Chocolate ♡ The 1975/One Direction/5 Seconds of Summer

Chapter Eighteen

Luke's POV
I look over at the girl in front of me. The girl, who tries to love everyone, who can't see her true beauty yet is so self-obsessed. I love her. I literally love everything about her.

Which is going to make it hard to leave. I was talking to Harry and Matty about it, and honestly, we're all feeling the same. When we leave, Matty will be drunk 24/7, Harry will be in his room 24/7, and I'm not even sure what I'll do. How am I meant to leave my first real love? Cheesy, I know. But the boys agree with me.
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We sat in Harry's apartment, high as fuck, listing our favourite things about the girls.
"Her blonde hair is pretty fucken sassy." Matty slurs. "I've wanted to fuck her since grade 11."

"Fuck, you can watch Kat for hours. Honestly. The little nose twitches when she texts, or the way she laughs." Harry falls back onto the pillow. "Do we really have to leave 'em?"

"It's a life or death situation, Haz. Do you really want to get them into the deep shit we're in?" I ask him.

I can tell they both considered it. The small smirk on Harry's face while he played with his rings. Matty blowing a mouthful of smoke into the hair above him, a hand running through his hair.

"We're in a lot of deep shit." Harry chuckles. I shake my head, laughing.

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"Steph." She looks up at me, furrowed eyebrows and pouted lips.

"What's up?"

"I have something to tell you." I stop, taking her hand from across the table. "Babe, please just promise me you will listen to everything I have to say before you leave me."

"Luke, you're freaking me out. Just tell me." She puts her other hand on mine.

Fuck. This is the hardest shit I've ever had to do in my life.

"I-I." I pause. Fucking hell. "I killed someone, Stephy. A human being. A living person is now in the fucking ground because I killed him."

Her grip tightens around my hand, her whole body getting tense. "Why?"

"Because I hated them. I hated them for what they did to you and Matty."

"Wait, hold up. You killed someone as revenge for Matty and I?"

"Why the fuck are you not running out the door?"

"I promised I'd listen to the whole story. Now tell me."

"It was accidental. The wounds were fatal in the end. They both had no family, no friends, no one knew who the fuck they were. It doesn't excuse my actions, no. But no one was giving a fuck about how they killed your parents."

I could hear her gulp from across the table. Her eyes get watery but I know she wouldn't cry in public. "They-they killed my parents?"

"They did. And god, they paid for their mistakes." She goes quiet, looking down at her lap. My thumb strokes her hand.

"How?"

"How what?"

"How did they kill my parents?" Her hazel eyes pierce mine.

"Gunshot wounds to the chest and neck."

"How did you kill them?"

"Gunshot wounds to the chest, shoulder and leg."

"It's ironic that a gun ended my old life and began my new one." She smiles sadly.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't have to live in fear of them anymore, Luke. Sure, I'm a little scared. But I know you wouldn't hurt me. And now I know they won't be able to hurt me. Thank you. In a weird way, I'm glad you did it. But I know there's going to be a downside now."

"Matty, Harry and I have to move away. Probably for the best. No contact is allowed, or they'll find us."

"Where are you going?"

"We bought a house. It's gorgeous, Stephy. You would love it."

"I'm guessing I wouldn't be allowed to visit."

"I'm not sure yet -"

"Luke. I love you, and honestly, I'd rather go to jail than not see you. Where in the fucking world are you going?"

"Iceland."