I never know why. I only know who. (AU)

Chapter 41

Okay so I've been thinking about how to go about these next few chapters and honesty now I read it back I want to change it all. I want to flip it around but I've written it now so... Maybe one day I'll do an AU when they don't give her up? Idk.

Oh and sorry for the long wait. I like this book to have long chapters and it takes a while to write a lot of these chapters and I didn't want to disappoint people.

18th September 2016

They knew this day was coming. They'd planned for it, but still it felt a bit unreal.

Clara and John had stayed together until the end of high school, but now they were both going to University. And although UCL and Cambridge weren't that far apart, they'd both agreed it was impractical to maintain a relationship. Besides, it was time they started some new adventures in ther lives.

"You're still my bestest friend in the whole wide world." Clara told John as she hugged him tight. "And you always will be."

"Of course." John replied. "You'd never let me get rid of you." He teased as she laughed, squeezing him tighter. Neither of the had cried, thank God, or they might never have even made it to the train station.

"Just don't go making loads of posh friends at Cambridge will you? Smart arse." She mumbled.

"As long as you promise to actually work and don't drink too much, because you're tiny and you get drunk really easily." John laughed back. They both laughed some more before the announcement for John to get on his train came.

"Well...." John began, looking lost as he knew he only had one or two minutes left.

Clara looked to the floor before grabbing John's shirt and pulling him down to her height for a small kiss. "I'll see you in a few weeks. We're meant to be partying, remember?" Clara aid hopefully.

"Course." John said back, kissing her cheek twice, before he grabbed his two suitcases and lugged them onto the train, waving goodbye before the train doors shut. They both knew it was the beginning of a great new life, despite it being sad. Time to start again.

9th May 2018

John heard a knock on his door, but he couldn't be asked to answer it.

It was probably someone to annoy him about more work and he was already sick of it. He had resorted to playing on his PS3 to calm down some of the noise in his brain. Being a physics student required you to work every second of every single day and he was beginning to be completely sick of it. He just needed a moment to cool off.

Even his three classmates had buggered off for the week to somewhere where they could party, like Newcastle or something, but John felt like he had way too much work to do and hadn't wanted to risk it not getting done, so had opted to stay back at the flat.

So now he was extremely bored with a huge pile of work left to do by the end of the week and not wanting to do anything but sleep. He could hear the rain outside, which put a nice evening stroll off the cards, and that almost definitely meant he had to answer his damn door because he couldn't leave someone out there who'd probably been soaked in the rain.

A second knock came and he groaned. Maybe they could wait another few minutes. It wasn't going to kill them, was it? He wanted to open the door and tell them he wasn't there, but that kind of gave away the vital clue.

A third knock made John decide he probably should pause his game and stand, but could he be bothered? The answer was no. He'd just ignore whoever it was until they realised they needed to piss off.