Hey guys, I promise I will finish my other story, but I wanted to upload this first. I wanted to write a Lucaya one-shot and I ended up writing three. If you like them and would like to request a prompt, please do so. I'll be uploading some of my own ideas but prompts are more than welcome, so please message me your ideas. :)
You either ignore it or you don't, no matter what, you can't get rid of the pain and you feel like you're dying.
1.
You Can't Put A Band-Aid on A Broken Heart
You're in a bar, because what else can you do at three in the morning when you're tired and your body aches and your eyes feel heavy but your mind is doing summersaults? You can't sleep but you sure as hell can't talk to Riley either. This isn't a "bay window talk". So you do the next best thing , you drown your sorrows in alcohol. You shouldn't even be thinking about him. You were the one who let him go, remember? Of course you remember, how could you forget?
"Hey, c...can I have another one?" You say, shifting in your seat and laying your head on the counter. Everything around you becomes blurry and you close your eyes. The bartender says something but you don't really understand him. Instead, you yell at him and wave a hand in the air, telling him to be quiet.
"Can't a girl just sleep for five minutes?" You ask, rubbing your temples. Your head hurts and your throat feels dry, but what can you expect? After all, you're in a bar and it's three in the morning.
You wake up the next day, your head throbbing and your hair a don't remember how you got there, but you did and that's what matters. You look around and try to focus, but you panic because, you're not supposed to be here and there's a Don't Mess With Texas poster on the wall. It's his place. You're in Lucas' apartment. Specifically, you're in his bed.
"Oh good, you're awake." He approaches you, sits down and removes the hair from your face.
"How did I get here?" You ask, refusing to make eye contact. He looks at you, concern filling his features but you can't bring yourself to fully look at him.
"I found you sleeping on a bench when I went out for my morning run. Maya, you can't keep doing this." He answer, slightly annoyed.
You're annoyed too because he keeps saving you and you're Maya Hart, you don't need to be saved. And now you're mad because he's not making this any easier. And why on earth are you in his bed? There are more rooms in this apartment, why did he have to lay you in his bed? You get up and toss the sheets to the side and nearly fall because you're lightheaded, but he catches you. And you can't help but smile, as his hand rubs your arm and he steadies your body so that your eyes and his meet, and you look at him, you really look at him for the first time since you got there.
"What do you mean by, You can't keep doing this?" And just like that, the moment is broken because you remember you shouldn't even be standing there in the first place. You feel guilty. You feel guilty for feeling this way but you can't help it, because you think back at all the times you've seen him with her and feel pain and you feel like you're dying. You hate feeling like this, but you love him, so what are you going to do?
"You can't keep avoiding me and pulling stunts like this that require me to save you." He answers, running a hand through his hair and letting out a deep breath. And you knew he was going to say that because, he does save you, and he knows it.
"You can't tell me what to do, alright?" Your ears are hot and you feel like you're dying. "And for the record, I didn't ask for your saving. I don't need to be saved." You respond, with a bitter taste in your mouth. It annoys you, because he's right, but you're not going to admit that to him.
You push him aside, grab your purse and hurry out the door, but he stops you. Not him exactly, more like what he says. You stop in your tracks and turn around slowly.
"What did you say?" You ask cautiously.
"I said Riley and I broke up. It was mutual, we realized we were to much alike and had feelings for other people."
He stepping closer now and suddenly, you forget how to breathe and your heart is palpitating. He closes the space that seperates you and presses his lips to yours, and that's all it takes. It's just the two of you and you don't care that you look like shit or that people are walking by probably staring. He's kissing you and it's even better than you could've imagined and you're hungry for it.
"When did this happen, why didn't she tell me?" You ask, in between breaths.
"You've been really distant from her...and me." He responds and keeps going.
His hands tangle in your hair and you bite his lower lip. You realize he's right there and that it was you all along. He was going to choose you, if you had let him. He finally stops kissing you and offers to take out on a breakfast date and you hop on his back and he holds on to your thighs and streadies you as you both head out of the building. You can't help but smile because it's perfect. He's all you need, after Riley of course. That, and coffee, to get rid of your massive headache.