Better Left Unsaid-A Kian Lawley Fanfiction

Chapter 4 - Enough

A few months have passed since Kian found out.

We've had some encounters, but he doesn't say much. He always acts like he's in a rush to be somewhere else. With someone else.

After that first night, I left my window unlocked in hopes he would stop by and try to talk things out. But he never does.

I keep little contact with the other guys because I don't want to try to force them to pick sides.

I called Connor a few days ago and told him that I had heard the whole conversation. He apologized profusely and swore he would try and fix everything, but clearly whatever he can't.

I don't think I handle seeing him. Or any of them, actually. Basically, I have cut off all of my friends, and my family are 3,000 or so miles away.

I moved to California when I was 5 from New York. After I was old enough to buy this house, my parents and siblings scattered across the country. So, without Kian or the guys, I have nobody to talk to.

I can't take this anymore. I'm so sick of feeling sorry for myself and slouching around with nothing to do.

So I'm packing my shit and going back to New York. My Mom and Dad have a house out on Long Island and said they would love to have me back. I might rent out my house or something to pay the bills while I'm there.

I pack my suitcase into the car and set out for the airport. Reaching into my pocket, I grab my phone and open up my contacts list. I think about calling Kian. Maybe I should let him know that I'm leaving. That his

I pass the O2L house on the way there. His house is pretty close to mine, on the next block over.

When I arrive at the airport, I sit down with some coffee and my new book and I try to relax. After a few minutes of finger tapping and foot shaking, I grab my phone again. I search for Kian's number in my contacts again. I decide I needed to call him. I needed to say goodbye and finally let go of my feelings for him.

I hit the call button and am almost immediately sent to voicemail.

"Hey...I wanted to say goodbye. I've decided to go back to New York for a while. I need a break, or something. Anyway, I just thought you should know. But I'm pretty sure at this point you don't really care to know. Sorry for freaking you out and ruining our friendship," I say as I wipe away a tear that escapes from my eyes. "Well, I should get going. See you when I see you."

I end the call and shove my phone back into my bag.

The lady on the intercom booms, "Last call for flight 13!"

Even that number reminds me of Kian. It is both of our favorite and lucky numbers. I start dragging my suitcase towards the gate.

My bag half-slipped off my shoulder and some of my stuff tumbles off of my shoulder. I groan and bend down to pick up my belongings

I notice someone's hand start to help me put all of my crap back in my bag. As I slowly look up, I kind of expect to see Kian. Being the lovesick fool I am, I want him him to come and stop me from leaving. I want him to tell me he loves me too, that he needs me.

That if I left, he'd be the one heart-broken.

But it is just some stranger.

"Thank you," I say as he flashes a smile.

"Hey, are you on this flight?" He asks, his brilliant white teeth glistening.

His eyes are full of a genuine sincerity. I nod, and he offers to take my bag.

"That's very nice of you," I say as I hand it to him.

"Thank you, miss," he chuckles as he sprints off with all my money, my boarding pass, my phone, and my new book that was actually really good.

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Well, this just explains how great my life is. Him stealing my purse just goes to show how weak and gullible I am. You never give your purse to a stranger, not even for a second.

Well I guess I'm stuck here now. He took my car keys! And I have nobody to call, cause I don't have friends or a phone.

I could use a pay phone...but oh wait! He took all my change! Great.

Now I'll have to beg for money. And to walk home, it's about twenty miles.

I bury my face in my hands and being to cry for the first time in months. All my stress and sadness that I have stuffed inside pours out. My mascara runs like crazy and my nose runs too. I sit down on my suitcase and close my eyes to pretend all of this isn't happening.

"Carrie?!" I hear someone call.

I don't look up. Whoever it is shouldn't see me like this.

"Carrie!" They shout again.

I slowly remove my hands and stand up to face the caller. It sounded like a guy, but I don't see anyone whom I know. I spin around and I feel someone's warm body hug mine. Though I can't see their face, I know exactly who it was by the smell.

"Kian," I whisper into his hoodie.

"You can't leave."

"Why not?"

"Because you're my best friend. I can't lose you."

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I know this chapter was kinda depressing....sorry. 😕