Falling. (A Kian Lawley Lovestory)

chapter 16

"I'm sorry honey but we really have to go now, we're going to miss our flight if we don't."
"Your mom's right, he probably has a good reason why he couldn't make it, you can call him when we land but we can't wait any longer."
I sigh and start walking. I know dad's probably right but what if he's not? What if this is Kian's way of showing that he won't be able to do this.
I turn around one last time but he's nowhere to be seen.

. . .

I spent the entire flight worrying and overthinking this whole situation.
The fact that I was up in the air, and Kian wasn't able to reach me for 6 hours made everything a lot worse. I kept making up excuses for why he didn't show up, but they're all just stupid and deep down I know it's not like that.
Deep down I know the reason behind this is most likely a lot more hurtful.
I tried to push all the thoughts away so I could have some rest before I stepped into this new city where I don't know anything or anyone.
This new city where nobody knows who I am or who I used to be. This new city is like a big blank page in my life.
I think this city might not be as bad as it seems.

Kian's pov

I have been laying here, staring at the ceiling for the past 4 hours.
I still can't believe I didn't go to the airport to say goodbye. What on earth was I thinking? Ofcourse she won't be better off this way for fuck's sake, I'm such an asshole. She'll probably break up with me as soon as she gets wifi connection. I fucking blew it, once again.

I walk over to my closet and pull a sweatshirt over my head. I really need some fucking air.
As soon as the door shuts behind me, I start running. Not knowing where to go, just running. The cold wind feels so nice and it seems like time just freezes for a while.

After what seems like ages of running, I crash down on a park bench to catch my breath. That run took my mind off of Olivia and that was actually all I needed. Unfortunatly, she popped back into my mind right when I stopped.
God, what did I do?

Olivia's pov

"Mom I don't want to see that shitty apartment or meet the neighbors or stuff like that, can I please just go to starbucks or something?"
"For god's sake Olivia, you haven't even seen the apartment yet. I know you didn't want any of this, and I'm sorry we dragged you down here, I truly am. But honestly, I think this place will be good for you. A fresh start can be nice sometimes. Don't jump to conclusions so fast and just come check out your room and help us unpack. After that you can go to starbucks, deal?" My mom says.
"Fine" I sigh, not wanting to cause any drama, this jetlag is being a bitch and I'm not in the mood to start a fight.

We take a cab to the apartment, which is spent by my mom and dad pretending to be all excited, even though annoyance is clear on both of their faces. Apparently I'm not the only one that's got a jetlag.
I look outside while my mom informs the driver about how "AMAZING" our neighborhood is.
The first thing I noticed when the plane landed, was that unlike California, NYC actually has white winters.
The hot Californian weather almost made me forget that it is November already.
I don't like to admit it, but this city looks absolutely beautiful. Kids playing in the snow, people wearing beanies to actually keep their heads warm, instead of to just look fashionable.
The entire city is filled with fairy lights and happy people, and it all just looks so cozy.

I snap out of my thoughts as soon as I realize the cab has stopped moving. This drive may have changed my opinion on this city, but I still haven't seen the apartment and I'm quite anxious it will be a lot less amazing than this city in general. After taking a deep breath I step out of the car. I say thanks to the driver and look at the building in front of me. To my suprise, It actually looks quite lovely from the outside. It's white and looks exactly what you imagine an apartment in New York City to look like. I turn around and scan the rest of the street. I don't know about the rest of the neighborhood, but it certainly does look like a great street. All the buildings are similar to ours, and I notice a coffeeshop at the corner. I also spot something what looks like a park farther down the street. Honestly, I have nothing to complain about. The longer I look around, the more perfect it gets.

"So what do you think? Let's go check out the inside!" My mom squeeks.
I just nod, not wanting to admit that she was right, even though it's obvious.

My dad, smiling from ear to ear, grabs the key and unlocks the front door. My mom's being really squeeky and it seems like they both have completely forgotten about their jetlag.
Apparently our apartment is on the top floor, also known as the penthouse. As thrilled as I am to be living in a penthouse, walking all these stairs every day is kind of a bummer. Oh well, I need the exercise. My dad opens the door and I am caught of guard when I realize there isn't a hallway. It's just one giant room. It occurs to me that some of our furniture is already placed. As I expected, the room will be the living room. I notice that the kitchen is on the right, it looks big and modern, and the fact that it's an open kitchen (as in there's no walls between the kitchen and the living room), makes the room look even bigger. It has really big windows and wooden floors. It's absolutely beautiful. The white walls fit perfectly with our big grey couch and there's a huge two-way fireplace in the middle of the room. I notice a smile showing on my face and don't even bother to hide it.
"Your room is the second door on your left." My dad says quietly, clearly happy that I haven't stormed out yet.
I run down the hallway and open the second door on my left and my jaw drops. There's a kingsize bed in the middle of the room with all white sheets and tons of small, bordeaux red pillows. The floor is wooden and all walls, except for the one that my headboard is leaning against, which is dark gray, are white.
I notice big flowy curtains and open them. Behind them is a huge window that leads to a typical NYC apartment fire escape. I climb ouside and as the snowflakes fall onto my face, I realize that this move is a lot better than I had expected.

. . .

I went to bed early and spent the entire morning unpacking my stuff. Around noon I am finished and my room looks great. I filled the wall opposite my bed with photos and once the rest of our furniture arrived, I placed my desk and makeup desk against that wall as well. The dark gray wall now has paper letters I cut out on it, spelling the phrase "The ones that have yet to fall asleep, are the ones that are too busy dreaming".
I have yet to explore the rest of the house, and I also haven't found a place to put my closet yet, so why not do that now. I start with exploring the house, since that seems a lot more exciting. Once I step out of my door, I decide to open the door on my right first, and then just walk down the hallway and open every door I pass. The door on my right turns out to be the bathroom, which looks very modern and even has a bath in it. As I look around my mom joins me. "I see you've found your bathroom?" "Wait mine? as in I have this bathroom all to myself?!" I squeek, hoping that's what she meant.
"Yes, all yours!" She replies, answering my prayers.
"Oh and if you haven't yet, go check the door with the little heart on it, you're going to love that one" She smiles, and I immediately leave the bathroom to go and find the room she mentioned. As I open the door, I scream from excitement. Behind the door is my very own walk-in-closet. It isn't big, and the closet is yet to be filled but still, it's a fucking walk-in-closet. This city keeps suprising me.

. . .

Once I filled the closet and unpacked my makeup and school stuff, I decide to go outside and walk around the neighborhood. I tell my parents that I'm leaving and walk outside. I decide to start off with grabbing a coffee at the coffeeshop. I walk inside and notice how cozy it looks. Apparently not many people have discovered this place, since it's not that busy.
"May I take your order?" A brown haired boy around my age asks me.
"Erm, this is my first time here, any suggestions?"
While the boy names loads of different coffees, my eyes wander around his body. His eyes are clear blue and his smile is gorgeous, and that messy hair, god damn..
Ooooh no, what am I doing? I have a fucking boyfriend for god's sake.
But then again, he didn't even bother to say goodbye..

Wow, this long distance relationship is going great so far ..