Don't Stop

Chapter Thirty

The next day, I decided that avoiding all the boys would be best. Even Michael. I couldn't have anyone knowing I had cut again and everything with Luke, I just wanted to avoid them all. I texted Michael to let him know that I was going back home and just wanted to be alone and on my own for a bit. It was 4 in the morning, none of the boys would be up so I decided to get the first plane back home.

I jumped into the shower, being reminded of my cuts. I sighed and started shaving my legs. Kinda anxious as I held the razor and lettting it glide smoothly up my legs. I knew I didn't want to cut again, I had let myself down and was just in a bad place at the time. I think, whenever I'm feeling majorly down I will always turn to self-harm and I just have to accept that. Its my coping mechanism, I guess.

After showering, I blow dryed my hair and pushed it back into a messy bun. I wore my black leggings and an over sized Ramones top that fell past my ass. I put on my white converse and threw on my leather jacket. After applying some minimal make up I started packing. Putting everything into my big black suitcase. Dropping in my tees I noticed a top that wasn't mine, it was Lukes. It was his favourite Nirvana top, it still smelt of my Lukey. I pulled it closer to me, breathing in his warm scent. Shaking my head, I threw it on the floor, not wanting to cry or remember any memories. I knew I'd think of our memories soon, but, not now, I wanted to get home.

The flight would be 12 hours long. London to Pheonix wasn't exactly a short journey. I live in Pheonix, yeah, its alright I guess.

When I got home, I realised I hadn't locked the door. I also realised Dad still wasn't home. He knew I was away on tour with the boys, but I thought he'd be back by now.

"Hello?" I yelled, still hoping he might be here, even though his car wasn't in the drive.

"Helloooo!" a voice yelled back. I stopped in my tracks. I knew who's voice that was.

Luke stepped out of the cleaning cupboard, knocking down a bunch of broomsticks and brushes.

"Aw, shit.." he muttered, trying to pick everything up.

"Just leave it." I snapped. I couldn't be bothered with him. What was he doing in my house though?!

He stood there, staring at me. His hair perfectly quiffed, his lip ring perfectly sat on his lips and his hands in his perfect skinny jeans pockets. I wanted to hate him so much, but I couldn't help love him.

"What do you want?" I asked in a bitchy tone, I didn't want him knowing I still loved him, he'd think I was even more pathetic than he already did.

"I messed up. What I said to you wasn't right. I was scared. I didn't like that you were keeping things like that from me. I didn't deserve to know, you can tell me what you want and what you don't want." he shuffled closer.

"Alright." I replied, looking down at the floor. An awkward silence filled the house.

"..And your not pathetic.. your perfect. Your so amazing Lola. And I love you so so so much. I can't imagine life without you. And.. if you gave me another chance.. we could put our fight behind us.. turn the page.. and start over. I really love you. And I never want to let you go..fuck, I sound so cheesy." Luke started cringing.

Fuck. No one had ever said something like that to me before. And it meant so much. I wanted my Lukey back.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.. trying not to cry.

"Shut the fuck up you" he told me and grabbed me, cuddling me tightly. He squeezed me and kissed my forehead.

"I love you", I whispered gently.

"I love you too. Its just us. No more messing up. Just us. Forever and always." he replied softly.

"Forever and always"

So.. thats Don't Stop finished. My first ever fanfiction and I loved writing it! I really wanna do more. How about a sequel? Or even a series of Lola and Luke? Each one 30 chapters long? I could fill it up with cute coupley-ness for you guys! Please let me know! :) xx