Extraordinary: A Kian Lawley Story

Chapter Sixteen

Waking up alone in my hotel room felt strange. It was the first morning in two days that I awoke alone. It didn't feel quite right, like something was missing. The room was still and quiet, I didn't like it. I had grown used to the noise of the boys at Kian's and the warmth of him next to me in bed.

Looking to my phone I had a text reminder from the hotel, I was supposed to check out tomorrow afternoon. My flight home being tomorrow evening. I would be back home tomorrow night.

My heart sank and I couldn't stop the tears from building up in my eyes. Tomorrow? How was this possible? I wasn't ready, why did I think a week would be enough? I thought back to booking the flight and hotel room. I remember thinking, a week is quite a long time, maybe I'll get bored. If only I had known what life would be like out here.

It's hard to explain a feeling of belonging. Most people feel that sense of belonging when they are home. But for me, I had always felt a bit out of place at home. Like things weren't meant to be that way for me. Here, in LA, I felt like I belonged here. I just couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't meant to have this life, that I was meant to go back home and live an extremely dull, uninteresting life. Perhaps I would go to college, learn a thing or two, get a job, maybe meet someone. I couldn't bare the thought of meeting anyone else that would make my heart feel like Kian did.

I sank back into the bed, drying my eyes on the duvet. I didn't want to think about it. I couldn't think about it. What was I supposed to tell Kian? How was I supposed to tell Kian? This isn't how things were supposed to play out once I got here. I wasn't supposed to meet someone and get attached. I was supposed to runaway, have my bit of fun, and then end up back in my ordinary life with these memories to get me through the boring times.

I sent mom her typical good morning, I'm alive text while my phone buzzed with a text from Kian. I almost didn't want to read it, it almost felt as if things would be easier to simply ignore him. Forget everything ever happened. But that made my heart ache, I couldn't do it. I wanted nothing more than to spend every second I had left here with him.

I read his message, a simple hello, good morning beautiful. The tears came pouring back. This is how a relationship is supposed to feel, you're supposed to feel this way about someone. You're supposed to know that someone is it as soon as you meet them. I knew he was it, he was forever. But how was I supposed to tell him that I had to leave him, forever.

Long distance? I thought, though I knew it was a silly thought. Long distance relationships are hard and rarely work out. I didn't want to put myself or Kian through that. I stopped thinking for a moment, what if Kian doesn't feel this way about me? What if he only likes me because I'm leaving! I shook my head, as if to send that thought out of my mind. No way, he had to have the same feelings. I could tell, I just knew.

I shot him a quick good morning text back, leaving out the fact that today was indeed my last full day in LA. I threw the phone down and jumped in the shower before he could reply. I didn't want to read a message that asked about leaving. He knew it was coming, but I liked to think that we both wanted to avoid the topic.

When I got out of the shower, I was overwhelmed by missed calls and text messages from Kian. Apparently I had missed something very important. I immediately dialed him back, my heart racing as the phone rang to his end.

"Hello! Finally!" Kian's voice boomed through the phone.

"I was in the shower?" I laughed.

"Well I have been sitting outside your door for approximately fifteen minutes! I could hear the water running," he laughed, tapping on the door. I clicked to end the call before running to the door to let him in.

"I'm sorry!" I said pulling him into a tight embrace before he even came through the doorway.

"It's ok, the carpet out there is actually soft. But about three people told me if I was locked out of my room to go to the front desk, that was a little weird!"

"Come in!" I laughed pulling him by the hand into the room and closing the door behind us.

"My phone's dying mind if I use your charger?" he asked plugging his phone into my charger on the desk.

"Well considering you're already doing it, yes!"

"Cool," he smiled plopping down on the bed and picking up my phone. For a second I thought about snatching the phone from his hands, but instead I let him be. I didn't have anything to hide to be honest. I grabbed my make up bag before sitting on the floor in front of the full length mirror on the wall.

"So you came over this morning to borrow my charger?" I asked as I began applying foundation to my face.

"Nah," he said with a chuckle. "Who's this?"

I turned back to see that he was in my photo album, holding the phone out toward me open to a picture from my senior prom. "Ughhh," I let out before rolling my eyes. "This boy I went to prom with, he was a total asshole. I didn't want to go with him but he asked and my friends talked me into saying yes."

"He looks like an asshole," he said turning the phone back to his face. "You look beautiful."

I blushed as I looked in the mirror, taking my time to apply the products. Some girls simply want to get their make up on, get it over with. I found it quite relaxing to slowly apply everything, creating a look.

"After looking through your phone, I only have one thing to say."

"What's that?" I said swiping mascara onto my lashes.

"You should really exit out of the internet window if you're going to google people that might come in contact with your phone," I turned to see him holding the phone out open to that Safari internet browser page, where I had goggled Kian days before. I felt my face burn with embarrassment.

"Umm," I said looking toward the mascara bottle, twisting the brush around as I tried to form some sort of response.

"It's ok," he laughed. "But if you wanted to know stuff, you could have just asked. I'll tell you whatever you wanna know."

"You can google me, if you want?" I offered with a smile.

"I'd rather get my info from the source," he said standing and sitting behind me on the floor. Me between his legs as he wrapped his arms around me, kissing my cheek.