17 and Lost {Luke Hemmings}

Epilogue {Tori}

An emotion that has been coming to me constantly lately is fear.

The fear that the fans wouldn’t like the tour.

The fear that everything that I had worked towards will be broken, because of this.

The fear that Luke and I won’t work out, because of this.

The fear of this.

Now before you snap at me and think I’m cheating or something, trust me I’m not.

But lately things haven’t been the same. When Luke and I both went on tour separately thing got tense. The calls got shorter. The texts not as often. Until there was a period of time where we just didn’t talk.

And then things started to turn sour.

The press made up rumors that we were cheating which nearly always ended in a fight.

A month ago Luke had a break on his tour and came to watch one of the lasts shows on my tour. At first it was awkward considering that we had left off in a fight and hadn’t seen each other in person for nearly 4 months.

But within an hour we had worked everything out and ended up having sex.

That however is not what I’m scared of.

2 days ago I realized that I had missed my period and took a pregnancy test.

1 day ago I went to the doctors and they said I was one month pregnant. With Luke’s kid of course.

The only people that knew was Jess and Simon as well as a man by the name of Jimmy Parker.

Jimmy was the opening act for my tour and the person that had helped me everytime when Luke and I had a fight. He was also the person that came in while I was sitting on my bathroom floor looking at the pregnancy test in shock.

Now don’t think that because he did all this he is in love with me. Because he is definetely not. He is married and his wife is carrying his child. She’s 7 months along.

There was always rumors that there was a secret relationship between the two of us, which always sparked a fight between Luke and I.

But that doesn’t matter right now. I had just finished throwing up, yay morning sickness, when I realized that Luke would be back in our shared London flat in an hour. His tour ended two nights ago and they caught a flight last night.

I took a shower and got dressed in a pair of leggings and an oversized jumper. I still didn’t know how to tell him.

‘Tori. I’m home.’ I heard his Australian accent fill the apartment. I timidly walked over to him, giving him a weak smile. He had a massive grin painted on his face and held out his arms for me too fall into. I did and his grip tightened around my waist and stomach which quickly made me really conscious of my stomach.

I quickly broke out of the hug, sighing quietly. Luke’s face was filled with confusion and sadness.

‘There’s um something I need to talk to you about.’ I whispered, walking over to the couch. He dropped his luggage and sat across from me.

‘Don’t tell me you cheated on me.’ He whispered.

‘Luke why the hell would you think that!’ I screamed.

‘Well I don’t know for the past two days you have been avoiding my calls and the one time that I managed to Skype you he was here.’ He screamed back.