Was it All an Accident? (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction, Book Three)

Part Twenty-Eight: It's A Long Story...

(Caleb’s POV)

Day one: nothing. Day two: nothing. Day three: nothing. Day four: nothing. I’m not expecting a lot, believe me, but I was expecting something! But no! Not one phone call. Not one text message. Nothing to let me know she’s alright and hasn’t been abducted by flesh eating aliens!  Day five: nothing! Absolutely nothing! I mean, I see the paparazzi photos that still believe Harry’s going back into the band. Rumors like that have been surfing around a lot lately. I don’t know if that’s true or not, not that I care, but I would’ve liked to hear something from her. I guess I’m just not important enough.

            “Caleb?” The sound of her voice shocks me. She laughs as I jump like five feet in the air and I turn to give her a bemused look. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

            “It’s fine.” I smirk and then wrap my arms around her. “I’m so glad you agreed to see me again, I mean, after what I did to you.”

            She shrugs it off. “I believe people can change.”

            “Well, let me prove it.” And she does. For now, at least. I play with her hair once we pull away, and she gives me the biggest smile. I mean, I know she smiles a lot. But this? Her smile grew since the last time I saw her. I don’t know. Maybe I acted too hasty the last time I saw her. I mean, after what I did? It’s a miracle she isn’t punching me or trying to get petty revenge. I’ve never been the good boyfriend. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in the past. But I’ve learned a lot over these past years. From Whytnie. I guess she changed me.

            And I’m going to try to prove myself.

            I just hope it’s for the right reasons.

[…]

(Emily’s POV)

“I know you’re running late,” I start, “and I know you’ve been extremely busy lately, what, with the wedding throwing off your tour dates and everything. I know you’re probably talking to me right now as you’re trying to get ready and you’re wondering when I’m going to stop talking… I know that I’m probably going to get cut off any second or whatever, but I have to talk to you!”

            “Emily−”

            “I know it’s a lot to take in and all,” I continue anyway, “but I can’t come down.”

            “What?”

            “Yeah, there’s no way I can meet you. I’m sorry.”

            “Why? What happened?”

            “It’s a long story…”

            “I’ve got the time,” Niall lied. Someone was calling his name in the background and telling him to hurry up and get off the phone. He didn’t have the time. I didn’t resent him for it. It just made it easier for me. He’d be mad for a little bit, but when he finally got the time to call me back he won’t be as mad. It’s wrong of me to be happy and I should feel bad for having to tell him like this, but he has been busy lately. I understand, but in return he has to understand that I have a life too.

            “Listen, Niall, just call me when you get time. I’ll talk to you later. Love you, bye!” I hang up the phone before he can protest. I know I’m going to receive a very worded text message any time now, if he isn’t rushed on stage right away.

            I’m glad when my phone doesn’t ring in the next five minutes and know I’m off the hook. For now.

            Now I can focus on being me. Not that I couldn’t with him, nor do I want to do it without him. But I can’t figure out what I want to do with my life when I’m being distracted. And, oh boy, did I love the distraction.