The One That Got Away

Chapter 20: I Should Have Never Let Her Go

Luke’s POV

Back at the hotel I find all of the boys in mine and Ashton’s hotel room. “What’s going on?” I ask cautiously.

            “We just wanted to make sure you were ok. You kind of just bolted.” Calum explains.

            “I’m fine. Better than fine actually. We talked.”

            “How’d it go?” Ashton presses.

            “Good. It was just like it was before,” I smile to myself. “You knew she would be there, didn’t you?” I ask Ash.

            “Yea,” he looks at the ground. “I went home with Dia that first night and when I woke up Brooklyn was there. I knew they were roommates. I just wanted to try and make you happy again.”

            “Thanks for the effort I guess,” I shove him over on the couch to play FIFA with them. It’s always good to have these guys right by my side.

We have a bunch of promo today. Three radio interviews, and one YouTube interview. This helps to keep my mind off Brooklyn. Later that night I’m relaxing in the room with Ashton.

            “So you think that you and Brooks will get back together?”

            “Dude, she’s engaged. I’m too late. She got away.”

            “You don’t know that. I mean did you talk about why she left?” The gears in my mind start turning. I asked myself why for so long. I was so angry and alone. When I finally saw her again I was so happy to see her I forgot. I forgot how angry she made me. I can feel it coming back. The night she left, I remember it like it was yesterday. I start breathing heavy, anger brewing inside me. “Luke. Mate, calm down. Just call her in the morning and talk.” No. I need answers now.

            “Give me her address.” Ashton looks scared so he does what I ask and jots it down on a piece of hotel notepaper. It takes me about ten minutes to walk there. I run up three flights of stairs and pound on her door. She opens it a second later with a shocked expression.

            “Luke? What the hell?”

            “Why?” Brooklyn stands there in a pair of leggings and an over sized sweater. She looks damn cute, but I push that out of my brain.

            “Why what? You can’t just show up here at 1am!”

            “You know what I’m talking about. Why did you just leave? No explanation. No goodbye. Nothing!”

            “Can we take a walk?” I nod. She slips on a pair of vans and follows me out, closing the door quietly. Once we make it out to the street Brooklyn starts talking, and I’ve finally calmed down a bit. “Do you know how hard it was for me? Leaving. It ripped me apart. But I wasn’t strong enough to stay.”

            “What do you mean?” She takes a deep breath.

            “I never told you this but I got hate from being with you. Really bad hate. It started with Jazmin but I went on twitter and they were just awful.”

            “Why did you not tell me? I could have helped!” My gut twists with guilt.

            “Because for a moment I understood how Gunnar felt.” She whispered. In that moment my heart broke. I never want anyone to feel like that is their only option, especially the girl I loved. Or still do.

            “Brooks I-“

            “No, Luke. You don’t get it. I wanted you so bad. I wanted to call you everyday. But I saw you on the news, and thought you were better off without me.”

            “How the hell am I better off without the love of me life?” my voice raising. “I was angry for a year and a half wondering what I did wrong! All along having this stupid reminder on my arm, but I couldn’t bring myself to have it removed!” Her left hand sprang up to where her tattoo is on her side.

            “You had all those girls throwing themselves at you! Why would you want me? What does it matter now anyway? That was four years ago!” Now her voice was rising. I stepped forward and backed her against a brick wall of a tall building. I place my hands on either side of her head. She looks up at me with green eyes. Our chests rising and falling fast with heavy breathing.

            “Luke I-“ I don’t want to hear what she has to say, so I cut her off with a passionate kiss.

Brooklyn’s POV

 We make it back to his hotel room, He checks to make sure none of the boys are there before pulling me and locking the door. I’m pushed up against a wall again, Luke’s hips grinding into mine. The taste of his lips sends me flying back four years in time. I know this is wrong but it feels so right. I can’t be bothered with how wrong this is; right now this is all I need. Right now all I can think about is Luke. His lips leave mine and travel down my jaw and neck to a spot just under my ear. I know there will be a mark. “Just tell me if you want me to stop,” he mumbles against my lips. I slightly shake my head no. He pushes us back to the bed. In seconds both of our shirts have been discarded on the floor and I'm undoing the button of his jeans. Luke was going slow, savoring everything.

            “Luke,” I moaned wanting him to get on with it. Suddenly he pushed into me making me gasp. His hips roll against mine until we finish and he collapses next to me. We lay there forever staring into the other’s eyes. His hand finds mine lacing our fingers together. “Luke-“ I start but he cuts me off.

            “Please don’t start about how wrong this was. Because I know,” his eyes are full of sadness. “Just let us have this moment, ok?” I nod my head and close my eyes. His arms pull me tight to his chest. My internal clock goes off and I glance at the clock on the bedside table.

            “I should go,” I whisper to Luke, who I know is only half asleep. I get up and he stays in bed watching me dress. I am slipping on my last shoe when he finally gets up, giving me a lingering kiss.

            “Where the fuck did you go?” Dia and Reagan ask the second I walk in. I feel like I have been getting grilled every time I walk in the door lately.

            “Just for a walk, calm down!”

            “Did you have any company on this walk?” Dia pushes as if she already knows. I raise my eyebrows at her. “Ashton called me this morning saying a very angry Luke stormed out of the hotel room last night trying to find you. He wanted to make sure everything was ok.”

            “Everything was fine. We just talked. He wanted to know why I left him before.” I shrug like it’s no big deal. Using the hair binder off my wrist I tie my hair into a knot on my head and make my way to the bathroom to shower.

            “You totally fucked him!” Dia yells. Shit I forgot about the hickey Luke gave me. My eyes widen and I take off running to the bathroom. Dia follows but I close the door and lock it before she gets to me. “Brooklyn! Open the damn door!” She pounds on it. My back pressed against the door I slide down it, my butt colliding with the floor. Hot tears roll down my face. What the fuck am I going to do now?

Ba ba bumm! What do you guys think will happen? Will Graham find out? Lemme know what you think in the comments!! xo -Rachel