Extraordinary: A Kian Lawley Story

Chapter Nineteen

"It wasn't so bad right?" Kian said as we turned out of the parking lot.

"Not bad at all," I laughed.

"Is there anything else you wanna do today?" Kian asked, glancing toward me.

"I'm not sure," I said looking out the window. "As long as I'm with you, whatever is fine."

"Don't be so cheesy!" he laughed, giving me playful shove.

"I'm being serious!" I smiled.

"Well do you know what you want to do tomorrow?" he asked.

My heart sank, what was I supposed to say? "Breakfast?" I said slowly, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

"I can do that, anything else? Maybe a movie night?"

I sat in silence, unable to speak. I rested my head in my hands as my mind raced for a way to say it.

"What's wrong?" Kian asked placing his hand on my shoulder.

"I," I paused.

"What?"

"My flight leaves tomorrow," I said softly, keeping my head in my hands.

"Wait, what?"

"My flight back home leaves tomorrow, I leave tomorrow."

"No," he said sternly.

"Yes," I said, looking up at him for the first time.

"You can stay longer. If it's a money thing, I have money. If it's a place to stay thing, stay with me."

"Stop," I cut him off.

"No, I'm being serious!"

"I can't," I said looking back toward the window as I felt tears building up in my eyes.

"What do you mean you can't? Is this some kind of joke? I don't like it!"

"I have to go home, what do you expect me to do?"

"Stay with me!"

"I can't!" I said throwing my hands in the air.

"You can! You're choosing not to!"

"I planned this trip before I knew you existed! I bought the tickets, booked the hotel, saved money for it before I knew you! How was I supposed to know that I would meet you?"

"You could change your mind now that you have," he said softly.

"That's the thing, I can't. I am meant to live an ordinary life, I'm meant to go back home."

"Dammit! Just stop!"

"What?"

"Just stop! You want to go home, then go. It's fine. Go!"

"Fine," I said sinking into the seat as tears fell down my cheeks.

"I just wish you wouldn't have made me think that you loved me, just to leave me."

Silence fell over the car. Neither one of us was willing to break it. It didn't take me long to realize that Kian was heading toward my hotel, rather than his house. So this is it I thought, this is where everything good ends.

We pulled into the parking garage, part of me hoped that he would park and come inside with me. But when he pulled into a spot and kept the engine running, I knew that wasn't the case. I turned toward him as I took my seat belt off. He was trying to avoid eye contact, though I could see a few streams of tears coming down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," I said softly trying to win over his attention, but he continued to look away. "Thank you for making this trip more amazing than I could have ever imagined. I just wish things were different. But I have to go, it's just what I have to do."

Silence fell over us again, I placed my hand on top of Kians resting on his leg. I was alarmed when he pulled it away. I knew then that it was time for me to go.

I opened the door and got out, tears flowing. For the first time, I didn't care what I looked like. "I love you," I said. Kian looked over, tears building up in his eyes.

"It's ok," he said putting the car in reverse. I shut the door and watched as he drove away. The one bit of extraordinary magic in my life was headed in the other direction. I was alone, fully alone. For the first time since I arrived in LA, I wanted to go home.