* One Year Later - Hotel Laufet * STELLA'S P.O.V.
"No, but you don't understand- I need the plane to pick her up now, she's out of it," Darren said into the phone, glancing back at me as the operator put him on hold.
"I don't wanna go, Dare," I whined, tugging at his shirt sleeve.
"Well, you have to; and besides, Vero would kill me if I let you go out again like this," Darren rolled his eyes fondly, sitting beside me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "I love you, you know," Darren smiled lightly at me.
"I know, you big lug," I took his hand in mine, squeezing it gently. I nestled my head in the crook of his toned, warm neck, as he toyed around with my blonde locks. "I love you, too," I grined up at him.
And this time, I really meant it. I don't care for anybody but him anymore; I don't feel anything for Niall. The sparks are gone, thankfully, and I'm over him. I don't have that rush of electricity with him that I do with Darren, and I guess that's how it'll stay, so long as my feelings for Darren keep on progressing- which, in all honesty, they will. Darren's accepted me for who I am; even now, that I've rebelled against everybody, and have stopped doing movies.
Yeah, that happened.
About three months ago, when the movie was done, I was recruited by this agency, to be a cover artist for several rock bands. And as soon as I stepped foot on the stage, and lost myself in the music, I knew acting just wasn't it. So, I grew out my hair, dyed it an even lgihter blonde, stopped tanning so I'd get pale, went on a diet to lose my baby fat from my thighs and stomach, and began dressing in all black. I sort of resemble... Taylor Momsen, in a way.
So, I'm now a very big artist, cover-wise, and I'm constantly on the cover of the likes of Teen Vogue, Cosmopolitan, or something equally impressive.
But, none of it matters, especially now, as I'm looking up into Darren's big, beautiful hazel eyes and he's grinning as if he's won the lottery- and the feeling in my stomach is pure butterflies and bliss, as I lean up to kiss his lips softly. And as I break away, I know that he's the one, when he looks me dead in the eyes.
"I know," Darren smirked slightly, and I slapped his arm playfully.
The operator then came back onto the phone, and I could briefly make out their words.
Operator: Sir, we're sorry but we don't have a plane for it, you'll have to get a jet.
Darren: Sure, yeah- how much?
Operator: About three thousand.
Darren: Alright, I'll write a check, have it ready for when we get there.
Darren hangs up the phone, shoving it back into it's rightful slot in the machine next to the bedside.
"C'mon, we gotta drive to the airport," Darren huffs out, tugging me up with him and rushing out of the room, grabbing my purse and his wallet along the way.
We fumbled out of the hotel, giggling and laughing as we tried to hurry. We hoped onto the nearest bus to Los Angeles, and waited the ride out through pulling silly faces and cracking dumb jokes. We were both a bit out of it- just had been in a club, and I'm more drunk than I've ever been. Too many tequila shots, I guess.
My legs rested on Darren's lap, as my head was leaning against his shoulder. I laughed at some dumb joke he made, and his body shook with a chuckle, as the bus came to a halt. We tripped and stumbled out of the bus, and made a run for it. We ran and ran and ran for about thirty minutes, until we reached the airport.
We saw the jet, as it was waiting for us. As we hobbled up the way to the jet, heard a call of my name. I turned around, and the person I least expected was there.
Niall.
"What d'you want?" I snapped at him.
"Is it true? Are you going to Paris with him?" Niall asked, looking at me like I just kicked a puppy.
I rolled my eyes at him annoyance. "Yes, Niall, I am."
"Why?" He pressed on the subject.
"Because I'm in love with him," I looked him dead in the eyes.
"N-No, you can't," he practically whimpered.
"Why not? He loves me, I love him; we're together. Simple as that!" I shook my head at him.
"Because, I love you!" He yelled at me, tears spilling out of his eyes.
"Well, guess what- I don't! I forgot you! After over three years; I forgot you! I moved on- you should, too!" I screamed at him, no pity for his tears. "You have a kid! You have a wife, for Christ's sake! You need to get over me! I'm not the same girl, okay? I don't like the same things, I don't act the same- and you know what? I'm not going back! Because I love the way I am now! And I love Darren! Not you! So get over me! Please!"
Niall remained silent, looking at the ground. He glanced back up to me, looking me dead in the eyes, as he made out a barely audible whisper; "Is he really what you want?"
"Yes," I answered with total control and honesty.
"Then, I hope your happy, Stella," Niall smiled a bit brokenly, and walked closer to me.
He reached over to me, enveloping me in his arms. He was shaking, I could feel him. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him close, as he nuzzled his head into my neck. He let go after a while, and smiled at me. Looking behind me, he stared at Darren thoughtfully, before grinning.
"Take really good care of her, okay? She's a catch," Niall warned him.
"I will; I love her more than anything," Darren replied, coming up to wrap his arms around me from behind.
"Good," was the last thing Niall said, before he turned around, and he walked out of the jet lot. You could hear his small tears; the ever-present sniffle as he left. But I didn't run after him. Because I didn't want to. Because as much as it seemed cruel; we needed this closure. And as I mounted the plane with Darren, I knew I'd done something right.
Because all-in-all, our love was crazy, wild, dangerous; and us together was just one of the world's many beautiful mistakes.
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And, THAT'S A WRAP!
It's over.
Officially OVER.
It's been a wild journey writting this story- I never imagined it would be so popular!
I'd like to point out that the song on the side is what inspired the whole escense of this finale; "If You Can't Hang" by Sleeping With Sirens.
There will most likely be an Album for this, so I'll post that when it's done!
I really do you guys get the ending. Because it was all about first love. It's wild, and deep, and wrecked- it's so wicked in every sense of the term. It's dark and hollow, and all you want is more; until you don't and you stop longing for the feeling. The adrenaline rush that courses through your veins as you share secrets. Or how electricity shoots through your body when you touch. And slowly, the spark fades away as move find someone who's the one.
So, from the bottom of my heart; thank you all for reading this story.
Much love,
Karilys. x
{{P.S: If you wish to support my writting further, please check out my novel "Alice". It would mean the world to me if people would go and read it, leave some comments and votes on it- it's probably my favorite thing I've ever written.}}
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