Living Together

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11. Chapter 11

Acelia’s P.O.V

I’ve never felt more terrible in my life. I just walked out on the most amazing boy I know, the boy I love who had just admitted that he loved me back. My heart and gut told me to kiss him and tell him exactly how I was feeling but after earlier with Scooter, there’s no way I could’ve. I’ll never forget his words, “If you want his future in the music industry to be a success than you’re going to have to forget you ever had feelings for him.”

How am I ever going to face him again? I don’t think I’ll ever get the picture out of my head of his face when I completely shut him down and left him all alone in that restaurant that he reserved a table at just for me, because he knows how much it would’ve meant to be because he’s incredible and cares about me. God damnit Acelia Breathe, breathe.

 Before I knew it I was sobbing and the sobbing led to tears after tears streaming down my cheeks and slowly but surely I grew sadder and sadder, unsure of what to do next.

I heard the key in the lock of the front door.

“Shit, what do I do, oh my god.” I began to panic and worry, what the hell was I meant to do?! I was about to be faced with Justin and I didn’t know what how he was going to act or what was going to be said.

“Celia..hey.” I could tell I was the last person he wanted to see.

“Hey Justin, um, how are you?”

“I’ve been better haha.” He forced a fake laugh, trying to make me feel better I think.

“Look I’m sorry I just-“

“Don’t worry, don’t be sorry. I’m the sorry one, I shouldn’t have planned a night out with you expecting you to just act okay that news. I should’ve planned better and taken your thoughts and all the possibilities into consideration.”

I hated, HATED how nice and concerned he was acting right now. The last thing I need right now is to fall in love with him more and for him to treat me like even more of an angel.

“I’m sorry for what I did Celia, but I’m not sorry for what I said. It’s true and I need you t-“

“Stop Justin. Just stop okay? Was me walking out on you at Ambrosia’s not enough of a sign that I don’t want to talk to you and I don’t actually care?! Look I’m just going to go and pack my stuff and be gone right away. Besides, I never really wanted to move here with you anyway.”

I could see the tears forming in his eyes and I could see his lip trembling. I could tell he was about to burst into tears because of the way he was twiddling his thumbs and fidgeting. I couldn’t stand this any longer. I ran into the bedroom and threw whatever I could into my suitcase through tears and wiping my face clear so Justin wouldn’t have any suspicion that I was crying.

Once I’d gotten most of my belongings together and packed I made my way into the kitchen, dreading having to see Justin, again.

“Celia, where are you going?” How could he be so strong? I could tell he was holding back the tears as best as he could.

“Somewhere where you aren’t.  I need to get away. I might call you sometime, cya.” I’ve never been more upset and angry with myself in my life. How the fuck could I be so heartless to treat the one I love like this? Why did I ever have to make Justin make a YouTube account? Why did we have to meet Scooter? Fucking Scooter fucking Braun.

I didn’t even give Justin a chance to answer, I slammed the door behind me before he could even open his mouth. The minute the door shut behind me, I slid down it, cupping my face in my hands and burst into tears. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I loved Justin and I just broke his heart.

So many questions filled my mind. What was I going to do now? Where was I going to go? What the fuck had I just done? What the fuck had I just done? What the fuck had I just done? What the fuck had I just done?!!!!

Right now all I wanted to eat was Ben & Jerry’s. Back in Australia whenever I was down or not myself mum would go down to the store and buy me a tub of Ben & Jerry’s cookie’s and cream ice cream. I decided to go to the closest corner store and buy some and I’d take it from there.

I made my way down the stairs wiping the tears away from my face every step of the way trying my hardest to breathe in and out and stay as calm as I could.

‘Thank God.’ I thought to myself when I saw the nearest store was not even a block away.

I made my way into the store and headed right for the frozen section at the back.

“Acelia Jones?! I can’t believe my eyes, it’s really you!!”

‘Who the hell could possibly know me by name here in New York?’ I wondered as I turned around to see who the voice came from.

“Oh my God, Hannah!!! What’re the chances of seeing you here!?” Hannah was my best friend since birth, back in Australia. In year 8 she moved to New York because of a job opportunity her father was offered. I remember the day she left, it was the worst day for both of us, leaving our best friend and being thousands of kilometres apart. To see her now was exactly what I needed. She looked so different yet so much the same as the last time I’d seen her. She still had the same long locks of beautiful, shiny brown hair that always sat perfectly on her shoulders and her brown eyes that were always so smiley.

“I can’t believe it’s you Celia, I’ve missed you so, so much.” She hugged me tightly and for the first time tonight I felt like things might be okay in the end.

“You’re exactly the person I need tonight Hann. I don’t want to drop a bomb on you but could I possibly stay with you for a few nights? Just until I figure out what I’m going to do.”

“Of course, my love!!! Now spill the beans, I know my best friend and I can tell when she’s been crying.  What’s happened?”

Just when I’d stopped crying, I could feel the tears coming back. “It’s a long story, can we just get back to yours and I’ll explain everything there?”

“Definitely, whatever you need sweetie.”

When we got back to Hannah's she directed me to a spare room and helped me make up my bed and feel like I was at home. Hannah's always been the kind, caring girl whose always there for you when you need it the most.

Over a tub of Ben & Jerry's and a block of Hershey's chocolate mixed with tears and sobs, I told Hannah the whole story and had her full attention the whole time. When I was done she gave me an answer that made up my mind and was what I needed to hear.

"Celia, I've known both you and Justin for quite a while now and I've known you two as best friends for as long as I can remember. Even when we were younger, I was always certain that sooner or later you two would end up as a couple. And honey, from what you've told me, you love this guy more than life itself and you can't let anything stand in the way of that. You need to go and get him and tell him how you're feeling despite what the Scooter guy has told you to do or threatened you with. The first thing tomorrow morning, I'll drive you back to your apartment and you do what you need to do to get him back, okay?"

I was lost for words. Hannah had helped me more than I could've imagine anybody could have. "Thank you Hannah, so much." I wrapped my arms around her and held on as tightly as I could hoping that through a simple hug she would understand how appreciative I was of her and what she'd just said.

The whole night I sleepless, tossing and turning. All I could think about was what laid ahead the next day. I was making images up in my head of what was going to happen, over thinking as I always did with everything. The minute the sun rose I rushed into Hannah's room waking her up and begging her to get ready as soon as she could as I couldn't wait to get this over with and have Justin back in my arms, all to myself.

By 9:00am we had arrived back at Justin and I's apartment and Hannah gave me one last 'Good Luck' hug,

"You go get him girl, I know you can do it. I love you, okay? I'll be here waiting for you."

I nervously made my way up the stairs, clearly remembering my journey down them the day before and not knowing how Justin was going to react to this after how I had treated him.

*Knock knock knock*

This was it, the moment of truth. Was I going to make or break us? Who knows.

*Knock knock knock*

Why wasn't Justin answering? Surely he couldn't still be asleep, he never sleeps in late and even if he did he would've woken up to the sound of knocking.

"Justin? Hello, are you there?" I didn't want to wake the neighbours but I spoke loud enough for him to hear me on the other side of the door.

"Justin? I'm sorry about yesterday, please let me in. I need to speak to you."

I understand he was probably hurting but surely he'd at least let me in, considering this was also my apartment too?

If Justin was going to play this game then so be it, but I'm going to tell him how I feel whether he likes it or not.

I reached into my pocket for my keys, unlocking the door and openly it slowly calling Justin's name as I did so.

"Justin? Hello?"

It was so neat, everything was cleaned up and looked spotless. There wasn't a thing out of place and apart from that nothing unusual..

Scanning the room and taking a good look at everything while my hands shook of nervousness I spotted an envelope on the kitchen bench.

I walked over to it and saw on the front written in Justin's writing..


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