The Unexpected Happens Sometimes

Katie - "Now, to start off, this isn’t one of those stories where the girl has a best friend and she has a massive crush on him and then one day he does something to show her that he has a crush on her and then they date, he leaves to go on tour with his bandmates, and a few things happen. He cheats, she’s pregnant, he doesn’t love her because she’s pregnant and 4 years later, he sees her and the chid and they become a happy family. No, that’s been done. Too many times. And I must admit, some of the people who write them really know how to write. They’re amazing. But this story is not about that, it’s also not about how a girl gets adopted by some famous people and falls in love with one them. This isn’t that either. This story is about something that hopefully hasn’t been done. And I’ll say it right now, like most fanfics, there’s sex. What’s a fanfic without sex? Right?" Want to know more? Read on...

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11. -Chapter Four-

-Chapter Four-

 

“It's just another night, and I'm staring at the moon, I saw a shooting star, and thought of you, I sang a lullaby, by the waterside and knew, If you were here, I'd sing to you, you're on the other side, as the skyline splits in two, I'm miles away from seeing you, I can see the stars, from America, I wonder, do you see them, too?

So open your eyes and see, the way our horizons meet, and all of the lights will lead, into the night with me, and I know these scars will bleed, but both of our hearts believe, all of these stars will guide us home

I can hear your heart, on the radio beat, they're playing 'Chasing Cars', and I thought of us, back to the time, you were lying next to me, I looked across and fell in love, so I took your hand, back through lamp lit streets I knew, everything led back to you, so can you see the stars? Over Amsterdam, you're the song my heart is, beating to

So open your eyes and see, the way our horizons meet, and all of the lights will lead, into the night with me, and I know these scars will bleed, but both of our hearts believe, all of these stars will guide us home

And, oh, I know, and oh, I know, oh, I can see the stars, from America.”

I sang the lyrics to All Of The Stars by Ed Sheeran while making breakfast. That song touched my heart every time I heard it. Especially because someone who I once thought I loved, moved to America. We stayed in touch. We called each other every day, for the first month. And then less, until finally, we had gone a month without talking. I knew he had moved on. He knew I hadn’t. That was the worst part of my life. A lot of bad things happened when he was around. He helped. He was my bandaid. But all bandaids fall off. And it did. It drove me to do things. Things I’m ashamed of. “and I know these scars will bleed”… I self harmed. A lot. I got home every day and locked myself in the bathroom for hours, crying and cutting. Suddenly, I felt something wet touch my arm. I realised that I was crying. I still missed him. I still missed Paul. I still loved Paul. Michael’s a distraction and always has been. I looked down at my other arm and saw the permanent markings. ‘These were caused by Paul. Why do I still love someone who caused me so much pain.’ I told myself. I turned off the stove, grabbed a jacket, my purse, phone and house keys and left. I walked for about 20 minutes until I got into the town and walked into the tattoo parlour. I’m fixing this once and for all. I thought about what I should get to cover it but I couldn’t think of anything. “How can I help you sweetie?” The man behind the counter asked. He looked about 20-22 years old. I walked over and said, “Yeah, um, this is a bit of an emotional thing. I want to get some scars covered.” I choked out the last part, trying my hardest to hold back the tears. “Yeah sure, come out the back.” He half smiled, also looking concerned. I sat on the chair he pointed to for me to sit on and he went into another room quickly and came back out with a book. “Alright, let’s see.” He said to me. I took off my jacket and showed him my right arm. “Oh, wow, alright. This is going to take plenty of time and effort.” He said. “Alright.” I whispered. We looked through the book and there was one that caught my eye and I knew that it was going be the one on my arm. “That one.” I pointed to the tiger stripes one. “Alright. Can I ask why though?” he questioned. “Well, tigers are strong, and I want to show that I can be too, emotionally. And also I go for Richmond Tigers in the football.” [Remember, it’s Australian so football isn’t soccer or rugby. It’s AFL. I’m not explaining it if you don’t understand, haha sorry] “Ahaha, nice. Richmond aren’t too bad.” He said. He started with the stencil and I tuned out so that what could have been hours of pain felt like minutes of… Not pain. Once he was finished, I looked at my arm and I must say, I was impressed. It looked amazing. “Wow, thank you so much” I smiled. “Haha, you’re welcome. It was fun. Do you want to get another one? Today is buy one get one free. We do it every Saturday.” He said. “Yeah, actually I do have something I’ve thought about getting as a tattoo for a while.” I grabbed my phone out and showed him a photo of something I drew for the boys as a logo. It was a tally but it looked like it was bubble writing. “That’s pretty cool. Alright, where do you want it and how big?” He said, studying my phone. Uh, just on my left wrist and just about this big, I told him, hold up my hands in a small circle. He put a stencil on my wrist and got drawing. By the end, I was really excited about showing Ash my tattoos. I looked at the tally and smiled ear to ear. “Thank you so much.” I said, really enthusiastic. “No problems love.” He met my enthusiasticness (I know it’s not a word, shh). We walked out the front after he gave me some cream to put on them, and I paid and left. I walked back home to find that the door was locked and my keys weren’t in my pockets. Shit, I must have dropped them. I sat on the porch for about 2 hours until Ash finally got home. We walked in and sat on the couch. I decided to show him my new tattoos to see his reaction. “Hey Ash, check these out.” I said rolling up my sleeves. He looked at my arms and…

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