•A Taste Of You•

✨ misconceptions ✨

NATALIE'S POV

After a whole damn year, I'm back at New York, bitches. It felt so good to be back.

I walked into a store to buy a bottle of coffee, since I always buy one after any flight. It's just a habit.

I picked up my coffee from the shelves and decided to buy a magazine too. The airport was quite some distance from my house so I had to have some way to keep myself engaged incase my phone battery dies.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw that one of the magazines had Jacob's face as the cover page.

Yes, guys, I was still hopelessly in love with him.

I thought spending a year away from him or anything related to him might make me fall out of love with him. I even dated a couple of people to forget him but that didn't work. Every time I went out on a date, I would imagine Jacob would sit that person's place. In simple plain words, my plan did not work my out.

~Time Skip~

I was so happy to be back home.

I rang the bell and waited for Ethan to open the door. He didn't know I was coming so I was giving him a surprise. I couldn't wait to see his reaction.

Ethan opened the door and for a split second looked lost. Like he couldn't believe I was here in life and flesh.

"Nat?"

I just smiled in return while he engulfed me into a bear hug.

"Ethan-st-stop. Su-suff-suffocating me" I managed to say.

He pulled away and grinned apologetically. "It's just so good to see you."

Ethan made way for me and I stepped inside my house, dragging my suitcase with me. The house had changed quite a bit. There were new decorations (which must've been put by June since my lazy ass brother wouldn't even bother) and the house looked aesthetic. I loved it.

"Where is June?" I enquired.

"She went off to work."

"And you...?"

"I decided to take a day off. Now a days I don't go to the restaurant, our sales have gone up so I have been able to afford more staff.

I nodded.

"Shit!" Ethan said. I frowned at him. What? "You are in New York."

I rolled my eyes and saw him take out his phone and quickly type something.

I narrowed my eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing... ordering pizza?"

"You actually expect me to believe that. Ethan, you own an Italian restaurant and I know you and cheap ass wouldn't waste money on outside pizza."

"Umm...that's not the biggest concern right now? Is it? Go to your room. You must've have missed it." He said, practically shoving me up the stairs.

Something was fishy but I decided to ignore it.

I opened my door and the first thing I see is that my room looks exactly how I left it except for one tiny change. On top of my bed were a stack of letters.

Letters? Why would I get letters? I don't remember applying for any thing.

I walked towards my bed and picked up the stack of letters. I froze.

They were from Jacob.

But why would he send me letters? He probably thought it was fun to mess with me even more.

Nonetheless I picked up the first letter. The date said <random date> which was three days after I left (I did the calculations in my mind)

I finished reading the letter and was shell shocked. He still loved me? Everything that happened was a misconception? He was in good terms with Ethan?

I immediately wanted to get up and ask Ethan about how they became friends but at the same time I wanted to read the other letters.

I was halfway through the letters when I heard Ethan scream, "Nat I'm going out"

I was too busy reading the letters to even notice. The more letters I finished reading, the more guilty I began to feel.

I was so stupid. Why didn't I give him one chance to explain? Why did I jump to conclusions so soon? If truly loved him and trusted him then why didn't I give him a chance?

I just finished my last letter when the door bell rang. It must be June. I thought.

I ran downstairs and opened the door without looking at the peep hole.

Turns out that it wasn't June, it was Jacob.

He looked up and blinked. Twice. Like he couldn't believe I was there.

We stood there for what felt like years when I finally ran to him and kissed him. I kissed with all the love I lost for the past one year. I kissed him because I loved him. I kissed him because I never ever wanted to be away from him.

He kissed me back with the same amount of passion. And though none of said anything we understood each other perfectly. We knew what we missed in that year was each other.

I pulled away from the kiss, panting.

The first thing Jacob said was, "Fuck you"

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[EDITED]

Hello y'all the update is out. Next one will be the last chapter in this story from someone's POV(there will be bonus chapters thou which will be in third person)

*Cries tears of joy* i cant believe it. I'm almost done. Wow.

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Love,

Lena