Forbidden Love (Tristan Evans Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter 24

A/N: PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE BOTTOM.

James POV

I left Mia's house in a daze, my mind trying to make sense of what I'd just seen in the kitchen and also trying to figure out what to do about Grace.

Grace.

I'd missed her so much and seeing her everyday and knowing she hated me was genuinely destroying me, making me completely lose hope that we could ever try us again.

Whatever 'us' even meant anymore.

I sighed heavily and leaned against Mia's front door, glancing to the side slightly when I felt movement by the corner of my eye.

I almost choked when I saw Grace heading towards me.

What happened to 'never speak to me again James' not even two hours ago?

I gulped audibly when she stopped in front of me, wringing her hands together in front of her, something she always did when she was nervous.

Her habits seriously hadn't changed.

"Look...I don't know what I'm supposed to do okay.." she finally looked up at me, "But I feel like...like I should maybe stop being so.." she stopped and thought carefully, "irrational?"

Her eyes still held immense sadness and I wanted to wrap my arms around her.

"Grace, I only want what's best for you, and if that means us...never even...talking then-" She cut my stuttering rambling off with a swift shake of her head and gestured for me to follow her back to her house.

"I don't want that." She said simply and I followed her retreating figure, a small smile playing on my lips.

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We ended up back in her bedroom.

She was sitting on her windowsill, fitting in perfectly since she'd gotten so small.

When did that even happen?

Not that she'd been overweight or anything the years we were best friends, but the change was significant.

I was sitting quietly on the edge of her bed as she nervously ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair.

"How come you cut your hair?" I asked softly, remembering how the jet black colour used to almost reach her waist and how I often used to run my hands through it just to annoy her.

She stopped her nervous tugging and placed the hand in her lap, looking down.

"I just...wanted a change I guess." She patted her head again, maybe slightly self consciously.

"I like it a lot, but you used to love your hair." She shrugged slightly and looked out the window as I stared at her, confused by her act.

I looked around her room as silence enveloped it, not necessarily awkward but extremely tense.

I glanced back at her when she finally spoke up.

"Why did you leave me?" She still wasn't looking in my direction and I rubbed a hand down the back of my neck, groaning at her question.

"Gracie you know I had to-" I stopped talking when her head whipped round in anger, her eyes shining with tears.

"Don't call me that James." I was taken aback by her words, confused slightly till I realised I'd used her old nickname, not her birth name.

"You know how much I needed you James," her voice was so quiet that I almost couldn't even hear her, "You were everything to me...James you were my best friend."