character!5sos

exboyfriend!luke

warnings:

sweet!luke
sub(ish)!luke
addict!luke
swearing
mentioning of alcohol abuse
smut

word count: 4220

i had been going through a few breakups in the past 22 years of my life. they could be counted on the fingers of one hand, but still, neither of them was easy. each relationship had lasted at least a year meaning there were a lot of memories i had shared with either of them. still, the one i had just been going through with luke a few weeks ago was the most emotional of them all.

we had been together for a bit over 3 years, which made it the longest of my relationships, still i had always thought luke would be my last boyfriend. not last because i had always been sure that we would marry at some point and start a family together. ever since i had met him at a party a few years back i was certain he would be the one i'd stick with. this was the main reason that this breakup had hit me so hard. even though i had been the main reason we broke up for after all.

today, about 4 weeks after he had kicked me out, was the day that i would see him again. i wasn't ready to do so, the loss still being too painful to cope with, but i had to get my stuff at some point. my best friend that i was currently staying with had initiated everything, talking to luke on the phone so that i didn't have to. she was even joining me today, so that we could pick everything up. or at least that's hat i had thought.

"i'm so sorry y/n but i need to get to my office. i know it's supposed to be my free day but my boss just ordered me in and if i don't get there by 10, my boss is gonna fire me." after those words she had walked out of her apartment, leaving me on my own.

so now, here i was, a mess of a person, standing quietly in front of the house i had been living in with my now ex-boyfriend for 2 years, debating whether to ring the bell or just open the door with the keys i still had. that decision got taken away from me when the door opened, the one person i had been constantly thinking about the past weeks standing in front of me.

he looked miserable. his hair was greasy and his eyes were slowly disappearing in his face. he had gotten paler and his beard had grown out. but i couldn't deny that i was still pretty much in love with him. he had a cup of what i assumed to be coffee mixed with some sort of alcoholic beverage in his hand.

"hey luke." i said smiling lightly.

"y/n." he replied emotionless stepping aside so that i could enter. "your stuff is in the living room. i've packed everything up." he explained to me following me as i was walking along the familiar halls.

"thank you." i whispered knowing just one wrong word could cause another fight that would probably end up taking at least a few hours. "how have you been doing?"

"don't do this, y/n." he answered burying his free hand in his pocket.

"do what?"

"trying to make small talk. we're not gonna become friends so there's no need to try." he stated as i took the bag of clothes as well as the box of stuff. it was sad that this was everything i had but i had never been someone to keep material things. my memories were the only memory i needed. "just take your stuff and go, please."

"fine." i said making my way back to the front door. i couldn't get myself to just leave though. there was too much on my mind to just walk through that door and leave everything behind. "i miss you, luke."

i turned around looking at him with teary eyes. it was the truth though. after 2 years of living with each other there was no moving on. at least not on my side and i had the feeling that it was the same on his.