Written in the Rockstars (Completed)

Chapter 25- Remembering The Forgotten

Lucy's P.O.V

" We do crazy things when we're upset."

I turned away from Jack and left through the open door.  As I made my way up the stairs,  clutching my baby bump, I sighed.  I was right, after all. We do do crazy things when we're upset. 

I should know.

So, the last time I talked about my baby, I figured it was my (now ex) boyfriend, Carl's.  However...

3 days earlier

I needed to ring Carl. I needed him to see reason.  I pulled my phone from my cardigan pocket and dialled his number.

Brrrrrring,  brrrrring, brrrrring.

" H-Hello?"

" Carl? Is that you? "

"Mm-huh."

" I need to talk to you.  Don't go hanging up on me.  This is important. "

" Right. "

" So. I told you I was pregnant. "

" You did. "

" I'm angry with you for responding like that. "

" Why? "

" Because I think you need to man up. You need to take responsibility.  I mean,  why should I have to look-?"

" Wait there.  Why should I take responsibility for a baby that isn't even mine? "

" Excuse me? It is your baby.  Who else's would it be? "

" Well. I hate to break it to you.  But for a baby,  a man needs to-"

" Alright.  That's enough.  Let's not make this conversation uncomfortable.  I haven't woo-hooed with anyone else.  So it has to be yours. "

" Okay then.  Try this.  I think your baby is half toilet roll or something because we haven't woo-hooed either."

" What about the party? "

"Nothing happened at the party. "

" We were drunk. "

" Correction: You were drunk. "

" You weren't? "

" No. I was driving. "

" That doesn't make sense. "

" At least you know why I responded the way that I did.  I can't be your boyfriend, knowing what you've done with another guy. "

" The fact that I can't remember him surely tells you that he's not very special. "

" He's still been closer to you than I have. "

"Carl. Please.  I need you to stand by me. "

"I hope you mean metaphorically.  I think I'm gonna struggle standing by you when I'm in Manchester and you're somewhere in London. "

" Be serious. "

" Deadly."

" Why don't I come to see you next week? "

" When? "

" Friday?"

" Oh. Sorry.  I'm sick on that day. "

" What? "

" It's in my diary.  I have the flu on Friday.  Oh and I'm late for my lunch meeting with President Obama. Gotta dash. "

Before I could protest,  the line went dead.

3 days later

A/N: ↑↑↑ in other words,  back to the time slot that it is at the beginning of the chapter.

I spent three days racking my brains.  Men. Woo-hoo. Woo-hoo with men.

That's when I had an epiphany.

I remember-albeit vaguely- Melanie asking me why I had been late for the party. I hadn't.  Carl had picked me up at half six. We got there for seven- when the party started. I had made a beeline for the drinks.  Being the irresponsible student that I clearly was,  I had downed all sorts of things. I was beyond tipsy within the first ten minutes.

It was all flooding back.

I had been dancing on a table, accompanied by my friend,  Hannah. I noticed a guy watching me with a smirk on his face.  And he was gorgeous.  He had messy,  dirty blonde hair; smooth, tanned skin, and gorgeous features.  He was dressed in a tight,  white t shirt which showed off his muscular stomach.  He also lounged against the wall in his black, leather jacket.

He was- to a deranged,  drunken girl- the essence of cool and... gorgeous.

I had jumped from the table,  landing with a thump as my stilettos collided with the wooden floor. I ran my hand through my auburn waves and pulled down my hugging, black dress.  I ambled over to him,  swaying my hips in an attempt to seduce him. I followed his gaze to my chest,  which-let's just say- was quite exposed.

" Hey, " I drawled.

" Hey."

I remembered draping my arms around his neck and leaning into him.

" I think I wanna kiss you,  hotty boy, " I whispered.

He placed his hands against my hips and pulled me into him,  pressing his lips fiercely to mine. He began to pull away,  but I didn't let him go,  kissing him with an unknown ferocity.

" I think there's a room upstairs, " He whispered.

I grinned and pulled him by the hand, dragging him up the stairs.  And...

I remember nothing happened.  I didn't allow it to.  Even in my drunken state, I could remember that I had a boyfriend.  I had felt bad.

I had left Brodie- as I discovered his name was- when I went to find Melanie. I felt terrible.

That wasn't the end of it.

We do crazy things when we're upset. I had found Melanie and seen Carl,  my boyfriend at the time,  snogging the face off a good-looking, blonde-haired girl. So. Naturally,  I ran back to Brodie, my make - up streaming down my face.  He comforted me. And...

Yup. Got me pregnant.

I'd decided to pretend I didn't know about Carl and the... girl, because I felt I had no right to be angry,  since I wasn't much better,  sleeping with a guy I'd never met.

" Alright,  Brodie. It's time to take responsibility. "

I dialled Melanie's number on my mobile and place it against my ear.

Brrring.  Brrring. Brrring.

"Hey, hun'!"

" Hi."

" How's you?  And the baba?"

" We're fine, thanks. "

" How can I help?"

" Oh. Do you know a guy called Brodie? "

" Brodie? As in, my brother, Brodie? "

" Tell me what he looks like. "

" Dirty blonde hair.  Tanned skin, like mine.  Always wears a leather jacket.  Tall."

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.

"Yes. As in, your brother,  Brodie. "