My Missing Puzzle Piece, (Katy Perry And John Mayer Fanfiction).

9- A Big Mistake

(John's POV)

Why did I storm out like that? I should've known that Katy was sensitive, ugh, she probably thinks I am a heartbreaker right now, what have I done?

It has been 4 hours, since I left the house, 4 house since Katy and I argued, 4 hours since I sat on the cold sand and stared at the sea, 4 hours since the love of my life thought I was cheating on her, and honestly, I am disappointed in myself, I would've done the same thing if she was hugging one of her Ex's,

I played with the collar of my jacket and stared down at sea. All I seem to think about right now is her, only her, in every way I would think about something else somehow I'd find myself thinking about her, melting into the thought of me holding her petite figure close to mine, craving into the thought of her lips on mine, wishing if I was there to see her nose wrinkle and her wonk eye, wanting to see her smile and how it killed me completely, wanting to stroke my fingers in her soft wavy hair, needing to smell her sweet vanilla scent. Hurting her was absolutely not my aim, but I hurt her, Twice. it felt as if the world were crashing down, piece by piece around me, and all I could do was watch

I wish I could stop crying, I wish I didn't have to try, because on the inside I'm dying,

I got off the sand and rubbed it away from my clothes before walking towards my Range Rover which was the only car parked in the parking lot, I unlocked it and climbed into my seat before turning the Ignition on, I checked the time and frowned. Fuck it was midnight. She is probably crying her little eyes out.

I quickly but yet carefully drove out of the parking lot and into the driveway, I am thankful that the beach is a 2 minutes drive away from our house, so with that, I don't need to wait longer to see Katy.

I drove into the empty streets thinking about her, I can't stand the fact that she might've cried her little eyes to sleep, and probably pored her heart out to Kitty, she might be cuddling with my pillow, or she is probably cuddling with either one of her cats, I mean that was supposed to be me right? I am the one who is supposed comforting her and telling her everything is going to be fine. She is my priority! She was supposed to be given some damn special attention! But instead, I am driving on the empty streets of Los Angeles.

I have arrived a bit fast which was great. I turned the Ignition off and climbed out of the car slowly making my way into the house, the door was surprisingly open which made me more suspicious than I was before.

I slowly made my way inside and took my shoes off. There was no voice the house was filled with complete silence. I narrowed my eyebrows and walked upstairs. She must be sleeping.

I slowly swung our door open just in case she was asleep, but no one was in the room. I checked the bathroom but she wasn't there either. I checked the guest room and the closet, neither.

I jogged down stairs and checked the kitchen, Nope. I frowned for second and turned around to check the back patio, she wasn't there. Where the fuck Is she? She can't be out! Her phone, Jacket, and shoes are here she can't leave the house without those?

I should probably go look for her anyway. I solely put my jacket on and took my phone with me before stepping out of the house while making sure I closed the door behind me.

Just about I started walking away I heard sobs and whimpers coming from a specific direction. The garden.

I made my way towards the Garden carefully as I Saw a shadow in there. My heart broke when I saw it.

There it was, Katy. Hugging her knees into her chest. Digging her head in her arms and elbows, sobbing softly while sitting on the cold grass. (A/N: Imagine that.)