Hey There Delilah (Sequel to Not The Same)

Reminiscing

>Delilah's POV<

The only two things my mind had been able to absorb from the day was that it was rock and roll week and I'd be performing Don't Stop Believin. Almost everyone had seen or at least heard about my little fight with Megan. Half the people I knew seemed to sweep right by me as if I didn't exist. The other half stared at me like I would explode any second but didn't bother approaching me. My own boyfriend was one of those second group of people. My day flew by again as if it wasn't actually me in my body but like I was watching from the sidelines. This new feeling that seemed to follow me everywhere was starting to worry me. How long would I feel this way? I didn't know what would happen next in my life, but at least I'd walk away with something: the knowledge that you can be the strongest person on this planet and can still be crushed by the weight of the world.

>Audrey's POV<

I had butterflies. This feeling was so unfamiliar to me now. I kept trying to dismiss them by telling myself that I wasn't supposed to feel that way for him. But there's this certain drop to your stomach when you see a certain someone's name or hear their voice or see their picture. There's this certain heart clenching feeling you get when you see another girl's arms wrapped around their arm. There's this longing that you can't shake away when you fall in love with someone and in my opinion, that longing feeling never goes away. I sat in my car wearing a tan and black stripped sweater with leggings. I pulled down the mirror attached to the sun shade and fixed my red lipstick and the messy bun atop my head. When I pushed it back up, I couldn't help but think of the car that I was renting and what exactly that term meant. Renting. It meat we'd have to give it back. Delilah and I were only borrowing this life, we needed to give it back sometime very soon.

No one was expecting me to leave yet again, I just hoped that when it came time, we could all accept it and move on. The few months I had known Liam all those years ago, was enough to last me for the first part of my life and for the years of absences. I was hoping that this secret 'date night' would last me the rest of my life. Liam and Delilah were all that mattered to me in this world, soon enough I'd have to let go of Liam for good and Delilah, being 15, would leave my side to go off into this huge world eventually as well. What would I be left with then?

I shook the thoughts off and got out of the car, already 10 minutes late. As I walked through the parking lot and through the door, I did something that I had never done before, I praised myself. I smiled to myself over the fact that I was strong enough to leave this life when I did and that I was brave enough when I believed it was time to come back. Here and now, I was strong. Strong enough to walk into this building and spend the evening with a man that I was in love with while I knew that this night was all I had left with him.

Liam was leaning against the pearly white front desk just staring off into space. I didn't really take the time to observe the building, but I did note that it was completely empty. He seemed to feel my presence in the room and looked over to where I stood. His mouth widened into a smile, showing his teeth and I couldn't stop the surreal, painful memories.

---Flashback---

All of a sudden, my heart skipped a beat as I felt someone tap my shoulder. I spun around to see a young boy, about my age wearing red sweatpants and a grey shirt. His hand was in his pocket and he was standing kind of awkwardly. He had an adorable expression on his face and his brown eyes were peering into mine.

"Are you Kiani Miller?" He awkwardly asked as he ran a hand through his short, brown hair.

"Uh, she's a friend of mine. Are you the person I'm supposed to be picking up?" I asked. He laughed, easing some of the tension.

"I suppose so." He answered in just about the cutest british accent I have ever heard. He pointed to a group of people behind him and continued, "The rest of my bandmates are over there." I peered around him and saw five boys waiting in the McDonald's line. I couldn't tell much about them from where I stood but they seemed to all be around my age.