บททั้งหมดของ To London WIth Love: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

TESSA“I think you’re making a mistake.” My best friend Lilah states while nervously twisting her dark brown hair around her finger. I stare at her in disbelief. A mistake. Really? It’s been years. He’s had plenty of chances to make this relationship official. If he was serious about me, if he really cared, surely he would have done something about it by now. But that is the thing about Tyler. He's as carefree and laid back as they come. It’s one of his best qualities and his worst. He doesn’t take anything seriously, except his music and his band mates. I take that back. He takes his Groupies pretty seriously too. Sure looked like he was serious about that half naked blonde gyrating on his lap last night. My stomach lurches and my blue eyes roll reflexively just thinking about it.“Tessa, can you hear me? I think that somethings wrong with the connection.” I look back at the small screen to see Delilah poking around on her laptop trying to fix the call and realize it’s probably beca

Tessa My new flat is right in the heart of London next to the bar where we once went with Taylor to karaoke. I was lucky enough to pick up a job bartending there to pass the time until I figure out what I really want to do. It’s easier to keep my mind off of him if I stay busy. It’s been ten months. I haven’t heard from him since I left the tour. Not that I’d know if he tried to contact me. I decided a clean break would be best and I blocked his number. At least this way when he didn’t call I wouldn’t be disappointed.Heartbroken doesn’t even begin to cover it. I thought he was my soul mate. The one. I still miss him everyday. It’s like a piece of me is gone. I’ve had to relearn how to be alone with myself. I’ve kept in touch with Dels of course. I’ve even talked to the other guys, but they all know not to call me if he’s around or talk about him with me. He’s off limits. As far as I can tell he hasn’t given me a second thought.It’s finally Spring in London and the flowering trees a

TESSA It’s been a week since the incident. That’s what I’m now referring to his call as. Sneaky bastard. I still debate whether I should have talked to him instead of hanging up. At least then I wouldn’t be stuck here wondering why he was calling me in the first place. Does he miss me? Did he realize his mistake? Was he going to confess his undying love? Not likely, but a girl can dream. I’m walking through the park pondering my life choices when suddenly I find myself flying through the air and landing firmly on my butt. I’m looking up at fluffy clouds in a beautiful blue sky and praying no one saw me slip. “Holy shit, are you okay?” A deep voice asks before his face comes into my frame of vision. I blink several times hoping he will disappear and leave me to be embarrassed by my lonesome, but as usual my luck is nonexistent. He reaches down to help me up and I know my cheeks must be bright red. He frowns, concern showing in his eyes. “Are you alright? You really took a tumble t

TESSAThere is a game on tonight and the pub I work at is packed full of patrons when Drew takes a seat at the bar in front of me and flashes a smile that makes my insides flutter. “Hey Beautiful, long time no see.” He couldn't be any hotter if he tried. It's pretty clear that he’s not really trying. The man just oozes sex appeal. Considering my history, you’d think I’d run like hell in the opposite direction, but something about him keeps drawing me in. I'd say it's his eyes, the most enchanting midnight blue, but it could just as well be how his dark brown hair sits perfectly tousled. And let's not forget about how his sculpted muscles hide behind his fitted clothes begging you to take a closer look.I slide a beer to the guy sitting one stool away and slip a napkin in front of Drew. “Hey Drew. Do you want your usual?” I ask trying my best not to seem too excited to see him. Drew has been here every night that I’ve worked this week. If I didn’t know better I’d think he's keeping tra

TESSA He walked me home, for the third time this week. By all accounts the night was perfect. Perfect weather, a gentle breeze twirls through my hair and for once the stars are out twinkling across the London sky. Not a rain cloud in sight. The night is straight out of a fairy tale. The handsome prince is walking his princess home and they'll live happily ever after. Everything is perfect, so perfect in fact that if I look hard enough I bet I could find the constellation Peter Pan used to find his way to Neverland. It’s all too perfect. I find myself waiting for the bottom to fall out. Is this how it would be if I were with him? His hand finds mine and he locks his fingers between my own. Just like he did last night and the night before. So I should be happy right? My mind shouldn't be wandering around Neverland wondering about that lost boy that got away. The one whose clear blue eyes still haunt my dreams. The very one who I picture even now, almost a year later every single time