Cross My Heart FanFiction (Completed)

Cross My Heart FanFiction - Chapter Eighteen

Author's Note: Okay guys, here it is. The last chapter of Cross My Heart :,). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it- and thank you for giving it over 3,000 reads!! i appreciate every vote, comment, and like. Thank you to everyone! (And get ready for the sequel!!) xoxo, Aria.

Chapter Eighteen

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.”

-Bob Marley

“And we wanted to thank all of you for giving the ‘Kiss You’ music video over twenty-two million views!” Louis waved to the crowd and Niall high-fived Zayn.

“It’s been really incredible sharing our entire journey with you.” Liam said. “Thank you guys so much.”

“Goodnight!” Niall, Zayn, Louis, Liam and I chorused. The heavy red curtain swung forward, concealing us from the audience.

“Well done, boys. That was a craic show.” Niall said. I nodded. We all slowly made our way to the green rooms; I slowed down to a lingering walk.

“Harry… you okay? I know that being in New York kind of makes you feel…” Louis didn’t finish his sentence; he didn’t need to. For the past seven weeks, two days, three hours, thirty-nine minutes and fifty-four sorry, fifty-five seconds, I had been in a solid desolation about Andy and the last words we had exchanged.

“I’m fine.”

“Really? You don’t have to put up a brave face in front of me, I get it and I’m here for y-”

“I said I’m fine.” I turned sharply away from the path that Louis and I had been simultaneously walking along, travelling down a darker corridor. Why did she say that I’d hurt her? And then just walked away like her life was some type of Nickolas Sparks novel? Was it really that hard to just stay seated and tell me why she had accused me of inflicting pain on her?

            And what had she meant, it was ‘too late?’ The fact that she had never answered my calls, texts, emails or letters wasn’t my fault. She had no logical reason to be upset with me. I had done nothing except to try to tell her how I feel. And that’s what girls want, right? Someone to hold them and tell them that they look beautiful?

            If only she had known half of the things running through my head while we were ‘dating.’ If I had even explained one dream or notion, I know she would’ve been in the palm of my hand. I cared about her. Hell, let’s be honest. I loved her.

            I fell in love with the way she said my name. I fell in love with the tattoos that she dared show me. I fell in love with the spark in her eyes and the way she held my hand. I fell in love with the taste of her lipstick. I fell in love with her smile and her ridiculously loud laugh. And I missed it all. But just like I had promised to myself so many times before, I wouldn’t give up. I would rather wait a thousand years for her than regret not trying. I jumped suddenly at the unexpected ‘ding’ from my phone.

Tatummm: Babee come home already!! I miss you… don’t you miss me too?? ;)) (bring me a present back xx)

            And then there was that issue: Tatum. She had no idea that I had seen Andy- she had instead assumed that my melancholia was due to the fact I was leaving her for the tour in a few weeks. How wrong she was. But at the same time, she was fun to be around. She didn’t nag, she didn’t complain, she was super nice and always there for me. Tatum never had pressured me into the whole ‘so what are we?’ conversation- she knew it was casual and I didn’t want anything. She had quite the reputation, but I didn’t really care and neither did she. She did care about me though, an awful lot.