Wasn't My Plan (Jimmy Fallon Fanfiction)

Chapter Nineteen - Unexpected Visitor

Standing on the edge of the sidewalk, I let out some heavy breaths. I looked in every possible direction where a cab could come, but I was in a really quiet area as I realized after 3 minutes of waiting.

"Adele."

I closed my eyes, squeezing back some more tears.

"James." my voice sounded stonecold. I slowly turned around.

His hair was messed up - he must've ran his fingers through it a couple times - and his eyes were red. Did he cried? It looks like he did.

"Do you want to go back?" he pointed at the restaurant.

"Is this the reason why we came here?" I threw my hands up. "So noone can see us? Cause I can't see a single soul here."

He scratched the back of his neck. "Addie..."

"Give me a goddamn straight answer already, James!" my voice shook from anger.

"Yes." he muttered, and stared at his feet like it was so interesting. He looked ashamed of himself.

I chuckled in despair. "Great."

"I can take you home." he looked up. "I know you don't want to stay. I wouldn't stay either."

Crossing my arms across my chest, I took a step forward. "Yes, I'd like to go." and with that, I headed towards the parking lot, not waiting for him to catch up.

We stopped at a pedestrian crossing, not looking at each other the whole time; I stared out the window, he stared at the road.

"I want you to kno-" he started, but I cut him off by immediately turning the radio on. "Okay..." he muttered and we started moving again.

I didn't want him to explain, or to say anything at all. That'd just make things more complicated for me, and I needed time to process.

He was ashamed of me. He still is. Ashamed of what I am, who I am and I couldn't just accept his apology and forgive him. I couldn't help the fact that I'm not that famous or generally known person who you're glad to hang out with and walk around in public. And if he wanna hide me from everyone, then do that, whatever. What's more, I'll help him by not showing up with him ever again.

I know it sounds kind of harsh and bitchy, but I had experienced being used in the past. I learnt my lesson and now know how to avoid breaking myself again.

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He pulled up to my apartment and stopped the engine. I gathered my coat and purse in my hands, being ready to get the hell out of there.

"Thanks for the lift." I said and pushed my door open, then harshly shut it.

I took a step forward, but that was all I could do when Jimmy ran to me and closed my path, grasping my forearms with his hands.

I looked at his bitter expression and almost cried again. "Damn it, I could not feel sorry for him right now." I thought.

He didn't say anything, just stared at me in the loss of words.

"Let me go." looking down at my feet, I whispered.

"No." he got closer, only inches away from my face.

"It hurts." I said louder, looking into his eyes. My heart felt like it could easily fell out of my chest at anytime.

"Uh, sorry." he apologized and loosened the grip on my arm.