Five Foot Four ((Zach Abels Fanfic))

Chapter Fourteen

    The songs on the setlist were invisibly ticking themselves off and it was coming up to the last couple of our songs.

    The last couple of hours with Rainey around. 

    And possibly the last time I'd see her.

    I had tried my hardest to think of a scenario, which made us both happy. Well, I only let myself think of ways that I could see her again, but it seemed too hard. The only way it would work was if one of us left everything behind, and that couldn't be me. As selfish as that was, I couldn't sacrifice all of this. I wanted to let myself but I kept hearing her voice, telling me over and over that it was ridiculous. I would look over to her and see her dancing and smiling to the music. The music. That was what brought us together and that was what would have to keep us connected. 

    My mind would constantly tell me that I would see her again because I wouldn't be able to forget about her. I wouldn't be able to get her out of my head until I knew where she was.

    And if it wasn't with me, I'd understand.

    My hands stopped playing and I came back to reality as the fans screamed at the last song. The lights flashed intensely and the bass on the speakers dragged on. 

    It started to get darker and we all walked off stage, waving. 

    "That was insane!" Rainey mouthed to me as I headed towards her.

    She reached forwards and wrapped her arms around me to hug me. I stood still for a second, all sweaty in her arms and then pulled her against me and embraced her more. Her lips were against my shoulder and her breathing was fast, putting her heat through the material and onto my skin. 

    "I told you!" I said, still holding her against me.

    She leaned out, "About?..."

    "The sides are better." I spoke and pulled her back into my arms.

    "I'm going to miss you." Her muffled voice whispered.

    The words I was dreading to hear. 

    We walked together into the little room and collapsed onto the couch. Rainey reached for a bottle of water and handed it to me. I uncapped it and let the cold fluid calm down my pulsing throat and warm insides.  

    "You're a watertruck." She laughed.

    I removed the bottle from my lips and looked at her. "It's thirsty wor-"

    Her lips stopped me from talking and I hadn't felt more relieved about anything, because now I knew that I wasn't having a one sided thing.

    She paused and pulled away. I realised that she was on her knees and was positioned so she was leaning forwards. Her arms were now on the couch on either side of her and she kneeled there so innocently. 

    "Was that the wrong thing to do?" She asked, quietly.

    I didn't hesitate to kiss her again. I pulled her closer and then let my hands move around until they reached her cheeks. Her hands did the same but landed on my head instead. She brushed her fingers through my hair and her nails gently scraped against my head, creating butterflies in tummy. 

    Her hands then trailed down my neck and onto my shoulders and her lips removed themselves from mine. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.

    "Don't say anything, please." I begged.

    She pushed my hair behind my ears and cupped my cheeks as she stared at me. I felt naked under her eyes but I refused to let her see me fumble, so I watched her back. 

    Her eyebrows furrowed and she began to look concerned with everything. It sort of looked like she regretted everything.

    "What's my position?" She finally said.

    "What do you mean?" I sat up straight and she did the same.

    "I mean, am I being delusional? Is this something?" She looked nervous to say that but glad she did afterwards.

    I shook my head at her, I'd never been so certain about anything more in my life. 

    "What about when you go?" She continued.

    I took a huge breath because words weren't exactly on my side.

    She swivelled her body and stared straight forward, towards the wall in front. Her head fell backwards and she brought her knees to her chest.

    If someone lived inside my head they would be fucking pissed about how much I thought about her but I couldn't get a grasp on everything about her. Her beauty. Her voice. Her personality. Everything about her made me want more. She was like a book. An endless book that never got old or boring. Eventually, there would be no more words to describe her but that wouldn't blur her or make her disappear because her face would always be engraved into every memory.

    My thumb touched her cheek and I kissed the spot just beside it.

    "We have another show in England." I whispered in-between kisses.

    "I know, but I have college tomorrow and the day after." 

    "Don't go." 

    "Zach, I can't." She let out a breath and her body started to shake. "And even if I could, I wouldn't be able to say goodbye again for fuck knows how long."

    I put my head in the arch on her neck and rested it on her shoulder.

    "I'm not letting this go." I said.

    "I'll see you at that festival in September. I know it's around five months away but it's all I can do right now."

    "I'll come to see you." I suggested.

    "Zach, that's going to cost too much."

    "It won't." 

    "Zach."

    "It won't." If I kept repeating it, maybe I would believe myself.

    "New york." She said. "Next february, I'm going on a college trip." 

    I changed my position again and faced her directly.

    "Two times, Rainey. That's two times in the next year." I huffed.

    "I want to do more, believe me, I want to be with yo-" She stopped.

    I want to be with you.

    I want to be with you.

    I want to be with you.

    "Then, I'm not giving up."