After 3

Chapter 249.

Songs for this chapter are:

Say something- A great big world ft. Christina (check out the Hessa video for this song, I put it as the trailer for this book, it's literally the best video ever. I have watched it at least twenty times!

Red- Taylor Swift

All I want- Kodaline

 Tessa's POV.

England? Why would Hardin be going to England? Is he moving there after he graduates? I re-read her text message,

*Did you know Loverboy is going to London next weekend?*

Next weekend!

I rest my forehead against the steering wheel of my car and close my eyes. I thought Hardin and I were finally learning to communicate with one another, why wouldn't he tell me that he's planning to go to England so soon?

My first instinct is to call him and ask him why he is hiding the trip from me. I stop myself from doing that because this is the perfect opportunity for me to try not to jump to conclusions without asking him first. There is a chance, a small one, that Kimberly is mistaken and Hardin isn't going to England next weekend. My chest tightens at the thought of him still wanting to move back there.

I'm still trying to convince myself that I'll be enough to keep him here.

Hardin's POV.

It feels like ages since I've pulled into this parking lot. I've been driving around for the last hour, going over the possible outcomes of coming here. After making a mental list of pros and cons, something I never, ever do, I shut my car off and step into the cold afternoon air.

I glance around the building and find his truck is parked directly outside. I'm assuming he's home, if not I just wasted my entire afternoon and I'll be even more irritated than I already am. The brown building is set just off of the street and a rusty staircase leads up to the second floor where his apartment rests. With each step of my boot against the metal staircase I go over why I am here in the first place.

Just as I reach the apartment labeled "C", my phone vibrates in my back pocket. It's either Tessa or my mum, neither of which I want to talk to right now. If I talk to Tessa right now, I will be thrown off of my plan and my mum will just piss me off with her insisting that I come to England for her wedding.

Ignoring the vibration of my phone, I knock on the door. Within seconds he answers, wearing only drawstring pants. His feet are bare and an intricate tattoo on his stomach shows, one I haven't seen before. He must have gotten it after he tried to get with my fucking girl.

Zed doesn't greet me.  Instead, he stands in the doorway with an obvious look of shock and suspicion on his face.

"We need to talk." I finally say and push past him to enter his apartment.

"Should I call the cops?" He asks, his tone dry.

"That depends on whether you cooperate with me or not." I take a seat on Zed's worn leather couch and stare up at him.

Dark hair covers his jawline and frames his mouth. It feels like months have passed since I saw him outside out Tessa's mum's house instead of only a week and a half.

"Well, get to it then." He sighs and leans his back against the wall on the opposite side of his small living room.

"You know this is about Tessa,"

"I figured as much," he frowns and crosses his tattooed arms.

"You aren't going to Seattle."

He raises a thick brow before he smiles, "I am though. I've already made the plans."