The story no one knows how to tell right

18. Chapter - Walking alone...

*POV Laura*

Back at the hotel, I switched into something comfy, got into bed, and turned on the music. I played my current favorite song, "Higher" by Ruelle. Whenever I hear this song, I feel stronger and more confident. And after what I saw at the wedding today, my mood was at rock bottom... seeing her there made me angry at first, but the more I thought about her, the more I rebuilt the wall that I had dropped in all these messages for the past 3 months...

I checked my phone to see what time it was at home, it was already 4 pm in London, so 10 am in New York, so I tried to call Aurora and Sam at home, but neither of them answered... so listened I looped my favorite song for the next 2 hours and looked at the ceiling above me and thought why I texted her all those times until I fell asleep.

I woke up to a knock on my bedroom door. I got up drowsy, turned off the music that was still playing, and went to the door and opened it without looking through the peephole. There was a man I knew from somewhere but couldn't say where from. "What can I help you with?" – "Hello Laura, nice to see you again." When he started talking, I remembered him, he was at my apartment that night, when Demi came to see me after the concert. He was her bodyguard Max. "Oh hello! What are you doing here?" "I have a message for you. It's from her! She sends me to give it to you." He reached a letter to me and looked at me like I have to read it right now. I let Max into my room and closed the door behind him. I sat down at my table and opened her letter. Am I crazy or does this have the smell of her? Well, I think more of the first.

Hello, beauty ;)

Hope you're doing fine. I read that you are in London as well, so I thought, maybe your up to meet me tonight and spend the evening with me. It would be nice to see you again.

Love Demi

P.S.: Please tell Max, your answer so he can drive you to me.

Wow, does she mean that fucking seriously? Why the hell, doesn't she come to me? Why does she have to write such a letter and send her bodyguard? Again, typical for a celeb like her. She didn't even mention my messages, just that she read, that I was in London. After all, I would have expected something different from her. Reading this letter, all the anger in me came again and I don't want that. I take a deep breath and looked up to Max, who was already waiting for an answer. "You can tell her, that I can't and won't meet her right now." – "Oh, are you sure? I believe she would be really disappointed." – "Yeah, I'm pretty sure. Sorry that you came here for nothing. But I think that is the best for me right now." – "Okay, I will tell her your answer. Anyway, it was nice seeing you again. Bye, Laura!" – "You, too. Bye, have a nice evening!" He nodded and left.

I looked out of my window, where I had an incredible view over the tower bridge and the skyline of London. It was raining outside. I watched, as the raindrops ran down the window. It had something calming. I turned off the light and got into bed again. I play some crossword games on my phone and watched a few cooking videos on YouTube. I love cooking. I really miss my kitchen at home. Another 2 hours went by and I got a text from Dylan. He asked if everything was alright and if would like to go out and eat something. I answered: "Yes, everything is alright. Just not in the mood for going out for dinner. I will order something from the room services. Have a nice evening. See you tomorrow. "He just replied with, "Ok, until tomorrow!"

I grabbed the hotel phone and called the room service. I ordered pasta and a bottle of wine. A half hour my food already arrived. I was a little pissed, that it took them so long, but I gave the staff a tip. When he was gone, I immediately began to eat my fettuccine with lobster and took a sip of the with wine. It was so yummy but really expensive. But fuck it, the hotel costs will pay my boss. When I finished the pasta, I sat on the couch with my glass of wine and turned on my TV. I switched through the channels. I stopped at one of the BBC channels, where 'The fall' was on. I loved that crime show with Gillian Anderson. The more I drank and watched the tv show, the better my mood become again. It became so good again that I put on my shoes and my jacket and went outside for a little walk to get some fresh air and to clear my mind, from all the drama, that I had worked my way into. I just grab my keys, phone, and my umbrella. I walked over the tower bridge towards the tower and stood on the riverbank and watch all the lights on the skyscrapers. I put my phone out and took some pictures of the bridge and all the light. One was really good. The moment was perfect. The bridge opened up with all the lights in the background and the rain. It looked pretty cool. I opened Instagram and posted the photo, with the quote: "Sometimes it's better to walk alone..."

After standing for some more minutes watching the traffic on the bridge, I walked to a Starbucks to get a hot chocolate. When I got out of the store, the rain stopped, so I went again to the riverbank and sat down on a bench. I watched the people, who passed me, and watched the stars in the sky. That air after it rains was so good. Plus, that yummy hot chocolate. That evening alone was so refreshing. I think I need it more than I thought. The last weeks were nice, but also very stressful. As I thought about the last few days, someone sat next to me on the bench. What the hell...

"W... What are you doing here? Where do you know where I was?"

"Oh hello, to you too! Well, you didn't want to come to me, so I had come to you! I think your Instagram post betrayed you. I was already on my way to your hotel and when I saw the post I immediately came here, and I hoped that you are still here. Lucky me I was here in time!" She smiled at me. She was still in that wedding outfit only without the funny hat. That dress looked so good on her. "Max told me that you can't and don't want to see me. I thought you would be happy, to see me again, as you wrote in all your messages. Those were incredible by the way. I wish I had the chance to read those while I was in treatment and reply to you. The moment I was out of there, I was immediately brought to the airport to fly to the wedding. Nick and my Manager thought it would be good to be seen there, after being away for 3 months. And when I got my phone back I was reading all your texts. As I finished reading all of them, I would have called you, but on the airplane, it's not allowed to and after we landed, we have driven right away to the chapel... So, I thought, we could meet up tonight, when we're both here in London. But now to my question, why didn't you want to meet me tonight? Did something happen? Or have I done something wrong?"

I sat there with my mug and was totally overwhelmed. Okay, I wasn't expecting that at all. "No everything is alright. I just wanted to be alone. It may or may not be related to you. Not everything has to do with you. I just had a few stressful days!" I said in a bitchy tone, which was apparently a lie. It was all because of her... "Oh ok, then I think it was a mistake to come here... I should go then!", she said with disappointment in her voice. She stood up and began to walk away. Before I couldn't reach her anymore, I sprang up, grabbed her wrist, and she turned around. "Wait, Demi! I'm sorry ", saying that I pulled her in a hug. It was a long warm needed hug. "I'm happy to see you again. I really missed our friendship!...", I whispered into her ear.   

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Well, here is the 18. chapter of my story. Be patient with me. English is not my first language. And it's also my first fanfiction. So please read till the end and give that story a vote and leave a comment with any suggestions or ideas. :)

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