A/N Hi, so I decided to start this story based off the song I Almost Do by Taylor Swift because it just screamed lucian to me. This will probably be 3-4 chapters maybe 5. If it bothers you reading about the actors, then I'm sorry, just don't read it then. Alright then here we go.
I'm not in any way affiliated with Lucy or Ian. This is just a harmless story about the two of them
It had been forever since Lucy had been home. Well at least it felt that way. Working from 5 in the morning till 11 at night wasn't exactly the most energizing thing in the world. Usually after a long day she would curl up on the couch with Jack in her lap watching t.v until she dozed off to sleep. But tonight was different, somehow. Tonight she felt restless. In attempt to tire herself a little more, she pulled her laptop from the coffee table onto her lap as she seated herself on the couch. What would it hurt to sign on to Twitter for a few minutes?
The computer fired up with a roar, working hard to pull up the webpage for Lucy. Jack scurried over to find a place on the couch next to his lovely owner, while she began to scroll through her timeline, looking for anything interesting. Suddenly, her breath caught in her throat and she was sure her heart skipped a beat when her eyes stopped on ever so familiar name. He didn't tweet much now a days, and when he did Lucy was usually too busy to see it. Which helped. It was ridiculous, they'd been so close and now they were, well they were practically less than strangers.
Two years, it had been two years since they had stopped filming the show and yet he somehow still had a massive effect over her. Lucy had thought that the few weeks in Paris after Pretty Little Liars had wrapped would help her move on. Lucy had prayed that it would have erased all her memories of him and made everything one hundred times easier. But that hadn't happened. If anything, when Lucy had gotten back from Paris, everything had seemed harder. It was harder to avoid the calls and texts when they were in fact only a good 30 minutes away from each other.
She didn't want this tonight. Lucy had no desire to be reminded of all the memories they had together. The laughs that had started it all and the tears that brought it to a tragic close. Her heart began to ache from sadness and longing, a similar ache to the one she had experienced the last time she had seen him. There was nothing more that Lucy wanted in the world than just a simple phone call to him. But she quickly reminded herself she couldn't do that. She could barely think his name in the safety of her own head without feeling pain, she couldn't imagine what hearing his voice would do to her.
I was her fault though, wasn't it? On that very last night, she had been the one to decline him, hadn't she been? Lucy cursed herself under her breath; she had been pushing that night's events away for so long that they were hard to recall now. She remembered the little details though. Like the way her lover had smelled and the way he had held her a few seconds too long in their last embrace of the night. Lucy faintly remembered him telling her something, something very important. He had told her with such urgency. She recalled how she had said something back to him, something that had broken her very own heart to say, and proceeded to watch as he walked away with a single tear in his eye. What had she done? And why? Nothing seemed to make sense to Lucy now.
The burden of his name had lessened as she had pushed the painful part of that night away, and she was able to say it in her mind with ease now. Ian. Beautiful, perfect Ian. Oh how she had loved him. The thought of calling Ian popped back into her mind and Lucy had to remind herself once again why it was a bad idea. She was so close to doing it though. She knew very well that he was still up. He had the energy of a toddler and could be found wide awake till the latest peak of the night. Lucy wondered if he was working on a new project now but then became furious at the thought. The simple idea of his lips pressed against any one but her's, enraged her to no end. There was a small lump forming in her throat begging her night to cry, as Lucy thought of the kisses they had shared. The way his lips fit perfectly with hers as if they were designed to kiss her and only her.
The more she thought about Ian, the more frustrated she became with herself. Sure, there were some nights where she was reminded of him at a party or social event. But tonight was more painful than that. Tonight Lucy was forcing herself to think of old memories that she had left on the shelf for far too long. She was being crazy though. As much as Lucy hoped that Ian thought of her now she knew that the hope was lost just like all his calls and texts had been on her. For the first year after the show had stopped, Lucy had ignored every single one of his texts and calls until they had stopped coming all together. It was a terrible thing to do and she knew that very well. But the night she had left the finale party she had promised herself she wouldn't hurt Ian anymore. This was her way of doing that. Separation. She had to set him free. Knowing that he had been in love with her for so long, Lucy knew that she couldn't make him wait for her anymore. So as she left into the darkness that night, and left behind the Warner Brother's studios, it was as if she was leaving behind Ian too.
The next chapter will be a flashback so you can see exactly what happened the night she left Ian behind. I'm not sure when I'll update next but maybe in about a week. :) Review!