The Starbucks Girl

Chapter 21: I'm Back!

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Soooo.... thanks everyone for all the nice comments and support towards me. It means a lot that people actually like this story! So, I was planning on starting Messenger Dove, BUT, I am going to start a new Fan Fiction, it will be a short story called Back To December. It is currently up right now, so I suggest going and reading that. I know this chapter is a little bit short, I wanted to leave with a cliff hanger again. I promise the next chapter will be a LOT better. It will be a lot longer as well, since it is full of drama and surprises~
 

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~Bella's P.O.V.~
 

As I stepped off that airplane, I felt.... home. People pushed past me as they made their way to their gates. It has been three weeks since I talked to Liam. I now regret telling him that I just needed some space. What I really needed was to realize how much Liam meant to me. In every relationship there are ups and downs, and I just need to realize that. I love Liam.
 

My suitcase rolled on the ground as I weaved my way through the pack of people. I slowly made my way towards the revolving door at the front of the airport. A blast of cold air hit me as I stepped outside. I took in a deep breath of the fresh London air.
 

There was a small line of people waiting for a taxi. I pulled my suitcase, and stood at the back of the line. Slowly, Taxis came and left.The line got shorter, and I was soon at the front of the line. I waited for several minutes.
 

Suddenly, a taxi pulled up in front of me. I climbed in. "Where to?" asked the driver as I buckled my seat belt. I gave him the address of my flat, and he puled away from the curb. As he drove, I slipped my white beats over my ears, and began listening to some Mumford and Sons.
 

Love was kind, for a timeNow just aches, and it makes me blindThis mirrors haunts, by eyes too brightThat I can't see the others in my lifeBut we too young, heads too strongTo bear the weight of these lover's eyesCuz I feel numb beneath her tonguebeneath the curse of these lover's eyes.
 
Do not ask the price I pay for I must live with my quiet rageTame the ghosts in my head that run wild and wish me deadShould you shake my ash to the windLord forget all of my sinsOh let me die where I lie beneath the curse of my lover's eyes
 
Cuz there's no drink nor drug I triedTo rid the curse of these lover's eyesCuz I feel numb beneath your tongueYour strength just makes me feel less strong
 
Do not ask the price I pay for I must live with my quiet rageTame the ghosts in my head that run wild and wish me deadShould you shake my ash to the windLord forget all of my sinsOh let me die where I lie 'neath the curse of my lover's eyes
 
But I'll walk slow, I'll walk slowTake my hand, help me on my way.And I'll walk slow, I'll walk slowTake my hand, help me on my way.And I'll walk slow, I'll walk slowTake my hand, I'll be on my way.And I'll walk slow, I'll walk slowTake my hand, help me on my way.

Aaaahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhhhhh.

Cuz I'll walk slow, I'll walk slowTake my hand, help me on my way
 

A whole play list later, he pulled up infront of my flat. Giving the driver the fee, I climbed out and pulled my suitcase out of the trunk. The second the taxi pulled away, I started inside the building. I carried my suitcase up the stairs to my flat
  
I swung open the door to my flat. It seemed a little quiet. To quiet. Tossing my suitcase off to the side of the doorway, I waked through the kitchen into the den. I gasped at what I saw. Emily and Harry were sitting on the couch...... snogging.