Finally, Everything Falls Into Place.

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Ariel's POV

"Ariel, you can take a quick break if you like." God bless you Bryson. I nod with a smile and head to the break room. I try to bring back feeling in my hands and fingers, but I don't mind. I can't believe I get to do this everyday.

I've had about a ten minute break, so I grap a bottle water from the mini fridge and walk back to the black grand piano. I walk up the little flight of stairs to the stage. Thinking of something different to play, I decide to just wing it, play out of my heart.

I let the music take over me, and let everything I'm feeling into it. Eventually, I feel a stare to the left of me, but I shake it off. I

've been playing for about twenty minutes straight, and realize I need to use the ladies room. But I regret the action of standing once I see that familiar face, the familiar emerald eyes that make me melt and want to give in to his gaze, the familiar brown curls that I want to run my fingers through if I'm within reach, the familiar lips soft, and poutty, makes you want to kiss them every chance you get. All those feelings come rushing back as soon I see him, so close to me, within touching distance. The love I feel for him is undeniable at this point and I can't seem to say a word. Neither can he.

He's looking at me with an expression I can't quite seem to point out. It's mixed me shock and love. But worst of all...guilt. You damn well better feel guilty! Okay, Ariel calm down. I can't deal with this right now, not when everything was finally starting to get better. So I do the one thing I can come to think of.

Run.

Harry's POV

She bolted, though the crowd, pushing, not caring about their remarks. And quite frankly I didn't care either, I just had to talk to her. Tell her I'm sorry for everything I did to her to make her run. Hold her in my arms while she crys it all out, and kiss her forehead to reasure her I won't leave again. But at this point, I'm not sure I'll be able to.

She runs out the door, me hot on her trail. She gains speed, but slows down, only to slip off her heels. She weeves through the New York traffic, causing angry cab drivers to honk their horns and nearly hitting her. I can't tell where she's going, but I know where we are. We just passed my hotel, but she doesn't slow. She comes on a building, runs through the lobby and to the stairs, knowing she wouldn't have time to wait for an elevator before I reach her.

Goodness, she must have some quad muscles!

She quickly opens a door, to floor number three, but still running. She comes to a door, I'm guessing her apartment, opens the door, and slams it in my face before I can reach her. I press my back to the door, and slide down to the floor, thinking about what a horrible mistake I made.

Interrupting my thoughts, is the sounds of glass shattering and the screams from Ariel's lips. My eyes grow wide and I can't believe I made her feel this way. I know she won't listen to me now, so I leave, but not before doing something that increases the hope of seeing her again.

Ariel's POV

I pick up the nearest thing to throw, and turns out in was a glass vase filled with daises. I scream out, what feels like forever since I've cried, and just let everything out. Everything I feel is coming out in loud sobs with tears coming down my face, ruining my makeup.

After I've calmed myself down, I went to the down just to see if he was still there, knowing he wouldn't be able to see me. I peek through the peep hole and see nothing. So I slowly open the door, step out and look both ways down the hallway. I hear a crinkling sound under my bare feet. I look down and see a small piece of white paper with words scribbled on it. There are a few tear stains, but other than that it reads:

I would like to talk, in person, to explain myself. Meet me at Starbucks on the corner of 5th and 12th Avenue tomorrow at 12. Hopefully I'll see you there.

Haz

I stare at the note what seems like hours. Not believing who I've seen tonight, and the fact he thinks he can just simply right a note to get me to do what he wants, to explain how much he's hurt me when I already know what happened.

But the worst part is, the moment I finished reading that note, I knew I would call Bryson to tell him I would be late for work tomorrow.