Morgan's POV
"Yeah that's all." I said to my mom after I had packed my things.
"Are you sure?" My mom asked.
I nodded. "Yes, but I will still double check before I go to sleep," I fell back in my bed.
My mom nodded back and quietly left my room—which I was honestly grateful for because I'm so tired and my flight to Chicago is tomorrow so I have to rest as much as I can. I spent most of the day with Jason since we are going our separate ways again and we don't know when may be able fo see each other again, but he said he's not going let me 'ghost' him again— which is something I never did, the different time zones between America and Europe are hard enough without adding being busy with work.
He's going to stay a week more to be with his parents and I think is sweet that he does that.
I then heard a knock followed by my door opening but I didn't bother to look at it knowing well it's my mom again to check I have everything or put something inside my bag.
"So you are really going to leave without discussing what's going to happen with us?" The sound of Hayley's voice made me sit up on the bed.
"Hayley? What—"
"What am I doing here? Were you really going to ask that?"
I stood up and closed my bedroom door—not wanting my parents to overhear anything. "Let's just calm down so we can talk."
"No, no, you don't go around telling me to calm down so we can finally talk. We were supposed to do that during the weekend and yet you avoided me everything I told we needed to talk!" Hayley was fuming and I can't say it wasn't rightly so.
"I was spending time with my family!"
An excuse, and a very lame one at that.
"I know and I get it, Morgan, but us is important as well... isn't it?" The clear insecurity in Hayley's eyes and voice made my heart sting.
"We are! You are so important to me Hayley, is just... I didn't know how to approach it or what we were going to do... so I ignored it."
"Well Morgan that's why we talk and figure things out! We are adults for god's sake, not teenagers that don't know how to communicate in a relationship." Hayley looked almost defeated but she was hiding it well. "Morgan you were going without even talking to me— your girlfriend about how I felt about it or what was going to happen to us, do you realize that?" Her voice was quieter and no longer held the harshness it did moments ago.
I fucked up, I know I did. It was the last thing I wanted to happen and it did.
"Hayl—"
"We were doing perfectly and then that woman comes and you have to leave and then ignore me, do you know how that made me feel?" Unshed tears were now glistening on her eyes.
"I know how fucked up it was and I'm so sorry, believe me, I am. I was immature, I still am and I need to change that — I need to step up if I want to be with you, and I promise you that I will." I walked closer to her and hesitantly grabbed her hands. "I know is late but it's not too late... so let's sit and talk things through because I don't want to lose you, Hayley."
And meant everything I said. My own immaturity has cost me a lot of good things in my life, but I can't let it cost me Hayley as well. Not her.
"You just keep saying that." Hayley shook her head.
"Because it's the truth. I'm sorry that I haven't properly shown it to you but I will from now on, I promise." I pulled lightly on her hand so she would sit besides me on the bed. Reluctantly she did but still didn't look at me.
