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im crying real tears

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BOIII

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when Luke's hair is a little wet and he's got that one piece that hangs down onto his forehead

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Me and You // 2

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this is the requested part 2! i hope you guys like it, and feedback is always appreciated/welcomed.

[part 1]

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As soon as you woke up that morning you booked the soonest flight home; the furthest away from Luke that you could seemingly get. After the argument last night, the things that were shared, and the things that were done you didn’t know if you wanted him involved in the life of the child growing inside of you.

It wasn’t like you didn’t love Luke anymore, it was near impossible to not love him. He was the only person you could possibly love in this world filled with so much hate and violence. Luke was the person to actually open the doors of love, marriage, and children to you, but now things were turning into you packing your things and tuning him out of yours and your child’s life.

Leaving the hotel and going through the airport brought loads of media attention, which you expected none of, and the sudden influx of camera flashes and questions caused your phone to buzz non-stop; all from Luke frantically asking where you were, why all your things were packed up and gone, and why the hell you were at the airport. You ignored the texts, going through your contacts until you reached his number, clicking the little phone icon. The dial tone barely rang once until his voice filled your ears, “Y/N what the hell are you doing?” You took a deep breath, composing yourself before you whispered; “I’m leaving.”

“Carter get down here you’re going to be late!” You yelled while you finished packing up the little SpongeBob lunch box with all of Carter’s favorite snacks zipped inside. Tiny footsteps soon came barreling down the hallway as Carter came running into the kitchen dressed in his favorite red shirt that was a little too dirty, and some skinny jeans for his first day of kindergarten.

“Alright buddy go get your shoes on and get your backpack for school okay?” He nodded frantically before running off towards the door where he was probably going to grab a pair of shoes that don’t even match his outfit.

He was a spitting image of his father, and it hurt just a little bit every day to see his bright blue eyes, his dirty blonde hair, and to hear his high pitched squeaky laugh. Carter was also one of the clumsiest kids around. He’d always end up with a scrape, or a bruise, somewhere on his body that landed you both in the bathroom with a crying Carter asking you to ‘kiss it better’. Carter also loved music. Ever since he was born you knew he had the lungs of his father from how loud and how long he could scream, but since he got older his singing voice grew, and you knew that your son was going to make it somewhere someday with a lot of lessons and help from some people.

Of course you never told Carter who his father was, he never really asked. It was never a big topic of discussion between the two of you, what would you even tell him anyway? ‘Before you were born your father and I had a huge fight and we ended up breaking up and not talking ever again.’ Even though Carter was bright for his age, there was no way he would be able to understand what you and Luke went through. The months after you left Luke were rough. He tried to communicate for the first few weeks, but after that he broke all communication off completely. You followed them on social media though, and their band skyrocketed in fame. You were so proud of them, but it was hard not being able to be there for them, so you’ve sent them all a few texts here and there congratulating them on their newest album or their newest single.

“Mommy are we leaving soon?” The tugging on your shirt pulled you out of your daze, as Carter was getting antsy to leave and head to school so he can see all of his friends. “Yeah buddy I’m sorry. Mommy was just thinking.” You grabbed your purse and your keys, and you were heading out the door before you bumped into a body surprising both you and the body you haphazardly just bumped into. “I’m so sorry we were just...” you rambled on before looking up to meet oceanic blue eyes that you haven’t seen for 7 years.

“Carter get in the car now. I’ll be there soon.” Carter ran to the car struggling to climb into the backseat by himself. Luke watched Carter’s every move in awe because that was his son. His son was already that old. He couldn’t believe that it’s been that long, he’s missed that much, and he wasn’t there for one second of his son’s life.

“Why are you here?” You wanted to be mad. You didn’t want to show the real emotions you were feeling, but it was so hard to keep the hard façade up when he was standing right in front of you looking like he was. He obviously hasn’t slept from the dark circles under his eyes, and he hasn’t bothered to shave in a few days, but he looks so wrecked and it hurts you on the inside, but it shouldn’t because he didn’t try and stay. He didn’t want this kid like you did. He made that perfectly clear when he knew you were raising Carter as a single parent and the only thing he did was send a check every month because that’s what he legally had to do.

He opened and closed his mouth like he wanted to speak, but it was useless. All the rehearsed lines that he went over floated out of his mind now that he was standing in front of you. Everything that he knew he wanted to say would not come out because he was far too nervous to even make a sound. So he did the one thing that he knew he wanted to do but he was wagering on; he kissed you.

He kissed you hard. Putting every single emotion he felt into it hoping that you knew that he still felt the same way about you that he felt 7 years ago. Nothing has helped. He tried to move on. He really did try after seeing that you were happy alone with Carter according to your Instagram and Twitter. Groupie after groupie wasn’t working for him anymore. Yeah the sex was great, but he needed something more than a physical connection. He tried dating. There were some that were a no-go on the spot, but this one girl he met in L.A. he sort-of connected with, but she wasn’t you. Nobody was you.

Once you actually got a grip onto what was happening you put a hand on his chest and pushed him back, seeing hurt flash across his face for a second before the normal Luke you were used to seeing came back; emotionless. “Luke… you weren’t here for all six years of his life, and you weren’t here for the past seven of mine.” The façade was gone now, and the tears were steadily falling. Hesitantly, Luke moved a hand forward trying to wipe them away, but you flinched away from his touch making memories from that dreadful night 7 years ago flash through his mind.

“I have to take him to school or he’s going to be late.” You said before you were walking past him, leaving him all alone once again. Before you were completely away from his reach he grabbed your wrist, holding you steadily in place. “Please y/n can we at least talk about it?” Pulling your hand out of his grip you walked towards your car seeing Carter watching everything. You subtly moved your head towards Carter hoping that Luke would see that Carter has seen everything. “I have to take him to school Luke. I’m sorry.”

You got into your car, leaving Luke in the driveway to watch you leave with his son in the backseat. “Who is that mommy? I don’t really like him he made you cry.” He asked once Luke was finally out of his sight. You looked in the rear-view mirror to see Carter playing with his hands while strapped in his booster seat. You sighed before finally telling him, “He’s your dad Carter.”

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Me and You

word count: 1.3k

a/n: gif is not mine so if you know who made it please tell me so I can credit them! this includes a lot of language, fighting, and throwing things in arguments so just forewarning you all. [feedback is appreciated and tell me if you want a part 2!]

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It was times like this where you wanted to hide away and forget about all of the responsibilities that you held, and all of the people that you had to face. Luke would be getting back any minute and how would you tell him this news that would rock his world; “Hey babe in about 9 months I’m going to be giving birth to a baby and you’re the father so congratulations!”

Getting pregnant wasn’t a thought in your minds since you religiously took birth control pills, and Luke wore condoms whenever he remembered. Yeah, you and Luke have talked about having children, but they were always years in the future, and now you had to tell him that your life plans were going to be moved forward a few years. Now you were carrying a little Hemmings inside of you which terrified you deeply because their careers were continuously growing, with no signs of stopping, and there was no way that Luke was going to be taking this information lightly.

Your bouts of nausea and migraines were easy to blame on jet-lag and exhaustion, but now that you weren’t travelling across the country anymore the symptoms of your progressing pregnancy were going to be harder to make up excuses for. Tonight was the night that you were going to show him the little plus sign on the white stick that showed him that he was going to be a father even though the timing was horrible and you both were very young, it was happening.

As you stood at the balcony, watching the lights and stars of the city you were currently in, you heard the hotel door click making your stomach churn while your nerves kicked in high gear, and before you were able to turn around and grab the small stick on the bed before Luke got ahold of it he already had it in his hand looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world, but also as if you were the worst.

“You’re pregnant?” he whispers as tears fall slowly down your face as you stood speechless watching his reaction to the news. He quickly moved over to you, cupping your face wiping away your tears while you looked into his oceanic blue eyes searching for something that he couldn’t quite put into words. There was a glimmer of happiness in there, but it was soon covered by anger as he backed away from your touch like your skin suddenly seemed to burn him.

“How the fuck could this have happened?” His anger was like a light switch, and it was dangerous being around him whenever the switch was on. If cartoons were real he would have a red face and smoke coming out of his ears, but the only way he could show his anger right now was his constant pacing in front of the bed as you just stood to the side not wanting to interfere his rage afraid for what he could possibly do. Luke was never a physical person, but you’ve never seen him this heated before, and it absolutely terrified you.

“Did you stop taking birth control just so you could get pregnant? Do you want the fucking publicity from a story like this?”

It was as if he was shooting daggers into your heart with every word he spoke. Did he really think that was all you were here for? Fame and money?

“Fuck you Luke. I could give two shits about the fame and money and you out of all people should know that, but I guess your ego is bigger than your head.” All you could see was red, and at this point you didn’t care who got hurt in the process because he was being absolutely ridiculous. Out of everything you two have been through you thought that he thought higher than you than someone who was here for fame and money. “Maybe if you continued to wear condoms then this wouldn’t have happened because I never stopped taking my birth control medication because I’m not a fucking idiot as you seem to think I am you dick.”

“I don’t think you’re a fucking idiot y/n, but you know all the girlfriend drama and pregnancy scares all the other boys go through so those girls could get paid to shut up I didn’t want you to turn into one of them. I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that you are actually pregnant.”

He stood there staring at you as you tried your hardest to bite your tongue because there was so much more you wanted to say to him, but you were so damn angry on how we was suddenly so calm and how he just calmly tried to cover up what he previously said about you there was no point in even biting your tongue anymore.

“Oh and since you think you’re such a ‘big boy’ with your big ass ego..” you moved towards him as anger coursed throughout your system, signaling everything in your brain to stop where you were and not say what you were going to, but your mind was too slow with your mouth and it was far too late,

“You're always away anyway maybe you wouldn’t be a good father. Maybe we shouldn’t keep this baby. I could just go somewhere tomorrow if that’s what you want because my life is circulated around ‘what Luke wants’.”

Luke’s blue eyes stared straight into your teary ones with so much sadness and guilt as he hesitantly moved his hand forward like he wanted to wrap you up in his embrace, but you weren’t done where this came from;

“You know what Luke? Since you’re gone all the time maybe this baby isn’t even yours.”

Before you could even register what was going on there was something flying across the room followed by the sounds of glass shattering. You looked over at Luke with wide scared eyes as he just stared at the vase which was now in thousands of pieces on the floor of your hotel room.

“Get out Luke.” Tears were freely flowing down your face now, falling onto the sweatshirt Luke always gave you when he was away. You looked up to see Luke staring at you with tears glossing over his own eyes while he just whispered a short, “I’m so so so sorry.” before he was walking over to you making you flinch away from his touch.

“Get the fuck out!”

Pain flashed across his features as he watched you flinch away from him and scream for him to leave for the first time since you guys started dating, but he simply stepped back and mumbled an almost inaudible, “I’m going to Michael's room.” Before he left the room quickly and quietly, dodging the pieces of glass the best he could.

As the door shut, and locked, you just breathed in-and-out the best you could. Reminding yourself that even if he wasn’t going to be there during this pregnancy you were going to have family and friends to help with it all. You have friends that could take you out shopping for baby clothes and everything else. You have friends and family that could go to doctor's appointments with you. You have people that are going to actually want to be there for you and this child.

You set your right hand on your sweatshirt covered stomach and smiled softly thinking about the tiny child that was growing inside of you, “It’s just me and you now bub.”

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Luke at Tinley Park (my pics don't remove caption)