake. All of a sudden there is an urgent knocking on the door. I quickly get up to answer before whoever it is wakes up Dia and Reagan. Outside my door I find a visibly angry Luke.

            “Luke?”

Soo why do you guys think Luke is mad? Updates might get more spread out as I start classes next week :/ keep voting and comment :) love you all!! xo -Rachel