second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 8

a few hours later...

it was the middle of the night when i arrived at the airport. i was exhausted. i didn't get any sleep on the plane, i was caught up in my thoughts, which yeah were mostly about ollie.

i just can't let him go! i know it's bad but i spent the majority of the flight reading through old messages between us, and looking at photos which i couldn't bring myself to delete.

once i finally find my suitcase, i leave the airport and was hit with the freezing nighttime air. it had to be less than 5 degrees.

"angel?"i hear someone say, and i turn to see paul stood walking over.

"hey." i say, as he reaches me.

"how are you doing?" he asks.

"uhm not good... i just can't believe he did this." i say, shaking my head trying to stop the tears from starting again. i'm sure my eyes are bloodshot enough.

"come on, it's warmer in my car. and you don't want anyone to see you." he says, taking my suitcase and placing one arm around my shoulder.

once i was sat in the car, i lean back against the seat as the tears silently fall down my face. i didn't want to face paul, so i stare out of the window.

"do you ever wish, that you hadn't become famous? that no one knows the name paul aron or angelina antonelli... where we aren't watched for our every move?" i say after a long silence of sitting there.

"yeah, sometimes. but i love this life too, it's amazing."

"but someone did this to me, why?"

"i... don't know angel, i wish it hadn't happened for you."

"yeah, lets go." i say, and paul start to drive away from the airport.

the next morning i wake up in the same clothes as yesterday, the cold sun shining into the room. i groan and roll over, not wanting to get up and face my problems.

"i'm not letting you rot any longer." paul says, walking into the room and sitting at the end of the bed. i groan and sit up to face him.

"why not?" i complain.

"because he isn't worth it. i'm not telling you to move on, but i'm telling you don't waste any more time on a dick like him."

"okay." i say hesitantly.

"really?" he says, shocked.

"yeah, your right. and i don't want to argue." i say climbing out of bed and walking over to the window before gasping.

"what?" he says, confused.

"it's snowed." i say, looking back at him with a half smile.

"never seen snow before?"

"no of course i have, just it doesn't snow often at home in italy."

"if you change into something warmer, we can go outside?" paul suggests.

"yeah, sure." i reply as he walks out of the room.

as soon as i knew he was out of ear shot, i sigh and fall on my back onto the bed. no-one needs to know how im suffering from this, it's stupid. it's embarrassing! i know im overreacting, so it's better to keep it to myself.