The Bucket List (Being edited)

Chapter 4

Jessica's POV

I ran. I ran and I ran and I ran until I couldn't run anymore, then I got up, and ran again. 

I had to get away from him, away from everything, and now I pay the consequences. I am exhausted, thirsty and my feet are filthy from having to take off my shoes to run. Not to mention, I'm broke.

I am broke in two ways. One, I am broken. I am hurt, I am in pain --emotionally and physically--, I am broken. Two, I am broke. I left my purse in the airport along with everything and everyone else. I have no money, I am broke.

I walk and walk, slowing down the farther I got from the airport. I finally got to a place I could rest. A park. I opened the gated and made my way over to a bench. I can't take it anymore, my phone is buzzing with calls and texts from Lilly and Julia and one unknown number.

Annoyed, I threw my phone as far away from me as I could, then I broke down. I don't know what I'm annoyed at. My friends? No. Harry? Absolutely. Myself? Yes, for handling this situation in a such an immature way.

I sit on the the park bench and start to cry even harder. My body racking with sobs. I am shaking as I burry my face in my knees. Do you know those god-awful sounds you make when you cry? Ya, I am making those sounds.

Suddenly I think of everything from the first moment I met Harry, to the promise he made to me before he left. The promise! Thinking of that sends me into another round of hysteric cries. How could he forget? He promised me. He promised me.

I don't know how long it's been since I've been sitting on this cold wooden bench before someone comes over and clears their throat. I don't look up, ashamed for anyone to see me like this.

"What do you want?" I asked the stranger.

"Um... I was just coming over to see if you are okay. Oh, and I wanted to give you this phone back. It is yours, right?" I look up at the sound of a deep male voice.

The person in front of me looks to be about twenty and his short brown hair and dark brown eyes make him that much harder to ignore. This stranger in front of me is hot!

"Thanks, but does it look like I am? Now if you would please just leave me alone, that would be great." I say, clearly wanting to be left alone.

"No, you look awful, that's why I was coming over."

"I don't even know your name." I said gruffly.

"My name is Josh. And you are?"

"Jessica. Jessica Anderson." I said, a bit less rudely.

"Well then, it is a pleasure to meet you, Jessica Anderson. Can I call you Jess?"

"Sure. Can I call you Josh?" I say and he let's out a small laugh.

"Sure you can. That is my name after all!" I laughed. I actually laughed. It wasn't a long one, but it was enough to cheer me up for a moment or two. 

"Well then Josh, what are you doing here?" I asked.

I was taking a walk to the store around the corner when I saw you throw something. I just continued on my walk but when I started coming back, I saw you were still here crying so I decided to come see if you were all right. Clearly you aren't. So what's wrong? Why are you here?" He asked me.

"Its a long story. I don't want to bore you." I said.

"Oh come on, it will be fine. Besides, I can't just leave you here by yourself."

"Why not? Everyone else seems to." I say, then cover my mouth trying to take the last part back. Josh notices but pretends not to. For that I am thankful.