That Night ~> Luke Hemmings

Chapter 1

"P-positive" I croaked out, the words cutting like a knife as my sobs filled the room. I continued repeating the word over in my head, thoughts filling my mind. The father? Well, at least I know who it is, it could only be him. Luke Hemmings- the nerdy, punk-rocker next door. I was carrying his baby. this is why I shouldn't have listened to that monster I used to call my boyfriend. He told me to live a little, said I was fridigd, innocent. He didn't know my story- he wouldn't have said that if he did.
He told me to let loose and this is where I end up, carrying a man's baby who I had only ever had one conversation with, one that I wouldn't like to remember. And quite frankly, I don't know how I do, I was drunk off my face. I would never have told him otherwise.
"Hey there beautiful, what's a pretty girl like you doing here alone?" He slurred, I knew he was drunk. Why didn't I leave?
"Wow, never heard that one before!" I shot back, taking a sip from my red, plastic cup, wincing as the sour liquid burned my throat and before I knew it, he was leaning in. I kissed back, I don't know why. I must have been really drunk to do that. But before I knew what was happening, he was pushing me against a wall and moaning my name in pleasure. I suddenly realised what was happening and pushed him away, grabbing my cup, I ran out of the house.
"Addison! Wait!" Luke screamed down the road which caused quite a few heads to turn and stare. Seeing me and Luke together probably came as a shock to most people. We were opposites in every single way, shape and form. Pretty much everyone knew me, my older brother, Drew, was on the Great British Olympic Swim team and won gold at London 2012. The only reason people knew of Luke, was because he was usually the only person to put up his hand to ask or answer a question. It shocked me a lot that he was actually talking to me tonight, he was being both talkative and confident. Something I had never seen Luke be before. And for that reason only, I turned around and stopped.
"Sorry" I mumbled, Luke jogged towards me and noticed the tears streaming down my face.
"What's wrong?" I didn't want to lie to Luke, but I didn't want to tell him the truth either. No one knows about the night I walked home alone in London, it was a secret I was hoping to take to the grave. Guess not, because for some bizzar reason, I trusted Luke. I felt as though I needed to tell him. "We can go somewhere else to talk if you want?" He offered, looking down at me with worrying eyes. I simply nodded, in fear that if I opened my mouth, I would just cry more tears.
Eventually we reached my house, my parents took my younger siblings to a dinner party and weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow morning and my other brother lived in London so we decided to go back to mine.
"How do you know my name?" I asked out of the blue, realising I never told him it before. "Who doesn't?" he shrugged.
After filling multiple bowls of junk food, we trudged up to my bedroom. "So, are you going to tell me why you ran off, tears streaming down your face, acting as though you were late to meet the president?" Luke chuckled, laying down next to me. I sighed, finally gathering the courage to tell Luke about the night.
By the end of my story, I had tears streaming down my face. Even for a drunk person, Luke was being so caring. He gently whipped my tears away with the corner of his jumper as I stuffed my head further into the crook of his neck. He gently rocked me backwards and forwards, whilst whispering "shh, it's okay now, I won't let anything happen to you". At the last part if the comment, I turned my head to face Luke and noticed he was already watching me. He started leaning forward and I closed my eyes and joined him. I must say, kissing Luke was the best feeling ever.
And well, one thing lead to another... and here we are now...
My sobs continued as I stared back at the test, but my thoughts were interrupted by the noise of someone singing. Whoever it was, was good. I walked back into my room to get a better listen. As I walked over to my window to open it, they voice got louder. That's when I noticed Luke laying on his bed, staring up at the celling as he sang along to 'Stay Together For The Kids' by Blink 182, a band I had learnt 'that night, were one of his favourites. They song soon changed to All Time Low's 'Maria Count Me In' and I looked away once he caught me watching him, a slight blush appeared on my checks as I felt last night's dinner suddenly rise up.
I finished up in the bathroom and crawled over to bed when my phone beeped, alerting me that I had a text.
From: Unknown
Hey, it's Luke. you're Addison, right? This number was saved as Pretty Party Girl ;)
I nervously typed out a reply:
To: Baby Daddy (Luke)
Hi, yeah it's me :) We need to talk.. something happened at that party that you should know about..
But I couldn't bring myself to press send. I sat up and played with my fingers, the phone still in my hand trying to figure out how to tell him. Was it wrong to tell him over text? Was it too soon? Should I maybe try to become his friend first? My head was spinning from the amount if questions flowing through my head, but my thoughts were brought to a stop when another text came through.
From: Baby Daddy (Luke)
I know you've read it, I can see you from my window. I shouldn't have text you, should I? I'm sorry.
I felt bad now and just decided to ask my sister what to do and typed back a simple response.
To: Baby Daddy (Luke)
It's fine, I was just thinking about something, don't worry. Hi. x
This time, I found the courage to actually send it, but was the kiss too much? Oh well, I'll just have to wait and see. My phone beeped again.
From: Baby Daddy (Luke)
Do we need to talk? Are you not telling me something?
I was about to text back 'no' when I noticed a few other boys entering his room. I figured he wouldn't really look at his phone now so I chose to ignore his question and try to sleep.

~thanks for reading. H xo