Look Who It Is (You Me At Six Fan Fiction)

Chapter 44

"Lucie, please don't do this." Max begged, snatching the pile of clothes I had in my arms. I looked at him before grabbing another armful from my wardrobe, dropping them into a duffle bag. "Please, I'm sorry, I do trust you. I don't know what I was thinking when I said those things, I love you. Please L, don't leave me." He cried, grabbing my hands, standing in front of me.

"We need some time apart Max, being together isn't good for us at the moment." I stated, not being able to look him in the eye.

"No we don't. We can talk, we can sort it out but we can't if you're not here. Please L, I need you." He whispered, taking the engagement ring out of his pocket, sliding it back onto my finger, kissing the back of my hand briefly before I pulled away, walking back to my wardrobe. "Where are you going to go?" He followed me.

"Either my parents or Holly's."

"Matt and Holly's.. Of course." He whispered to himself, realising he spoke his mind. "No, wait, I didn't mean it like that!"

"Yes you did," I sighed, grabbing several pairs of shoes on the way back to my bags, packing another one. "This is why we need time apart. You need to think about what you want, and where you can even start to trust me."

"What I want is you!" He shouted, kicking the bed, making me jump.

"What if I don't want the same?" I whispered, looking down at my hands. "I'm sure we'll speak tonight." I said, doing both bags up, making my way through the house, Max following me again.

"If you ever loved me, please don't do this. Please." He pleaded, standing in front of me, holding my lifeless hands.

"Goodbye Max." I sent him a gentle smile, taking the ring off, leaving it in his hands. I left him, crying as I walked out my house. I placed my bags in the back seat, making my way to the drivers side, sliding into the car where my tears finally let loose.

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"Papà.." I managed to get out before I cried down the phone, sitting in front of their empty house.

"What's wrong? Is it the baby? Are you okay? Where are you? I'll come get you."

"I'm sitting outside your house.. Max and I have-" I started, pinching the skin between my nose, attempting to control my breathing.

"No, please don't-"

"Broken up." I said. "I don't know what to do." I cried down the phone again, feeling like an idiot.

"Oh Lucie, calm down. I'll be home in 10 minutes, max. It will be okay, I promise." He told me, saying his goodbyes afterwards. I got out my car, sitting on their front porch.

I really have left him...

It felt like hours until my dad pulled into the drive, rushing out to meet me. I stood up just in time to walk into his arms, breaking down on his shoulder. It seems all I ever do is cry at the moment. He opened the door, leading us to the kitchen, pulling the kettle on straight away. I took a seat at the kitchen island, simply sighing.

"What the hell happened on holiday?" He asked, placing my tea in front of me, sitting in front of me, with his own coffee. I told him everything, from the start of the holiday to this morning events at the airport.

"I'm having his baby for crying out loud.." I sniffed, looking down at my bump. "I refuse to let her or him grow up in a broken home. I want them to be able to have an amazing childhood with both parents together, loved up like teenagers."

"Make it your goal then." He said gently, kissing the back of my hands.

"I can't stay with Max just for my child's sake, it's not fair on me." I stated, sighing,