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Right after that happens, open Microsoft Word again and click File - Info - Manage Versions - Recover Unsaved Documents.

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go to her | part one

part two

luke + reader word count: 1251

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summary: (inspired by the aria x ezra x nicole scene in pretty little liars) luke’s ex calls him and you answer and delete the call after so he doesn’t know but something happens to her and he blames you.

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her name flashing on his phone screen didn’t come to as much of a shock as you thought it would have, seeing as you knew they were still close friends.

her being his ex-girlfriend, taylor.

you listened out for the sound of the shower still running in the bathroom and against better judgement, grabbed his phone off the bed and swiped to answer it.

“hello?”

“lukey, he broke up with me!” taylor’s voice was thick and it was obvious she was crying.

“this is (y/n), luke’s in the shower.” you tried your best to keep the disdain out of your voice. it wasn’t that you hated her, it was just the fear of luke going back to her that caused the disdain.

“lukey i need your cuddles.. will you come get me and take me home please? you said you would be there for me no matter what. i know you’re across the country but i need you lukey.” the hiccups and her slurred words told you she was utterly and completely drunk out of her mind.

the thought of luke wanting to rescue her and cuddle her while she complained about her ex-boyfriend and how luke treated her so much better made you sick.

“luke’s busy, taylor.” you winced at how snappy you sounded, taking a deep breath before continuing. “just catch a cab home and sleep it off, okay?” you hung up before she could answer.

“babe?” luke called from the bathroom. “who are you talking to?”

staring down at his screen, your fingers worked faster than your brain could, deleting the call from his call log. “no one, i was talking to myself.” you called back, shaking away the unsettling feeling lying to luke brought to your chest.

he emerged from the bathroom, blonde hair dripping wet, towel-drying it as he sauntered over to you, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

“maybe you should see someone about that.” he teased, leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

you smiled into the kiss, the call already forgotten.

it wasn’t until the next night that you were reminded of the call.

you were in the kitchen preparing dinner when you heard the front door open and close. “hey babe, you’re home early.” you commented.

you waited for luke’s arms to wrap around you and for him to kiss you on the cheek, something he loved to do whenever you were in the kitchen or standing in front of the bathroom sink.

when they didn’t, you set down the carrots you were chopping and headed out to the living room.

luke was sat on the couch, hunched over, elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, sitting down next to him, prying his hands away from his face.

“taylor got into a car accident.” he said softly.

“what? is she okay?” you asked, wanting to add on that she was fine when you talked to her the night before before remembering he didn’t know about the call.

luke sighed. “i don’t know. dean called me when i was at the studio and she was only just heading into surgery. he hasn’t said anything since and its driving me crazy.”

you rubbed slow circles into his back, another hand squeezing his thigh reassuringly. “i’m sure she’ll be fine, lu,”

“dean said she called me a while before she got into the accident - had a minute long phone call but i didn’t talk to her. i-i could’ve stopped this.” his words made your heart drop.

luke was blaming himself for not talking to her and preventing the car accident. luke didn’t talk to her because you deleted the call.

“i-i talked to her.” you confessed so quietly you wasn’t sure he’d heard.

luke’s head snapped around to face you. “you talked to her? what was she saying?” he asked.

“she was drunk out her mind. said her boyfriend broke up with her.” you hesitated for a moment before telling him the rest. “she wanted you to fly over to c-cuddle her.”

“and what did you tell her?” his voice was getting louder, more exasperated.

“i told her you were busy and to catch a cab home. you were in the shower.”

luke stood up, towering over you, his eyes flashing with anger. “and you didn’t think of telling me this earlier?” realisation seemed to dawn on him and his eyes widened. “you deleted the call from my phone, didn’t you?” he was practically screaming now.

you kept your head down, too ashamed of what you did to look up at him. you nodded in response to his accusation.

you could hear his heavy breathing, out of rage. “what the fuck is wrong with you? this is all your fault! she’s in the hospital because of you!”

you could never handle luke’s angry voice. he could be really terrifying when he wanted to - you’d witnessed it first-hand when the guy at the club tried to grope you a a month into your relationship.

“if i had talked to her, gone to her, she wouldn’t have gotten into the accident but you had to be stupidly jealous and delete the fucking call.”

"i didn’t know this was going to happen, luke, you have to understand.” you finally gathered up enough courage to look up at luke, instantly regretting it.

his normally warm, blue eyes were steely and cold.

“of course you didn’t, you weren’t thinking! you never think!”

you couldn’t take his scolding any longer, pushing yourself off the couch and past him, dashing into the bedroom and burying yourself under the covers where you let it all out, the tears flowing, soaking the pillow and sheets.

you must have used up all your energy crying into your pillow because you eventually fell asleep, waking up to luke’s arms around you, his head on your shoulder.

he woke when you stirred, sitting up, facing away from him.

“i’m sorry about last night.” he said, voice husky from just waking up.

you shook your head, knowing he was just worried about taylor. “it’s okay. i’m sorry for what i did.”

“it’s okay.”

the rest of the morning was still extremely tense, neither one of you talking much. luke left for the studio after leaving a rather hasty kiss on your cheek and you waited for the door to close before letting out a sigh.

rubbing your temples to get rid of the headache that had been lingering the entire morning, you tried to busy yourself with college work but you couldn’t help but go back to what luke had said.

it is all your fault, you idiot. you thought to yourself.

an idea forming in your head, you pulled your laptop closer to you, working on how to make it up to luke. it took a while to put everything together, but you finished it before luke got home.

you waited impatiently, eyes on the door, waiting for him to come home.

the sound of the door opening made you snap your head towards the door, watching as luke shook off his shoes and pulled off his jacket. he seemed slightly wary when he walked into the living room where you sat, fidgeting nervously.

he leaned in for the usual kiss when he got home but you turned so his lips met your cheek instead, making him frown.

not able to wait any longer, you picked up the envelope on the table and handed it to him.

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a/n: if you watch pretty little liars and you can guess what’s in the envelope, let me know! let’s see how many people know what i’ve taken from that story ;) also, i know this isn’t part two of wrecked but i’m putting that fic on hold for now i’m afraid, at least until i get my inspiration back to write it. hope you understand :)

you know the drill, let me know if you want part two & if you want to be notified when part two comes up, drop me an ask asking for part two and i’ll answer it when i put it up!

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go to her | part two

part one

luke + reader word count: 1171

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he took it from you, eyebrow raised questioningly.

“it’s a plane ticket. and the hospital information. i called down about the room number but they wouldn’t give it to me because i’m not family but i’m sure you can ask her parents about it when you’re there.”

luke’s mouth opened slightly in shock and he pulled out the papers from the envelope before looking back at you. “i don’t-” you cut him off before he could protest.

“go to her, lu. i know it’s driving you crazy not being there for her.” you took a deep breath, willing any emotion away from your next words. “you love her.”

you cursed the slight wobble in your voice. “your flight leaves tonight, you should start packing.” you could feel a tear threatening to fall and you reached up to swipe it away as quickly as you could. “i already put your toiletries into a bag, you just have to put in the clothes you want to bring. i’m gunna go do.. stuff.” you rushed through everything before escaping to the guest room with your laptop.

you listened out for luke’s footsteps into the bedroom and you could hear the cupboard doors opening and closing as he packed his clothes. an hour later, he stood in the doorway of the guest room, bag over his shoulder, just looking at you.

“(y/n), i-” you cut him off again.

“will you call me when you land?” you asked, forcing a smile.

he sighed before nodding. walking forward, he leaned down for a kiss and this time you let him. your lips met and a lump formed in your throat as you kissed him, wishing and hoping this wasn’t your last.

breaking away, you pushed him in the direction of the door. “you’re going to miss your flight.”

he flashed you a grateful smile before turning to walk out the door. you swallowed hard, staring at the closed door.

now to wait for him to call.

it had been three days since luke had left after agreeing to call you when he landed and you still hadn’t heard from him. you sat by your phone, waiting for it to ring but it never did.

you knew he was fine, you’d been following updates online, pictures of him at the airport after he landed, pictures of him walking into the hospital, pictures of him going in and out of the hotel you’d booked him, close to the hospital, but no phone call. not even a text.

there were so many instances where you would draft out a text to send to him or stare at his contact in your phone, fingers itching to call him but didn’t. he needs his own time. he needs to call me when he’s ready, when he wants to.

it wasn’t until the fourth day when pictures of him and taylor surfaced. it was of him carrying her things while they walked out of the hospital, her parents following behind. his arm was around her, both of them smiling. like they were in love.

that night you let yourself cry and cry and cry. you didn’t want to think of losing luke but you couldn’t help but wonder if the plane ticket you’d given him was a one-way ticket away from you.

im coming home.

you’d never been so relieved at a text message in your life. but at the same time, you were wary. the thoughts that filled your head were less than optimistic about what would happen when luke returned home.

would he ask you to move out? would he tell you that he was back together with taylor?

what time does your flight get in? i’ll come get you from the airport. you sent back.

you watched as the three dots appeared on the side of the screen before his message popped up in grey.

no need, i’ll come home to you.

you sighed, letting yourself fall back onto the bed, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes of imagining a better scenario where luke was back home, holding you and not thinking about being with someone else.

now all you had to do was wait.

the sound of the lock turning in your front door made you sit up from the couch, your phone rolling off onto the carpet with a soft thud. ignoring your phone, you focused on the door handle, watching it move down as the door opened and luke walked in, black jumper and jeans on, his duffle bag on his shoulder.

he let his bag fall to the ground as he kicked off his shoes. he made his way to you, a small smile playing on the edge of his lips, but worry in his eyes as he approached you and leaned down for a kiss.

he seemed to relax a little when you didn’t pull away and instead met him halfway, pressing your lips onto his.

“how is she?” you asked when you pulled away.

luke took a seat next to you, taking your hands in his and placing them in his lap, fiddling with your fingers mindlessly. “she’s a lot better, just cuts and bruises, minor concussion.” he said distractedly.

“what is it?” you asked knowingly.

he looked up at you. “hmm?” he feigned ignorance at your question.

you rolled your eyes at him. “just spit it out, lu, i know when you’re dying to ask me something.”

luke sat up straighter, taking a deep breath. “why didn’t you ever tell me you didn’t like that taylor and i stayed friends?” he asked.

you shrugged. “i didn’t want to be that girl who wouldn’t let her boyfriend be friends with his ex - or any other girl for that matter.”

“were you worried that i was going to leave you for her?” he asked, his voice wary of my reaction.

you shut your eyes for a moment, nodding your head.

the corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile as he reached over to pull you into him, your side pressing against his chest, his lips planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. “i would never.” he mumbled into your hair. “you don’t ever have to worry about that, okay? what taylor and i had as lovers - it’s gone. we’re just good friends now and i just need to know that you’re going to be alright with that.” he pulled away from you just to look you in the eye. “i need to know that you trust me.”

“it’s not that i don’t trust you, lu. i just wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave me for her.” it felt terrifying but also strangely satisfying revealing one of your biggest insecurities to luke. you searched his eyes for any sort of regret in telling you he would never leave you but all he did was reach up to cup your face in his hands.

“i would never.” he reiterated before covering your lips with his.

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a/n: yikes that ending sucked but what’s new my endings always suck + now i feel like i should’ve named this fic ‘i would never’ lol.