Luke's PoV

Calum took that moment as his cue to leave, heading back to the guys to fill them in on what he'd seen. Part of me was shocked at what Ivy had done, yet the other part of me knew this was what she was like. She'd never use the same trick twice, everything was new and original and threw off the security and police presence. She knew they'd expect her to do the same couple of things - the usual of stalkers; sending things through the post and turning up unannounced - but she did more than that. She turned up at the school, my wife's workplace, she tried to get a job in both of those places, she found our studio, she sent things to every one of those locations, she'd put cameras into the parcels so they could track our house, she even put trackers into our cars. She thought of everything, and a reckless rock through the window was the newest of the fun things she wanted to try. If this was the start, and she'd already involved Lys, I needed to get real with her.

"I- I don't understand. I mean, we haven't known each other that long, I'm not supposed to know everything about you yet." Once again, Lys was turning my negative sentence around and making me think differently. She was so good at doing that and I really appreciated every time she did it. But this time, I knew it'd change everything. She should have known earlier but I couldn't stomach another Ivy. I was constantly torn between telling her and playing ignorant. What if she found out and became an Ivy? What if she obsessed and tried to wiggle her way further into our lives? I'd already exposed Kira to her and Cody. It would break Kira.

"It's complicated." I sighed, looking down at the floor for a second as I thought of the best way to say it. "Ivy stalked us for a reason. She picked me." My brain couldn't handle telling her the truth bluntly, so it came out as a cryptic guessing game. Her brows furrowed once again as she took a step back, causing my heart to ache. Clearly she was now weary of me and what I was about to disclose to her.

"O-okay?" She breathed out. I could tell this was hard on her, as hard as it could be on someone who I'd only known for weeks, yet it felt like it'd been decades.

"I'm..." I hesitated. How do I word this? How do I make it sound like something that doesn't make me sound big headed or stupid. "We, the four guys, we're in a band. Ivy was an obsessed fan who became unhinged." I said it quickly, without time to think or back out of saying it. She seemed to suck in a quick breath, take a step back and put her hand on her mouth, breathing out heavily like a sigh afterwards. It suddenly felt like I'd lost my best friend, the way her actions changed towards me in an instant. My chest tightened as I went to open my mouth to carry on but she got there first.

"A band?" She repeated with her questioning tone. She ran her hand over her face as she asked the next question. "God, I feel stupid for asking... a well known one?" I let a small smile grow on my lips, feeling happy to be treated like a normal person for the first time in a long time. It was a weird balance for me, sometimes I wished I was unknown but other times I was so happy to hear that someone knew us and liked our music.

"Pretty well known, yeah. We've got a few million fans." I tried to sound casual, not wanting to sound like I was big headed about our success. Her face seemed to drop, which in turn made my shoulders droop.

"I'm sorry, but this just came as a shock. I think I just need some time to process." She was apologising for her reaction rather than slating me for not telling her. She was saddened as opposed to mad. "I mean, in some ways, it makes so much more sense now." I stayed quiet and nodded. Whatever mood she was in now, I just needed her to stay with me and I'd do anything to keep her here. I didn't want to upset her more, to make her run away from not only me but from Kira. Right now she felt like my rock. "But why now?" My eyes met hers quickly. It was a fair question and I could only answer honestly.

"Calum's house is covered in band memorabilia, has a band room and recording equipment. To be honest, I didn't want to tell you because of Ivy. I needed to know I could trust you and rely on you wholeheartedly before I could risk that information getting out again. That's why the guys had been meeting you too, to check you were legitimate. I'm sorry." I put my head in my hands and let out a heavily depressed sigh before my fingers ran through my hair. I was waiting for her to scream and shout but she didn't; she just stood there.

"I understand. I mean, I think I do. I can't imagine what having Ivy in your lives would have done. I don't think I'd be able to trust for a while." She said quietly, filling my body with joy and hope. She wasn't half way out the door giving me the middle finger. She seemed willing to work through her emotions to help me.

"Believe me, Lys, there's no-one I wanted to tell more than you. You've been the first person I've really enjoyed having around since Olivia. You just seem to understand, even when it's something incomprehensible you'll listen and try to work out how you would have felt. You just want to help, to be there for not only me but my kid. You don't seem to care that I'm famous..." The end of the sentence faded off as I realised we were close to each other, our eyes locked as I spoke so emotionally and passionately for the first time in a long time. She was someone I not only wanted but needed in my life.