From Buitron to Styles

Chapter 56

(Kenzie's P.O.V.)

There he stood, directly in front of me, wide smile and bright eyes. I was frozen, unable to get my limbs to move an inch. My mouth was agape, as he made small steps toward me, until he was inches from my face. My breathing became rapid, and my heart beat slowed down, as if something compressed it. His shaking head reached out from his side and placed it on my cheek. I shivered at the thought of him touching me again. I thrived for it. He caressed my skin with his fingers, making me weak at knees.

"I miss you." He said, pushing my hair out of my face, but the wind seemed to object. I couldn't seem to use my vocal cords, my voice was no where to be found. Water trickled from my eyes at the frustration, why couldn't I talk? I used all the strength I had, to push something out, even a squeak. Nothing. My lips moved, as if I said something, but still no sound. He moved his long finger against my lips.

"Shh." He whispered, so effortlessly, so flawless... So, angelic. My eyes pleaded for anything, something. I wanted him to pull me against his chest and never let go, just let his body heat warm me. But no matter how much I struggled, he drifted further, leaving me to fend for my self. My own, broken, self. He placed his soft lips against my forehead, making me cringe. I closed my eyes tightly, wishing I could embrace this moment forever. When his lips detached from my body, it knocked the wind out of me. I was, alone. I flicked open my eyes, waiting for his lips to connect with mine. He slowly, walked backwards, making me need him. Want him, even more. I stuck out a shaking hand, fighting the urge to let out a sob stuck in my throat. I gave my voice one last shot. To my surprise, it cooperated with me.

"Liam, no!" I shouted. I wanted to scream out some more for him, but he was gone, flashed away before I could blink my eyes, Just like that. Just disappeared, almost as quick as he came. I could do nothing about it, I was helpless. The feeling was so, so horrible. I fell to my knees and let my body rock with sobs, fisting the grass. No, why did he have to go?

I shot straight up in my bed, breathing so heavily, as if I had ran a marathon. Routinely, my fingers found their way to my cheeks. Sure enough, to feel the wet stains on my skin. My eyes were wary and puffy. It was just another nightmare, the same one I have, every time I fall asleep, thinking of him. For the past month, that's all I dreamt of. You think I'd be numb to the same dream, but it always dug that hole in my heart a little deeper. So badly, I craved for him to come back. He hadn't contacted me once, since we went our separate ways.

My daily routine never changed a bit. I didn't want it to, I was afraid of change. Because if I changed, our memories would too. I wouldn't think of him anymore, or envision him anymore.

But I didn't want anyone's else's love, no ones, but his. After getting ready, with no extra pizazz, I made my way downstairs, and said goodbye to Harry and Jacqueline. I kissed her growing stomach, something I did before I left somewhere.

"I'll be back by 1." I muttered, lifting my purse over my shoulder.

"We're going shopping, if you like it or not!" She reminded me, as I walked out the door. I threw my middle finger up and didn't hesitate sticking it in the air, smirking to myself. I rolled my eyes and shut the door.

"Hey Amber." I whispered, as I walked through the beauty shop.

"You're late." She said, taking a glimpse at her watch.

"Sorry, won't happen again."

She hummed silently, and pointed to my first customer, waiting for her service.

The day dragged, and by the time I got home, I was bummed out.

"You're back! You ready to go?" Jacqueline asked eager, jumping out of no where.

"I'm not going. I'm tired anyways."

I kicked off my wedges and rubbed my foot, soothingly.

"Dude really?"

I blinked twice and kept walking.

"Dusty!" I screamed, picking up my cat, stroking his fur. Light impact smacked me in the back. I narrowed my eyes and looked behind me, seeing Jacqueline had thrown a ball at me, with the biggest grin plastered on his face. When I turned around, I was hit by another, thrown by Harry. He laughed, like it might have the funniest thing he'd done.

"Harold? Don't." I threatened, pushing past him.

"Kenzie! Please!" Jacqueline whined. I scrunched my face and let Dusty free.

"What do I get?"

She jumped with joy.

"Something pink?!"

My eyes might have twinkled.

"I'm down." I grabbed my purse and followed her out the door.