The Runaway 2 - N.H.

[13] Will he come back?

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Really disappointed hardly any of you are voting, but whatever... Sorry this chapter took so long, enjoy! Love you's x

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"We only just found out Bee, I promise." Ashton tells me but it doesn't make it any better. How could Luke do that to me? How could he be so selfish.

"He didn't." I breathe out and Ashton steps towards me.

"I'm so sorry Bee." I hardly take notice of him. I start to cry and he pulls me into a hug, allowing me to sob quietly into his chest.

"No." I quickly wipe my yes and take deep breaths. "I'm so fucking sick of this. I'm not crying about any of you again. Now where the fuck is Luke?"

"Bee that isn't a good idea." Calum warns and stands up.

"Shut the fuck up Calum and don't call me that." I growl and I think we are all shocked at how quickly my mood has changed.

I turn on my heels and walk out the door before I give them a chance to stop me.

"Luke!" I yell and pound on his door. "Luke let me in!"

The door swings open and Michael steps out. "What the f-" He starts but I push him out of the way and into the room.

"Luke!" I scream again. I scan the room for the blonde boy and find him on the floor beside the bed, a half empty bottle of vodka beside him.

He looks up at me with red bloodshot eyes and my heart cracks. He looks sick, like dying and all I want to do is hold him, to tell him everything will be okay... But I can't. He needs to hurt like I have for the past year.

"W-Why did you do it Luke?" Incredibly, he looks sadder as I finish my sentence. He looks away from me and takes a swig from the bottle. "Luke?"

He stares at me again and it takes all the will power I have not to hug him. "Why do you think?" He asks as a whisper. His voice sounds broken and sad, like it never belonged to him.

"Tell me." I push and sit on the floor in front of him, forcing him to look at me.

"I wanted you to see that I loved you. That you could love me too..." He looks away and out the window to my left. The city is alive with lights and sounds, with more stars in the sky than there usually is.

"That's not good enough." I whisper, my voice cracking. Don't cry.

"I love you." He repeats for what has to be the millionth time I meant him. Why didn't I piece it together? Why couldn't I have realised he actually loves me?

"Luke, you've lied to me so many times. How can you love someone you hurt so freely?" I ask and immediately feel hypocritical.

"Braeden?" I snap my head to find the source of the voice.

Niall stands a few feet behind me, looking distressed and confused. "Niall." I breathe out and stand to walk over to him. As soon as I reach him I pull him into a hug. Is he the only one I can trust.

"Are you okay?" He pulls away from the hug and stares at me with his electric blue eyes.

I turn around to see Luke taking another swig from the bottle while staring at us. "Just go Braeden, I know you don't want to be here." He mutters before taking another sip.

"No Luke, I do want to be here. Just if you hadn't lied to me, I'd actually stay." He keeps his head down and I walk out of the room before he can say anything more.

"Braeden are you-?" I cut Niall off by pressing my lips to his and he immediately kisses back. I walk backwards in the direction of his room and we step through the door before he slams it shut behind us. We continue to kiss, both of us growing hungrier. He grips my thighs, "Jump." He mumbles into the kiss and I do so, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He walks us both into his bedroom and sits on the bed, me still straddling him.

I grip the hem of his shirt and he quickly pulls it off, immediately starting to puts his hand under my shirt for them to sit at my waist, with him gently gripping me. I kiss him harder and he moans in response, making me tug at his hair. He breaks away from the kiss and moves his lips to my neck, slowly sucking at the skin until I moan, making him take my shirt off. I know marks will be left on my skin but right now I want him. I need him.

I move my hand to his chest and down to his toned stomach. Maybe he plays soccer like Louis... Louis!

"Where's Louis?" I ask him after I pull away from the kiss, both of us panting.

"What?" He asks confused, putting his forehead on mine to look at me.

"Is he still here?"

"No of course he's not. He went back to his room, Eleanor wanted him." He says still struggling for breath.

I bite my lip. "Will he come back?" I can't risk him seeing this.

"No Bee." He mumble and starts to kiss my neck again.

"Did you lock the door?" I know I'm being paranoid, but still.

"That depends on what you define as locking." He states and I shake my head.

I move to get up but he quickly grabs me and throws me onto the bed, with his body hovering over mine. "It's okay princess, we're fine." He breathes out before kissing me again.

One hand is supporting his weight beside my head and another is gripping my thigh. I grab the waist band of his jeans and pull him towards me while unbuckling his belt. "Are you okay? he asks, momentarily pulling away from the kiss.

"Yeah. Are you?" I ask slowly.

"Never been better." He says cheekily and I start to unbutton his jeans again. I start tugging them down when a phone starts ringing from the beside table. "Leave it." He mumbles and we go back to work.

"Niall?" A voice asks and we both snap our heads to find the owner. Louis.