You're My Missing Melody - A Greyson Chance Love Story

Chapter 25: Don't Let Go

I highly suggest listening to Dave Days "Don't Let Go" while reading this. It'll fit the mood, I guess. The acoustic version fits it best. (:

Melody's POV

I admit, I'm surprised I haven't cried as much as I expected that I would. This breakup was actually hitting me hard. When I have a horrible day, I can't call Greyson and have him make my day brighter. I can't listen to him sing me beautiful melodies when I was having a rough time trying to sleep.
I missed him. So much.
Did that matter though? No. He's a celebrity, he can easily move on from this type of thing and just write a song about it. I'm just a eastern state girl who didn't have many people. Did his fans even know we weren't together anymore? They probably despise me now for hurting their idol.
To think, I was in a relationship with Greyson Chance. The 'Paparazzi Boy'. The one-shot wonder. Sometimes, I was confused how I ended up in that position as well. It was the grandest time of my life.
Why was I stupid enough to end it? I should have let him explain, I should have... I don't even know. I messed up the best thing that's happened in my life. Think before you speak. I need to work on that one.
Even though it's been close to four weeks since we ended it, I still thought about it everyday. Often I would zone off in class and that cocoa eyes boy would slide himself back into my mind. We were only together for three months, why was I making such a big deal out of it?
Because I fell in love with him.
Can you fall in love with someone in such a short amount of time? Yes.
My mind could hardly concentrate in English class. It was my favorite class too. But, I don't think anyone really noticed. I sat in the back of the class, and was hardly recognized anyways. I make it sound like I'm a shadow. I guess you could technically use that metaphor; I'm a walking shadow.
The teacher was rambling on about verbs or something. I wasn't exactly sure. She was interrupted by the intercom.
"Pardon this interruption, but we have a special surprise treat for the students. If teachers could lead their classes to the auditorium, thank you."
We never get anything exciting at this school...
This should be good.
Our teacher attempted to get us in a single-file line, but students were dashing through the doors, thrilled to get out of class.
The auditorium was filling up fast with the three different grade levels. Miraculously, I made it up about three rows from the top row and found a spot. All the teenagers were chattering excitedly, and I figured they hardly cared what the event was, they just wanted to get out of class.
The principal walked to the microphone that was placed in the center of the gym floor. I noticed the piano from the choir room was placed in the middle as well.
"Thank you all. I know this was kind of a short notice, but we didn't get much time to plan. We have a special guest here for you all today. Please welcome, Greyson Chance!"
Oh. My. God.
Greyson walked in from the side gym door, waving at the crowd. People were clapping and cheering. He wore his black skinny jeans and his white V-neck. What was he doing here? I felt my heart pound faster. Oh God.
Stix came out too with his acoustic guitar. (I think it's Stix that played with him in all of those Awesomeness TV episodes where he performed all the 'Truth Be Told' songs... Sorry if I'm wrong xD). Greyson smiled and sat on the the piano bench, adjusting the microphone a bit.
"Thank you guys." He said. I've missed the sound of his voice. "I'm here today to perform a song I wrote for a special girl...I hope you guys like it."
What was going on?
Greyson began to play, his fingers pressing the keys with his expert piano playing skills.

"Summer came to an end
We're saying good bye to friends,
We met this month,
We'll keep in touch,
I wish time would stop instead."

As the first word played from his lips, I already figured out how this would go.
I watched in confusion and awe as he played this beautiful song, Stix's acoustic eventually joining in.

"Don't let go,
Tell her something she won't let go.
She may never know.
So tell her,
I should tell her,
Before my heart explodes.
Don't let go,
I won't let you go."

I felt tears brimming my eyes, but blinked them away. Lyrics like poetry, music like angels singing. So much meaning was put into it. And Greyson looked like he meant every word of it.

"Please take me back to summer,
So I can let you know,
This year's been such a bummer,
Because I let you go."

Out of the corner of my eye, I felt some people's stares. I guess some of them knew Greyson and I were a thing. Were. Maybe Greyson wanted to change that...
The song ended, and Greyson turned to the crowd. Everyone was applauding and cheering again. My hands trembly slammed together, but not much noise was audible.
Greyson took the microphone from its stand and stood up, looking nervous. He wasn't the only one.
"Melody Rana?"
Eyes directly landed on me as my name escaped his lips. My breath caught in my throat. More eyes trailed over to my position as I slowly stood up. My legs felt a bit shaky, but I tried to roll it off.
With my eyes glued to the steps of the bleachers, I stepped down and made my way on the gym floor. My eyes looked up as I came close and closer to Greyson.
Greyson reached out and took my hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. "Melody, I'm so sorry for everything. I couldn't get you out of my head. I missed you. It's like... like nothing's the same without you. I love you."
A tear fell from my eye. The crowd was quiet, watching for any reaction from me. I wrapped my arms around Greyson, pulling him into a hug, which he pulled me tighter to him. "I love you too."
Some people cheered, which made me giggle silently a bit. Greyson pulled away, looking into my eyes. I've missed his chocolate eyes.
"Will you take me back?" He asked, some of his nervousness coming back. I smiled a little.
"Of course I will." I said, and Greyson smiled wider than I'd ever seen and I giggled. He embraced me in a hug as the crowd cheered. It sounds really cheesy but it's one of the sweetest things ever if you actually experience it.
Greyson pressed his lips to mine. I've missed the taste of his lips, the feeling of his lips on mine. Some of the older boys in the crowd whistled and cheered, and I giggled a bit into the kiss.
I got my Oklahoma boy back.