VAPOR

CHAPTER 20 - Feels like Home

Songs for this chapter is:

- Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran
- Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

A/N: Hey lovelies! I can't believe that this story got 700 reads, I'm so blessed.
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Previous Chapter:

"Don't do this, we can talk this through, I-"

"No, Zaylea! Go!" He raised his voice but I refused to get out. I knew that I would lose him if I choose to walk out without a fight. "Fine." Aaron huffed. "I believe you can find the way out." Then he turned his back to me and walked upstairs to the room we had shared for what had to be decades ago.

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My father had completely shut me out. And with shut out I mean that he had closed my bank account, didn't send me any money and didn't answer my calls. All because I had moved in with Luka and ruined his chances of working with Mr James. The fact that I had flied across the country and not spent Christmas at home didn't seem to bother him. He had brought it up but it was obvious that it wasn't what was important.

I lived with Luka. In his tiny apartment with no money that I could offer him as an payment. I felt stupid for not paying him but hadn't much of choice. He was after all more familiar with being broke than I probably ever would be; and because of that he was very understanding when I had told him that I needed somewhere to live.

Luka had offered me the bed but I had kindly said no, I was a jerk enough to stay in his home. He barely had money to keep it all go around when he was alone and me living with him didn't make the money situation easier. Now he had to buy food for two and not one and that made things a lot more complicated. Move out, that was exactly what I needed to do as fast as possible. I had never worked a shift in my whole life but knew that I couldn't avoid it one more day after my twenty years of not having a real job.

My glance roamed the familiar room and a sting of pain hit me right in the chest. The walls were still painted in navy blue and the floor creaked just like it had done every morning when I had slipped out of the familiar bed that belonged to Aaron. The only lamp that was on was a small one that was placed on one of Aaron's dark brown nightstands, it shone up the room and gave a warm light. His black guitar was laying on his bed in it's case and a notepad was placed right next to it. Aaron had been writing a song, I was sure of it. I ran one of my hands through my dark hair and took a shaky breath. For a moment I wanted to lay down on his bed and cuddle into his pillow, just so I can feel the familiar scent of him. But it would ruin it all.

Brandon had told me that Aaron hated Valentines Day when he had let me in one hour earlier. So when I walked up into his room to put the hundreds of roses all around his room, I felt kind of stupid. But now when I saw how it all turned out I couldn't believe for a second that this would make the situation between us worse. Because it wasn't possible for it to get worse. Aaron hadn't answered neither my call or text since that night a month earlier and I couldn't blame him. I was stupid for judging him for something he had done years earlier and not until I realized what a mistake it had been to go to Australia.

I sat down on his bed and put the last vase of roses on the nightstand next to the lamp. My heart was beating quickly in my chest and I was sure that I never had been this nervous in my whole life. What if he won't let me in? What if I have burnt all the bridges? The thoughts kept echoing in my head as I stared out through the fogged window. The rain was pouring down and the snow that was in loads outside would soon be melted. What if he only thinks that this is stupid? I let my glance fall over the rose petal covered bed and then to the hundreds of vases that held roses. I grabbed a couple of matches from my bag and lit some candles too before I shoved my bag under the King Sized bed. Only leaving a small note on his bed as a sign that I had left it there. I grabbed my old guitar that I had brought with me and I let my fingers strum over the strings. A small smile played on my lips as the warm sound of a guitar playing filled the room.