Living With Luke // 5SOS (Punk Luke Hemmings)

62. Goodbye

Don't those people in the gif look kinda like Luke and Emily Rudd? Can yall see it? Listen to the song as well, just because it fits this chapter (:

Luke's POV.

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Mia had to leave the next day.

Did I cry? No.

Was I gonna miss her? Fuck yes.

Was I going to be okay with her leaving? Fuck no. But I didn't have a choice.

I know, I know, we only live a few minutes away from each other, but I was going to miss all those late night cuddles and kisses and those little conversations we had about anything and everything like crazy.

So the next morning, I got up early, even before Mia. I made breakfast for her and even picked a flower from my garden. I wore my red flannel and black, ripped skinny jeans. My hair was in the usual quiff and I had a couple of wristbands on. I made sure I looked okay then waited downstairs patiently, texting Michael nervously.

Me: I just made her breakfast. I even picked a flower.

I didn't get a response until a few minutes later.

Mikey: God you're so corny.

Me: Was it a bad idea? Shit, what do I do?!

Mikey: Dude. Shut up. And why are you texting me, it's too fucking early for this.

Me: Because Mia's going to leave, idiot. Now help!

Mikey: First of all, stop freaking out so much. Next thing you know it'll be you leaving. To the hospital after having a fucking breakdown.

I rolled my eyes.

Me: What else?

Mikey: Then you stop texting me, put the phone down and let me go back to fucking sleep.

Me: Ashton would have a lot to say about that swearing, young man.

Mikey: Shut the fuck up or I won't help you.

Me: You're so cranky in the morning.

Mikey: It's 10AM.

Me: It's not even early.

Mikey: Idk how to help you.

Me: Think of something!

Mikey: Okay okay.

Just then, Mia came walking down the stairs.

Me: Forget it she's here bye

Mikey: Thank the fucking gods.

I quickly put my phone into my pocket and smiled at her. "Morning sleepyhead."

Mia frowned, looking confused. "You're up early."

I shrugged and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the kitchen. "I made you breakfast." I smiled.

She laughed and looked up at me, smiling wide. "Aw, thank you. You made it yourself?"

I nodded and smiled proudly. "I also got you this." I picked up the flower and handed her it.

"A lily?" She smiled even wider. "I love lilies. Thank you, but you really didn't have to-"

I held up my finger to stop her. "Yes I did. Now eat. You've got a ten minute car ride ahead of you."

She giggled and shook her head, sitting down at the kitchen table. "Alright, alright. Are you gonna be Mr. Bossy today?"