Chapter 5
Mother fucker. I turned around putting on the best fake smile I could. "Hi." I said looking anywhere but his eyes.
"So what are you doing here?"
"What the hell does it matter?"
"I was just wondering."
"Ok." I said then walked past him.
"Bye Nick." Harley said as she started to follow me.
"What do you think he was doing?" Harley asked while we were sitting in the cab.
"I don’t know."
"Maybe he was getting a friend or something."
"Yeah." I said quietly.
"What the hell crawled up your ass now?"
"Nothing." I replied staring out the window.
I could tell Harley was smirking at me. Fucking bitch I’d love to hit her really hard now. God I hated her. I hated her because she knew me all to well. And I hated her for caring to bring me out here. I just hated anything and everything now.
"Kylie?"
"What?" I snapped, not really meaning to snap but I did.
"Well, you know the only reason I drug you out here was for you face Nick and just tell him what’s up."
"Yeah I know." I replied quietly.
"You hate me don’t you?" She asked, could she read my mind?
"Yeah."
"That’s what I thought." She replied as we pulled up to the hotel.
Later that night I decided to go out by myself just walk around hopefully get hit by a car or something that could damage my emotions in any way. I just wanted to be numb I didn’t want to feel anything. I sat down on a bench debating if I should run out in front of a car. Then I laughed, that was by far the dumbest thing I’ve ever thought of. I started to stare off into space trying not to think of anything in particular really but my mind wasn’t agreeing with me at the time, I couldn’t help myself from thinking about Nick. The longer I thought of him the more my little daydream increased. God, this was pathetic. I felt like I was in high school again dreaming about a certain boy to ask me out or something. I just wished for once he wanted to be with me like I wanted to be with him.
I stared at the cars that were going by and the people walking down the sidewalk and I saw him. God I had good eyes. I laughed to myself as I started to follow him and his friends walking down the sidewalk. I saw him everywhere, it was a coincidence it was fate. Or at least I told myself that so I didn’t feel like that big of a stalker. I was on the opposite side so it didn’t look that bad.
I followed him for a good ten minutes then I got on the same side as him. We were getting closer to his hotel I was guessing and even farther away from mine. It was inevitable I was going to be lost.
He walked into the hotel and I followed him. The butterflies grew in my stomach as I got closer to the elevator. I got on the elevator after seeing what floor it stopped on. I started to play with the hem of my shirt while I rode the elevator to the third floor. It stopped and I got off just in time to see Nick walk in his door by himself. I sighed to myself and tried to breathe. I had no idea what I was doing. This was some crazy stalker shit I was getting into and I didn’t care.
I started to walk down to his room when I reached the door I just stood there staring at the door. Finally, using all the strength I had I knocked on the door and waited impatiently. I waited about a second and a half then started to walk, and then he opened the door.
"Kylie?"
I froze and closed my eyes as I stood in the hallway.
He walked over to me and said, "What are you doing here?"
"You know why I’m here."
"I do?" He asked confusion written all over his face.
"Nick, I try to think of someone else but I can’t seem to get myself to think of anything but you. Everything about you, your touch, and your kiss all engraved into my mind and it won’t seem to go away." I paused and tried to hold my tears but damn it, it seemed like I didn’t have control over them. "I just want to be with you. If only for tonight, I just want to be the one who’s in your arms. There isn’t anything else I want more than to feel the way I do about you. We both know why I’m here, so I’m not going to ask for more." I finished sighing.
He just stared at me.
"Please say something." I said searching his eyes for an answer.
"I can’t." He said.
"What?"
"Kylie I can’t. I can see I already made the mistake of going back to you. So I can’t."
"Why?" Turn on the faucets.
"Because you put feelings into it, it isn’t supposed to have feelings involved."
"I fucking know that but you’re the one that made me put feelings in it."
"How?"
"In one night you changed my whole life. You made me believe you cared and you made me believe I was special."
He started to laugh and said, "It was a line."
I tried my hardest not to start crying again but it didn’t work.
"I have to go." He said walking past me.
"I don’t believe that was a line." I said quietly as I turned around facing him.
"Believe or don’t believe it. You were just a good fuck."
My eyes grew wide and I could have sworn I stopped breathing. "You fucking asshole."
He smirked, a cocky little smirk, and said, "Bye Kylie." He started to close the door.
I just started to cry as he smirked at me. "I’m in love with you." I said quietly.
"I knew that, you’re not the only one." He said and closed the door.
I leaned up against the wall slowly sliding down sobbing uncontrollably. I wrapped my arms around my knees and just cried. I just let it all out.
I stayed that way for the longest time and when my leg started to cramp I decided I should leave. I knew he’d probably be leaving or something and I didn’t want him to know I was still there crying over him. I got up and slowly walked to the elevator.
By the time I got back to the hotel I probably looked like shit ran over twice but I didn’t care. I walked in our room and Harley looked at me with confusion all over her face. I flopped down on the bed and continued to sob. She followed me in there and laid next to me. She didn’t say anything she just rubbed my back as I cried.