Heart's Games

Heart's Games|Chapter 42: Let Go of my Hand

Chapter 42: Let Go of my Hand

"Remember," Seth said as I got down from the car he had rented. "Call me if you need anything. Be back at the hotel before eleven."

I nodded my head and didn't even argue. Because as soon as I turned my gaze, I saw Tyler standing there. His hands were tugged inside his pockets, and he wore a smile that made me go numb.

Sometimes you meet someone, and you feel kind of scared. But you don't understand why. If this is just a person and you are just meeting them. But it is a small warning from life...warning you that this person is going to flip your entire world. Whether it is a good thing or a bad thing depends on what direction your world was pointing at before meeting them. The only problem is that my world doesn't seem to stay still for a moment, and I've never been able to tell where I'm heading to.

While looking at Tyler standing there, in front of the cafe, I felt my stomach twist. I couldn't help but smile, even though that was the last thing I felt like doing before seeing him. It was what he did; maybe I didn't know if he could turn my world upside down, but he could work on my frown.

He took my hand and led me to a table outside the cafe, and I felt like if I never wanted to let go. Part of me was stupid enough to believe I wasn't going to have to.

A waiter came, glared at Tyler, and then asked us what we would like to order. Two coffees were all we needed. He left, and Tyler smiled at me. I smiled back. Every single word I had planned inside my head escaped that same moment, so I looked away from his beautiful almond eyes. I stared at the streets. At the cars moving by and at the people inside of them, most of them smiling. It was, after all, the merriest time of the year.

"The night looks beautiful," I said.

But isn't it always like that before the storm?

"Not as beautiful as you do," he said, and I turned to see him, grinning from ear to ear.

I chuckled. "Where did you get that from? The back of a cereal box?"

And yet, I could feel my face burning hot.

"I wasn't flirting, I was just stating something that is more than obvious to the people around us."

I'll never understand how he always finds the right words.

"After all, you didn't put on a cute dress, make-up, and a pair of heels to simply be asked what coffee you would like. I'm giving you credit for your effort," he said, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"So that's what you like, huh? You like me all glossed up?"

"I like you. The sentence ends there."

"It's sometimes harder than it should be," Tyler said, looking down at his coffee. "Don't get me wrong. I love my brothers and the guys, but I just feel like having to deal with them in the band as well...it is just kind of...exhausting."

"You say it like if you were so easy to deal with yourself," I scoffed.

"If I'm so hard to deal with..." he began, leaning closer to me, "then why do you put up with me?"

Because you're just the best distraction I could ever ask for.

"The same reason you put up with me."

He laughed, throwing his head back. I let out a few laughs myself, but I was a bit too distracted with the way he looked tonight. When he finally straightened and looked back at me, I didn't let the smile on my face disappear.