I Can't Heal The Way I Feel About You
How do you say goodbye when you've only said hello?
I woke up to the noisy laughter and talking of the other band members. I squinted when someone turned on the light.
“Oli...what the fuck-”
Oh shit oh shit. Lee was looking right at me. I heard Oli rushing into the room and watched as he ushered Lee into the kitchen area. I heard their muffled conversation.
“Dude, you can’t just bring random fangirls in here! How old is she even?”
“She’s 20. Calm down! It’s not like she’s underaged. Besides, she’s here because we bumped into each other at a show, and we were talking, and she fainted of dehydration, and I didn’t want to leave her alone to be in the medical tent all day. That would just suck.”
“Alright man, but don’t screw anything up. She’s probably here with people. They’re probably looking for her. You should sort that stuff out.” Lee sounded angry, but seemed to give up with Oli. I heard him walking back into the room I was in. Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the screen. One new text message:
CHARLOTTE WHERE ARE YOU? WE’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR AN HOUR. WE’RE BOTH REALLY WORRIED. PLEASE TEXT BACK.
It was from Katherine. Shit, I had forgotten to text her. I texted her back:
I found a friend. Sorry, I forgot to tell you. I’ll text you where and when to meet me in a little while.
I didn’t want to tell her who I was with. She’d freak out. She was the biggest fangirl I knew, and sometimes it got on my nerves.
I was so focused on my phone that I hadn’t noticed Oli sitting on the bed across from me. He was sitting quietly, glancing at me every so often.
“Are your friends worried?”
I jumped a mile high.
“Woah, sorry to startle you. How are you feeling?”
“A lot better now. Thanks for letting me nap here. I ought to get back out and find my friends.” I started to get up to leave, but he stopped me.
“Wait, could you maybe stay for a bit. When we talked for a bit earlier, yanno before you fainted, you just seemed a lot different than all my other fans. More down to earth.” He looked at my sweetly. I wanted to stay so badly, but I wasn’t sure that it would be a good idea. “Please...”
“Fine, but my friends are leaving around 8 I think. So I have to leave before then.” I smile spread across his face, one that I knew all too well from pictures on facebook and tumblr.
I had no idea what to say to him. What do you say to your hero? Instead, I just took him all in. His tattoos that covered almost all of his body. His eyes, which seemed absolutely majestic. His disheveled hair that always looked good no matter what. He looked down at the floor and then back up at me. He squinted, and his slight smile turned into a frown.
“What’s wrong?” He looked at me with the most genuine interest in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” And then I realized he was looking at my left wrist, the one with the only scar that was still visible. I remember exactly what it was from. I remember what all of them were from...
“Oli...what the fuck-”
Oh shit oh shit. Lee was looking right at me. I heard Oli rushing into the room and watched as he ushered Lee into the kitchen area. I heard their muffled conversation.
“Dude, you can’t just bring random fangirls in here! How old is she even?”
“She’s 20. Calm down! It’s not like she’s underaged. Besides, she’s here because we bumped into each other at a show, and we were talking, and she fainted of dehydration, and I didn’t want to leave her alone to be in the medical tent all day. That would just suck.”
“Alright man, but don’t screw anything up. She’s probably here with people. They’re probably looking for her. You should sort that stuff out.” Lee sounded angry, but seemed to give up with Oli. I heard him walking back into the room I was in. Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the screen. One new text message:
CHARLOTTE WHERE ARE YOU? WE’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR AN HOUR. WE’RE BOTH REALLY WORRIED. PLEASE TEXT BACK.
It was from Katherine. Shit, I had forgotten to text her. I texted her back:
I found a friend. Sorry, I forgot to tell you. I’ll text you where and when to meet me in a little while.
I didn’t want to tell her who I was with. She’d freak out. She was the biggest fangirl I knew, and sometimes it got on my nerves.
I was so focused on my phone that I hadn’t noticed Oli sitting on the bed across from me. He was sitting quietly, glancing at me every so often.
“Are your friends worried?”
I jumped a mile high.
“Woah, sorry to startle you. How are you feeling?”
“A lot better now. Thanks for letting me nap here. I ought to get back out and find my friends.” I started to get up to leave, but he stopped me.
“Wait, could you maybe stay for a bit. When we talked for a bit earlier, yanno before you fainted, you just seemed a lot different than all my other fans. More down to earth.” He looked at my sweetly. I wanted to stay so badly, but I wasn’t sure that it would be a good idea. “Please...”
“Fine, but my friends are leaving around 8 I think. So I have to leave before then.” I smile spread across his face, one that I knew all too well from pictures on facebook and tumblr.
I had no idea what to say to him. What do you say to your hero? Instead, I just took him all in. His tattoos that covered almost all of his body. His eyes, which seemed absolutely majestic. His disheveled hair that always looked good no matter what. He looked down at the floor and then back up at me. He squinted, and his slight smile turned into a frown.
“What’s wrong?” He looked at me with the most genuine interest in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” And then I realized he was looking at my left wrist, the one with the only scar that was still visible. I remember exactly what it was from. I remember what all of them were from...
Omg I just reread this and I remember why I loved this so freaking much
2/10/14