The Trash Bin of Cliches

This is a series of shorts about the life of established author, Willow Parker.

Whilst living in London with her best friend Kennedy, Willow gets writer's block. Something she deals with by getting, what was supposed to be a temp job, at The Agency: a company that is invested in a bunch of media industry fields. While helping out with a photo shoot Willow meets one of the world's most coveted bachelors, Sawyer Huntington, one of the boys from the internationally popular group Once Upon.

Thanks to one of her new model friends, Yvonne, Sawyer gets his hooks into her and she wakes up after a night of partying with someone else's boxers on. After that it's one thing after another, starting again when Once Upon books their new music video shoot with The Agency. When she is mistaken for an extra and Sawyer picks her to play the opposing role in his scene, sparks fly, now all Willow has to do is try not to catch fire.

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14. The Hardest Thing - A break-up: N//A

In the Future: They will get back together and I am going to be writing more stories!!! Some before this some After

 

“I just,” Willow almost hesitated, almost, “need you to leave, now.”  

“No,” Sawyer said, crossing his arms.  

“Pardon me?”  

“No,” Sawyer said blinking profusely, “I am not leaving.”  

“This is my apartment!” Willow yelled at him, but he didn’t move besides to blink a little faster.  

“Willow-”  

“No!” Willow yelled again, trying to push him towards the door and failing, “You are not doing this to me! Get out!”  

“No,” it was barely a whisper, it was a release of breath.  

“Get out Sawyer!” Willow pounded at his chest, pushing and punching, but still he stood there unmoving.  

“No.” He grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her.  

“Get off!” She shrieked scratching at him.  

“Willow-”  

“No! Let me go!” She screamed, shaking, “Let me go!”   

“Just listen to me.”  

“I am done!” She screamed, then his shirt was wet and he felt both their legs give out as his back hit the wall and they slowly slid to the floor. “I am done,” She whispered.  

He needed to say something, anything, to get her to let him stay. But there were no words; she had stopped struggling and was just sitting there in his arms shaking. He couldn’t blink away his tears anymore they flowed down his face freely. “I love you,” He breathed, “I love you.”  

She looked at him, her expression like ice in his veins. “It doesn’t change anything,” she whispered, “It doesn’t make it hurt less, it doesn’t magically make us work.”

  “Tell me, please,” he whispered, desperately pulling her towards him, her head gently bonking against his chest.   

“Doesn’t change anything,” she said quietly. He was silent, just holding her, not moving, against him. He could feel her breath on his shirt, but she was rigid against him. She didn’t fit anymore, she used to fit perfectly, why didn’t she fit now? He put his hands on her shoulders and lightly leaned her away so he could see her face. She was sitting on her knees in between his spread out legs, her green eyes hard.   

“What can I do?” For a second he thought he saw her soften, unfortunately, it didn’t last long.  

“Why can’t you just leave?” He was silent and she sighed, “Leave Sawyer.” 

  She started to get up and he caught her wrist, the look she gave him making his throat constrict as if he just swallowed bleach. “Why? Why don’t we fit anymore Will? Why don’t you want to make it better?” Her expression of recoil was enough to turn that bleach feeling into razor blades. “Answer me, and I’ll go.” He choked out.  

“You know the answer to that,” when he didn’t let go she continued, “It was a long shot in the first place-”  

“You’re better than that cliché answer Will.”  

“You don’t know that.”  

“I do. You’re bloody brilliant, so give me a bullshit line from your books, give me the truth. What ever sounds better, I honestly just want to hear your voice.”  

“Sawyer-”  

“Answer my questions Will, this may be the last time I get to hear you.”  

“That’s absurd.”  

“Is it? If we break-up what is there? Friendship? You really think we could be friends?”  

“We were before.”  

“That was a long time ago, eons even.” At her silence he continues, “I can’t remember a time I wasn’t in love with you anymore.”  

“Don’t.”   

“Don’t what? Say something to make you hesitate in whatever it is you’ve decided, without me I may add, about our relationship? You may be able to ask that of me, but I will not oblige. I will say whatever I have to, I want you to reconsider, and I think we both know how selfish I am. I want more than you to reconsider, I want you, all of you; and don’t pretend like I already lost you, you’re here, listening to me-”  

“That’s just because I haven’t answered you yet.”  

“Then answer me Will.” He let go of her and stood up.

  “How will this make anything better? You’re just stalling; what do you want? A list of all of our problems? You take every step in our relationship without my consent, I’m not talking about saying I love you on a TV show, or telling everyone I am your girlfriend on a radio interview, though maybe I should be. You announced, no, I’m sorry, asked that I would move in with you at a live interview at the premier of a documentary about you. Then when I changed my mind two days later, you refrained from talking to me for about 3 weeks. 3 weeks Sawyer! You were an immature little egomaniac prick, for 3 weeks. I was half expecting you to just announce you were single at your next ‘Behind the Scenes’ or Swedish game show.”  

“I-”  

“I am not finished! That was one problem Sawyer, one. One that I have brought up numerous times, and every time you act like it’s fixed, then low and behold six months later it happens again. Know what I did when you mentioned a problem to me? I considered it, I stopped acting like our relationship was a land mine I was about to step on. Also, you know, I’m not even sure we got through a single fight without you distracting me? You know why? Because I was so terrified at the possibility of losing you, I would just try to let it go. Let go another girl kissed you and you seemingly kissed her back. Yeah, it was nice you flew back to check on me but it doesn’t change it. Whenever one of the help at one of your gigs flirts with me a little you get territorial, yet I’m the bad guy for not being comfortable with not being notified my boyfriend was going to be kissed by another girl, publicity stunt or not. Sure, I trust you, that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.”  

“I want to try.”  

“You have been, it hasn’t been working, and I’m done. I want to fix us Sawyer, I want to fix us more than anything. I want to be able to let this go, but I can’t. It’s just not been our time.”  

“Will it ever be?”

  “What?”  

“Our time. Will it ever be our time?”  

“I don’t know.”  

“I see,” he swallowed. Then he grabbed his jacket off the rack and started to walk out the door. He turned, just a foot away from the door. “I’m going to regret this,” he said. He dropped his coat on the knob and crossed the roomed to her in less than a second. Crushing his mouth on to hers he wrapped his arms around her, feeling both a longing ache and the pleasant surprise of her arms wrapping around him. They fit, it may have been for the last time, but they fit. It felt like mili-seconds and forever, but he let her go, a while ago he would have said something sounding much less cheesy than that being the hardest thing he had ever done, but now, that really was the hardest thing he ever did. He turned and walked away, picking his jacket off the knob, and walking out the door.  

“I love you too,” he heard faintly before it swung shut behind him.  

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