When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Ten

{Jordan's pov}

I was now seated on a plane on my way to see the boy I've been dreaming of for years.

I decided to call him to pass the time. Taking out my headphones I dialled his number.

"Jordan?" His British accent flooding my ears.

"Hey, man!" I said back, "we have a lot of talking to do." There was a comfortable silence and the girl next to me gave me a confused look as I hummed elevator music whilst awaiting a reply.

"Well," Will mumbled, "what do you want to talk about?" He asked. I stopped humming and thought for a second.

"What's your story?" I asked, "Who is William? Who is the boy I'm madly in love with?" There was another pause.

"Insane." He chuckled.

I smiled even though he couldn't see me, "Well, I think that's quite obvious." He laughed and sighed.

"I miss you, Jor." He whispered.

Before I could respond an announcement went over the loud speaker saying we were about to land.

"Hey, Will. I'll call you right back. I'm landing." He mumbled an 'mhm'

"I love you." I said quickly.

"Love you too." He replied. I hung up, sighed and ran a hand through my hair. The girl next to me studied my face for a while before speaking.

"You alright?" She asked. I sighed again and nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit stressed." I replied.

"I'm Payton." She said with a smile. I stared at her and my arms began to itch and burn.

"Jordan." I said back. "What are you going to London for?" She asked.

I raised an eyebrow, "Visiting an old friend. He's, well, we're in a a dark place right now so I decided to fly out to see him."

She nodded like she understood, "Is that who you were talking to on the phone?" Damn this girl asks a lot of questions.

"Yes. His name is Will." I replied praying that she wouldn't ask about the 'I love yous' and waited for the plane to land.

"Are you two, like, together?"

Of course she asked. "Uh, not technically. If that makes sense. Hey, why don't you give me your number and I'll talk to you later?" I suggested. She nodded and read me off her number.

Suddenly, we hit the ground with a thud and I ran to get my luggage. "It was nice to meet you, Payton!" I called as I booked it out of the airport.

I caught a vague glimpse of her waving as I made my way to the streets.

I called Will again, "I'm on my way now." I said as I walked down the streets, hopefully I remembered the way.

"I'll be here." He said. Something was definitely wrong. I picked up speed as I almost ran down the streets to Will's place.

I reached the door and rang the bell. I waited for a moment before the door was opened. There stood Will, the dark circles under his eyes contrasting his pale skin. I noticed his cheek bones were so prominent that they looked as if they could rip through his skin.

"Will." I breathed, the corners of his mouth tugged up a bit.

"Hey, Jordan." He said and opened the door enough for me to get through. I stepped inside and took a look around.

He walked me up to his room and when we made it in I was taken back. His carpet had various blood stains, and his bed was just as unkept as mine although you could tell it hadn't bed slept in in a while.

"So, Will I need to tell you something. And it's kind of been on my mind for a while." I asked awkwardly. He kept his eyes glued to the floor.

"I, I'm, not. Um, I'm not okay." I said with a slight chuckle, "I'm actually borderline insane. The night you called me, I was about to kill myself. Your phone call saved me, Will. I want you to know that. You saved me." There was still no response, but I kept going.

"For months I've been writing draft tweets on Twitter that the night I killed myself I was going to send. Now I'm here in front of you and I still can't believe it."

I watched as a tear slid down Will's cheek and slipped off his face onto the carpet.

[a/n: I got this idea for the next little bit here from another story that it read a while back. I'm not trying to copy the author, I just want to use a scene from it.]

Will looked up at me but kept a straight face, "Twenty four." He whispered.

I didn't know what that meant at all. "What?" I asked.

"Twenty four." He repeated, "it's the smallest number with exactly eight divisors."

"It's the number of hours in a day." He shook his head, "it's the scientific number for chromium."

I still didn't understand but before I could asked what that meant, he kept going. "It's the number of teams that competed in the FIFA World Cup between 1982 and 1994. It will also be the number of teams this year, 2015."

"In the MLB, that jersey number has been retired by the Cincinnati Reds, Los Angeles Dodgers, Oakland Athletics, St. Louis Cardinals, San Fransisco Giants and the Seattle Mariners."

"It's the number of cycles in a Chinese solar year."

"It's the amount of carats needed to make 100% pure gold."

"And it's the number of frames per second at which a motion picture is usually projected."

"Will." I said, "what does that mean?" I asked.

Tears slid down his cheeks as he rolled up his left sleeve and revealed his wrist, "twenty," he rolled up the left, "four."

I stared in shock at the groups of twenty four cuts on both arms. There had to be over one hundred cuts per arm.

"Will," I said again, this time with tears prickling my eyes, "Will. My baby." I said as I let the tears flow. He dropped to his knees and sobbed.

"Will, I know how you feel." I said as I hiccuped. He stared at me with tear filled eyes.

"Do you? Do you really, Jordan?" He demanded. "YOU LEFT ME!" He screamed before collapsing to his side.

My arms were really itching now. I threw up my sleeves and projected my arms to him.

"YES! I DO KNOW! I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU WILL!" I sobbed and fell to my knees, joining him on the floor.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THAT DAY BUT I'M SORRY. I'M SO SO SORRY." I cried.

"Because like I said earlier, Will." I whispered and took his hand in mine.

"You saved my life."