Can't Say Love: A Hunter Hayes Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter 42

Keira's POV

How am I going to ask him? When am I going to ask him?

The knock on my bedroom door brought my back to the drowning reality of my life.

"Come in!"

"Hey. We were starting to get worried. Everything okay?"

"Hunter, what do you know about these pictures? I saw the way you looked at them last time." I said it flat out. 

I watched as all the color was drained from his face. From his expression, I gathered some information.

HUNTERS POV

I know it's wrong to keep all of this from her, but I also know it's not my place to say anything.

I guess my emotions got the best of me.

My eyes started stinging as I looked at the picture in my hand. The little girl with the big gun, the little boy right next to her, silently worrying about her every move. My eyes welled up, when I looked at Keira sitting on the bed, like a water balloon ready to burst.

Here's the part where I really messed up.

"In this one, the girl was seven, the boy was eight. Ten years have passed. She held that shotgun with such pride after she shot some animal, I don't even remember what it was. He was right next to her, worried sick that she would accidentally hurt herself. She'd been hunting with him dozens of times before that, but that same protective feeling never faded." I looked up at her and took another picture. "And in this one, the same girl had just almost been taken by the ocean. The same boy had grabbed her, but the current was too strong. Can you imagine how he felt? She was four and he was five... She lived, of course, her brother saved her." The tears started coming, from both of us. I took another picture. "In this one, she was fourteen. He was fifteen. You can't see their faces, only their backsides. They were about to go hiking." I was practically bawling at this point. I didn't even have to tell her who they were.

"Why don't I remember any of this? I mean, the hiking? I should remember that. It was only three years ago."

"At exactly 1:53 , we were on some rocks. We'd done it about a hundred times before. You slipped. Before I could've caught you, you'd alread fallen and hit your head." I must've looked like a baby, crying so hard. "You were unconsious for about five days. When... When you woke up,,, you looked at me and asked who I was..."

"Keira!" Carrie called from downstairs.

"Hold up!" She yelled back, wanting me to continue.

"No, you should go. I wasn't supposed to tell you any of this."

"Maybe not, but you're sure as hell gonna tell me more," she defended, but I stayed silent. "Did you try to remind me?"

"I asked your mom what to do, because it wasn't my call. She... She said to just leave. The reality of it was, she knew I wanted to become a singer, she knew it was what I was working for. She knew I was going to make it happen, no matter what. She didn't want me to be gone and you to be missing me. She used to accident to cut me out of your life." I can't explain how hard I was crying. It had gotten to the point where I felt light headed. I thought I was going to pass out right there, on her bed.

"What do you think now?" Why this was important, I don't know.

"I think she had good intentions. And she was right about my music career, but the whole 'missing me' thing, I'm not so sure." I smiled a little through the waterfall of tears that were flowing out of my eyes.

"Well if you were as important to me as it looks in these," she held the pictures up to my face," I would've missed you a hell of a lot."

I smiled even bigger, "You don't look upset or anything anymore."

"I'd already figured most of it out."