Hard To Get (A Janoskian FanFiction)

Next Stop, London

   A:N\ YOOO. So that last chapter I got a lot of really sad and generous comments. They were beautiful. I freaking love you guys so much. You don't even know. Don't hate me for that break-up. This story is getting super good. I have I think 7 more chapters after this one. Or less. Depending on how long it takes for me to finish and get what I need added. And yes, I have decided. There IS going to be a sequel to Hard To Get. Unknown name so far, but I'll let you know so you can find it alright. :)

  Enjoy the chapter and tell me what you think! This one is less depressing. ;p -taya.

I wake up with a massive headache and a tear-stained face. It's 4:30am, also, which doesn't help matters at all. The sun hasn't even rose! I realize I'm staring out the window, which was Beau's grand exit last night, so I just go into the bathroom to get ready. Once I'm in the shower, I stand for a while, thinking about everything and then realize I am on a time limit, so I quickly finish, get dressed and blow-dry my hair. I'm wearing light blue jean shorts, a black v-neck t-shirt and ankle boots while my hair is just down. It's only 5:15 and I wander out to the kitchen, more depressed than ever. It feels like my heart's been ripped out and stepped on. Beau was my first boyfriend, and after that I never want a relationship again. I can feel my eyes start to water and open the fridge. My eyes wander to the bottom drawer where Dame keeps alcohol. I don't usually drink, but I heard from a bunch of kids in my high school that it relieves pain. Without thinking, I grab a bottle of wine, I think. There's a cork, so I reach up on top of the fridge were the corkscrew is kept and pop off the top, checking the time one last time. I have about a half hour until Dame wakes. Taking a deep breath, I squeeze my eyes shut and tip the bottle back. "Lila!"

  I jump, spilling some of the wine on the floor but the majority on my legs. Guiltily, I turn my head to Dame. "I'm sorry." I say, pressing the cork back in and tossing the bottle in the fridge. I turn and put my head down on the island, the taste of the wine lingering on my tongue. "At least I'm not trying to kill myself. It's not that bad." I say, looking at Dame who has a look of shock on his face.

  "I know living with me gives you freedom, but that doesn't mean you can drink!" He says, walking to the fridge and leaning down, taking all the alcohol out and putting it in the trash bin. I just stare at him through the blur covering my eyes from tears.

  "You didn't have to do that." I say, swallowing.

  "I can make my own choices." He says, wiping his hands on his pajama bottoms.

  "Yeah, so can I. I can drink a bitta wine if I want to, right? It's not going to kill me." I say, leaving the room and sitting on the couch.

  "No, you can't. Not as long as you live with me." He says, still in the kitchen. I reach up and wipe my eyes.

  "So you're not going to come bust me in London?" I ask sarcastically. "I'm 19 years old for heaven's sake." I mumble.

  "And I'm 25, so I over-rule you." He says. I look at the clock again, time seems to be going at snail-like speeds. It's only 5:20. I stand up and go to the door, opening it. "Hey, where are you going?"

  I don't know. "Um, I need to tie up some loose ends before London." I say, closing the door. I honestly have no idea where I'm going. I get in my car and just start driving, thinking about nothing but Beau. I go over every word he said last night, but a sentence sticks out.

  Maybe there's some things I never showed you!

  And he said lots of things. I think that's what hurt the most, knowing that we both lied and not knowing what he lied about. I want things to be alright between us, but at the same time, I don't ever want to see him again. Before I can think further, I pull over onto the side of the road and lean my head on the steering whewl. I take my phone out of my jacket and check twitter out of a habit.