Tyler POV“They’re gone,” informed Faith who could see where Autumn was since my back was on her. I was being a coward and did that on purpose because I knew if I saw the hurt in her eyes, I would abort the plan and run to her. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight if I saw her cry.I did feel a rather sharp twinge of regret and ten thousand folds of guilt, but I knew it was for the best. It was the only way because as much as I hated hurting her, I would never be able to live if something happened to her.“She will hate you, you know.” Faith put one hand on my shoulder as moral support. She knew how hard it was for me to do it, yet this was the only way. “Girls don’t forget things that hurt them. I’m liv
Frazier Ronan POVDespite having her stomach growled for the last twenty minutes, Autumn seemed to have indeed lost her appetite. All she had done thus far was push around the food on her plate which was accompanied by an occasional sigh every now and then. I had finished my meal ten minutes ago since I had never had any problem eating my food but from my limited experience, I had gathered that females, especially those who had recently suffered a broken heart, only had two possible courses of action.One, she would eat as if she had never eaten for a whole week, especially when chocolate or ice cream was on the menu, because maybe, just maybe, it would make her forget her broken heart. Two, she simply would not eat at all because how could she eat when everything tastes sucks? Having one’s heart being
Tyler POV Mario had taken us to a small bar only a few blocks away from his place. It was small but crowded, a perfect place to talk without having to worry about being listened to. He ordered three bottles of beer while Faith found us a table at the back of the bar, beside the pool table. Faith sat in the middle with me on her left and Mario on her right. I took a long drink and then set the bottle on the table. “How?” I finally asked the question I had been dying to ask on our way here. Mario wiped a few droplets of beer with the back of his hand. “Remember the guy you bumped into this afternoon?” When I did not immediately answer, he quickly added, “in front of your apartment.” I vaguely remembered the guy in a black hoodie and gave Mario a nod. “That is Nicolò. He has been watching
Autumn POV I awoke to the loud banging on the door. My eyes fluttered open and I was suddenly surrounded by darkness. It took me a while to realize that I had forgotten to turn on the lights before I had gone to sleep this afternoon. I carefully swung my legs over my bed and stood. The trip to the nearest lamp switch took longer than necessary since I accidentally bumped my toe with the cupboard on the way. Once I turned on the lights and was finally able to see my surroundings, I moved to the front door. “Who is it?” “It is me, you idiot!” I heard Jess yell from the other side of the door. “Open the damn door! I have been here for over an hour!” I quickly unlocked the door and swung it open. “What are you--huff!” Jess jumped on me the second she saw me, putting her arms around me as she suffocated me with her super tight hug. “Why did you not tell me you guys have broken up? I thought I am Miranda to your Carrie, Bonnie to yo
Autumn POVIt was weird. Yes, that would be the word I used to describe watching my best friend and a guy I had only known for a week sit on the couch and talked about Ireland. First, I did not know my best friend knew so much about Ireland and Irish people. Second, when I’d opened my door for him earlier, I would have never thought that he and Jess would click almost instantly.Sure, I had filled her in with what had happened between me and Frazier earlier but I had not expected her to like him, especially knowing that he had been the reason Ty and I had broken up.“--Yeah, Niall performed there too when he was a kid. I think it was a fundraiser for the local football team. I couldn’t remember the name, though,” spoke Jess like a true fan.I was feeling le
I could tell that I was falling, way before my ass hit the ground. The first thing that popped into my head was the Ben & Jerry’s in my hand. I had to do something to save the ice cream from dropping to the ground into a massive puddle so I held it up with both hands and prayed that I would have a soft landing.It seemed that I didn’t need any landing after all since one pair of arms had stupidly thrown away the picnic basket and snaked their way around my waist. I blinked a few times as I looked up to meet his steely gray eyes. “Are you alright?” he asked in his British-Irish-American accent. An accent that, I now realized, was probably only belonged to him.When we’d first met, I thought he sounded like a combination of Harry Styles and Chris Hemsworth, which was ridiculous since Chris was not British, Irish, nor American. It would have made more
I chewed and swallowed. “What do you mean?” I tried to take another tiny bite and refrained from eating like someone who hadn’t seen pizza in years.“When I visited William, I have told you this the other day. I have met you back when you were still in Carlton High.” He finished his pizza and downed his wine. “Remember that time when you saved Everly from drowning?”“Everly? Why did that name sound so familiar?” I spent one full minute searching this name in my brain database but found none. “Who is Everly?”He laughed. “She is Nathaniel’s little sister,” he provided the answer yet I still could not figure out the story. “Cunningham Falls? Remember anything?” I shook my head shyly as I blamed my brain for not immediately recalling what he was referrin
Tyler POVI stood by the window and looked out at Empire State Building beyond. The street was quite packed, filled with people roaming around Fifth Avenue and 23rd Street. Below, the sound of traffic drifted upward to the sixth floor, even with having the windows closed, I could still manage to hear the noise.My hand reached for the Heineken sitting on the floor beside me. I raised the beer to my lips and tipped my head back as I swallowed hard, past the sudden constriction in my throat. “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath. I’d promised myself that I would not cry, that I would not regret anything. Yet again, saying something and actually doing it were two different things.I raised the beer to my mouth and took a long drink, hoping that somehow alcohol would make me forget what I’d done. Or if it couldn’t, then hopefully I would be drunk e