I Can See The Stars From America [COMPLETED]

Chapter 19: Our Story

This chapter is dedicated to [NaomiDaggelders]! Thank you so much, love, for adding this book to your reading list and giving it a shot! Your lovely message made me feel very special and I thank you immensely! :) 

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Chapter 19: Our Story

****Hayden's POV****

"It's just for a month. I can handle it."

Those words stung. Never did I know what 9 simple words could do to me. When a tear rolled down my cheek, I realised I was shattered. Wounded. The 9 words killed me! However cheesy it sounded, they weren't simple! They were like bullets aimed at my heart...

What was her problem? Why was she being so difficult? Why couldn't she just accept her feelings for me and sort things out once and for all? I didn't believe that she had another guy for her! I just couldn't! She couldn't move on from me so easily! If I couldn't, how could she?

Was I being unreasonable? In context with the deal, I was. But from the very beginning of the deal, my intention was never to let her go after a month! I wanted her to be mine. Forever. I just wanted her to settle down and be at ease with me. One month would do.

Things turning out like this...not like how I planned them to...it was unbearable! Why didn't she understand all that I went through after she walked out of my life? Were we not meant to be? Why couldn't she see things my way?

I had tried every way to serenade her but she always found a way to keep some distance. She abstained from pushing this relationship further. It frustrated me! She was so adamant on moving on! Hell! This was painful!

After the crowd had settled, I dragged Caroline to the car with the cover from the guards. Once in, she kept ranting about the excited crowd and how dumb they were. I was silent most of the time but tried my best not to make my disappointment obvious. She was oblivious to it, I guessed. After I dropped her home, I headed straight to Earls Court Rd and that was how I landed here, at Martin's Bonanza, a bar.

"What's up, Hayden? You seem tense." Martin stated as he leaned on the table. The dim laser lights gave an eerie glow all around. The men everywhere were laughing their heads off, all drunk.

I sighed. "A Carlsberg, please. Strong."

He nodded solemnly while he eyed me with concern. He walked to the back room and came out immediately with a bottle. My current elixir. "A jug will do?" He asked as he unscrewed the top of the bottle. "I'll have it whole, thanks." Saying so, I grabbed the bottle and sipped a long sip. He watched me drink. I shuddered as the bitter liquid slipped down my throat. My eyes watered for a minute and blurred my vision slightly. Soon, I could see clearly.

"What's wrong?" Martin questioned and took the bottle away from me.

"Give the bottle, man!" I hissed but it sounded more like a plea.

"No. I'm not giving it you. It's going to do you no good." He asserted.

I huffed. 'Please don't be difficult.' I thought.

"Man, I need it, okay? Trust me, I feel a lot better!" I responded and my eyes were fixed on the bottle like it was my oxygen.

He sighed. "Being young and getting this wasted isn't right!"

I let out a harsh chuckle. "I'm used to it."

He rolled his eyes and excused himself to serve another customer. I knew Martin since 4 years and he knew me pretty well. He knew during these times I liked to be left alone. I had shifted to London when I was 16. The reason? I had first met Carol when I was 14. I was a child artist back in those days. Hell famous for someone my age! Soon my parents had decided to shift to London so as to give me a new exposure. They thought I was tired and bored of America. My music was going crap. I wasn't bubbly or active anymore. I felt hopeless. Lost.