A/N Hey guys so thanks once again for the great reviews and support on twitter :) I think that there'll be one more chapter after this and that's the end. Unless I decide to continue it somehow. Anyway, here you go.

I am not affiliated with Lucy, Ian or PLL in any way.

Ian slammed the apartment door loudly, not bothered by the raucous noise it made as it closed. He was too pissed at himself to care. Already, he had lost hr once in the past and now she was gone again. It was worse this time though. Ian could have stopped it. He could have ran after her and gave her a thousand reasons to stay. Instead he had been a wimp and let her walk out on him again. She left with his pride and all the great memories they shared were beginning to fade as he drowned the rest of his night in alcohol.

The more drunk he became, the more Ian resented himself. But didn't she get some of the blame? Lucy was the one that was too scared to watch their friendship develop into something more. Sure, he had messed up by telling her that he still loved her but they could work through it. Ian knew Lucy had to feel something between them. Everyone saw it. Back in the day, the fans of the show wished for them to be together more than anything. They cast and crew members saw their chemistry. So why couldn't Lucy? Why couldn't she just swallow her fears for one second and be with him?

He took another drink from the glass, thinking about the way her face had changed when he had told her he was in love with her. Ian could almost remember the exact way she flinched as he'd said it, as if she was being burned by a hot metal. But if he remembered correctly, there had been something else that was on her face. Ian focused really hard for a second and tried to remember the way her face contorted into a million different emotions. Finally, he pinpointed it. Longing, hope. He'd seen it in her eyes, even if it had been quick, it had definitely been there. It gave Ian a tiny glimmer of hope himself.

"I ruined it!" Lucy sobbed as she entered the apartment to a frightened looking Claire and Annie, "I ruined everything with him! I always ruin everything!" She slumped into the couch and started to cry more. Claire, who was on the other end of the couch, scooted closer to the crying girl and began to try to comfort her.

"Shh..I'm sure everything will be alright. What happened? You seemed so excited to be going out with Ian earlier," Claire asked, hopeful that it wouldn't send Lucy farther into hysteria. Lucy wiped a tear from her eye, trying to figure out how to explain her terrible mistake.

"He told me he loved me, guys," Lucy squeaked and her friends' faces looked shocked. But that wasn't the problem, "I...I wanted to tell him I loved him too but...I couldn't. I felt like I would mess everything up again if I did. That I might somehow hurt him again if I'd told him I loved him back. So I just ran out." Lucy could tell her friends were confused, but they remained quiet as apposed to pounding her with questions. For that she was grateful. But she could see the looks that got passed between Annie and Claire and was suddenly upset that they were pitying her. That wasn't what she wanted. Actually, at this point, Lucy didn't even know what she wanted. No, she did know what she wanted. Ian.

The next morning, Ian was awoken by a pounding that he thought was the alcohol coming back to bite him in the butt. But the longer it continued, Ian realized it wasn't his head at all but rather the front door. Tiredly, Ian left the warm safety of his bed and trudged to the door. As soon as he opened it, he had to do a double take and rub the sleep from his eyes to make sure this was real. He had to make sure it was really Lucy standing in his doorway.

"I figured you could use some coffee this morning," Her voice rang clear and chipper throughout his home as she handed Ian a steaming cup of Joe. "And I thought we should talk."

"Well I guess I should invite you in then," Ian felt a smile tugging at his lips and he cursed himself for it. Even when he tried to be mad at Lucy, it was impossible for him to be mad at Lucy. She smiled fondly back at him and she stepped inside his house, beginning to look about it. Ian took a drink from his coffee, grateful that Lucy had brought something to cure his hangover, "So do you like it?"

"It's really nice, Ian. Just the kind of house I would imagine you living in," Lucy chuckled a little, "And I can see you have a nice kitchen for all your cooking needs."

"Well an aspiring chef has to have a good kitchen, right?" Ian joked. There was a short silence as they both fished for words to say next. "Why did you leave? Not just last night, but all those years ago." Ian could tell Lucy was caught off guard at his abruptness but she quickly recovered.

"For years, all I heard from everyone was what a nice couple would be. The cast used to joke that you had a crush on me and I thought it was just that, a joke. But then you told me you loved me at the cast party and I realized how much I had hurt you. Every boyfriend I had, every guy I kissed, that just hurt you a little bit more. Knowing that killed me, Ian!" Ian saw tears begin to form in Lucy's eyes. "I didn't want to - I couldn't - hurt you anymore. I had to fly to Paris the next day and to make you wait even longer to be with me would've been cruel. So I set you free. Maybe it wasn't right, and maybe I knew that but I still did it. And it was one of the biggest mistakes of my life."

Ian took a second to take all the new information in before asking something else, "So what about last night? We had a chance to be together and you still turned me down again." Lucy bit her lip and closed her eyes before answering.

"I was scared. You laid it all out on the line and told me you loved me and frankly, it scared me. I've been so scared to be with someone ever since Pretty Little Liars ended that even you telling me that scared me. It wasn't that I didn't feel it though. Because I do. I do love you Ian. Honestly, if I had my way, we would spend as long as we need trying to make this work.

"So why don't we?" Ian moved forward and took Lucy's face in his hands. In a delicate motion, he pressed his lips against her's. Immediately, both of them felt at home. This was what they had waited forever for. Now forever was just the beginning.

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