This story is purely fictional


Ian let his head lay on the cold metal table of the interrogation room, letting out another sigh. He wondered if Emma had said fuck it, and forgot about him. He wouldn't blame her one bit, but if she did infact forget about him, he was slightly hurt. Emma was practically the only thing he had. His mother had assumed he was guilty, as his old co-star's, the only one who even half believed him was his father. Which is where Emma comes in. His dad hired her with the last bit of savings he had made from the publishing of his last book. Even though emma was as new as a freshly painted car, she sure seemed to somewhat care about him. Ian would forever thank his father for that.. But would he believe Ian was innocent in this? At this point, he had absolutely no clue.

Ian didn't move when he heard the door open back up again. He just sat there, silently. Waiting for Emma to tell him what her next move was. Ian sat there, waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

Finally, Ian let out a frustrated groan, and clenched his fists tightly. Ready to scream at Emma for watching him practically bawl his fucking eyes out, and not say one word, not even make a sound. What the fuck was wrong with her?

Lifting his head up, he was met by the last person he would ever expect to see again. Let alone even be able to touch, nor talk to.

"Lucy?" Ian asked, blinking a couple times to make sure the girl standing in front of him somehow wouldn't vanish.

Lucy looked into Ian's eyes, studying them. She knew he was nowhere near the man she had left. He didn't have a warmth about him, or a softness. He seemed cold, guarded, off putting. She had done that to him.

Lucy kneeled next to Ian's chair, and grabbed his face in her hands, turning him to face her. She let out a breath. "I am so, so, so, so, sorry Ian" She told him, hugging him tightly.

Ian didn't respond, he just sit there, stiff. He jerked himself harshly away from the smaller girl, and looked at her. Lucy could tell he was frustrated, and honestly, she wouldn't blame him.

Ian stood up from his chair. Lucy swore to God during the time she had been gone he grew another foot, or she shrunk. Gulping, Lucy stood up.

"I went to prison Lucy, prison" Ian began to tell her, "For your dissapearance, for your fucking murder. And all you can tell me is that you're sorry?!" He yelled at her, causing her to sit in the chair he had previously been occupying.

"There was so much more going on than what you know, Ian" Lucy informed him, nervousness clearly evident in the crack of her voice.

Ian snickered lightly, clenching his fists even tighter than they were before, if that was even possible. "And guess how much I fucking care?" Ian asked, sarcastically. Getting ready to kick the chair, the table, something.

Lucy rolled her eyes at him, "I'm guessing a shit load" She retorded, crossing her arms over her chest, and smirking.

Ian looked at her for a moment, absolutely dumbfounded. "You haven't changed a fucking bit" He accused, he felt like smacking the smirk right off of her face, but lord had to have her be born too pretty, and sometimes a little too sweet.

Lucy furrowed her eyebrows at him, her expression now completely changed. "I hate you" She admitted, clucking her tongue as she did. Her voice was filled with complete venom.

Ian laughed once again, rubbing his face. "You don't say? You know, all this time, and nothing has changed. I'm still somehow in love with a psycho like you" He admitted to her, looking down at the floor.

Lucy scoffed at him, uncrossing her arms. "Well, if I'm such a psycho, tell me why we haven't fucked on the table yet?" She jested, sticking her tongue out at him.

Ian ignored her, and the room quickly fell into a deathly silence, nearly so loud that it was threatening to literally hurt his ears. He finally sat at the chair across from her, and looked at her. He had never seen her look somehow so mature. She sat so differently, spoke so different. But she was somehow; the same.

"What have you been up to?" Ian finally asked, trying to break the ice. He bit his tongue. Maybe if he played nice guy he would finally find out what the fuck is going on.

Lucy shrugged, now it was her turn to look down at the floor. "I went to Tennessee" She replied, "I got a part time job. I was normal again, or at least I felt like it.. Life was, okay" She began to say, willing herself not to cry, by clearing her throat. "But I missed you" She admitted.

Fuck, she had him. RIght there in that moment. Lucy Hale had gotten Ian Harding shockingly back into her grasp, not that he was ever really out of it.

"Let's get out of here" She continued to tell him, that sentence made Ian snort. Where the fuck would they go? He had no money, no job. He went to prison for her apparent murder, and now she's back, and she wants him to leave with her? What?

"Yeah, Luce. Where the fuck would we go?" He asked sarcastically, shuffling his feet. He did that nearly every time he got nervous, or excited. The bad thing is, is Lucy somehow knew he might go for it.

She shrugged, and thought for a moment. "Germany." She finally suggested. Causing Ian to scoff.

"So, let me get this clear. They think I killed the guy I thought you were fucking when you somehow vanished, and now you're somehow alive, and he's somehow dead. And you want me to go to fucking Germany?" Ian rambled, running a hand through his hair. She had to be insane, absolutely fucking insane. That was the only explanation for all of this. Nothing made sense.

"I know you didn't kill him Ian" Lucy told him, grabbing onto his hand, the way that Emma done a million times. Her hands were cold, ice cold.

Ian scoffed once again for the umpteenth time, and nodded, pursing his lips. "And how are you so sure?" He asked her, "Everybody thinks I did. Everybody thought I killed you for fuck sakes." He continued. Lucy guessed he was trying to make her assume he had done it, but she knew for a fact he didn't.

"I know you didn't.. Because I did" She confessed, before Ian had the time to answer, let alone think. There was a load banging, a door flying, and the sound of a scream. Before everything went black.


Hopefully this makes up for the long time I wait to update. Once again, apologies for the short update. I am hoping this chapter doesn't absolutely suck, and if it does, please let me know. Ian and Lucy finally talked, and a lot was said, but nothing really explained. Do you think Lucy is telling the truth? I guess you'll just have to wait and find out.