Past? What Past?! [ F I N I S H E D ]

Past? What Past! Part25

I sighed quietly to myself. I was a mix of emotions: happiness, guilt and sadness. I couldn't quite decide which feeling was strongest though. The body next to me was naked and covered in a fresh coating of sweat. He turned his head to the side and whispered in my ear: "I love you." His voice was not lustful, but full of love and I knew he meant what he said.

That was the worst part. He really did love me.

And I loved him back.

What the FUCK was I meant to do now?!

I was hurting him. I realised this. But I was hating this. Lying in a bed with him, knowing that I loved him and he loved me too. Sooner or later, I was going to have to choose, and it would probably not be him that I chose.

I'd have to tell him sooner or later, and being with him, like this, now, was just raising him up for me to crush him later. I was going to have to tell him.

Now.

"Brant," I whispered. He grunted, telling me he was awake. "Brant, I need to tell you something," I whispered urgently.

"What's up, babe?" he asked, turning on his side to look at me.

"We - we can't do this." Brant was silent. "I'm sorry. But I'm hurting you and Harry by playing you both. I'm a horrible person. I can't leave him. I love Harry."

"What about us?" Brant asked.

"I -" I started. Taking a deep breath I said. "I don't love you. I'll never love you. I'm truly sorry for stringing you along. I shouldn't have come here tonight. I'm so sorry, Brant."

"Fine. That's - right. Fine," Brant told me, getting out of bed and pulling on his boxers. He threw clothes in my direction. "You'd better get back to Harry. I know he'll want you to give him a quick shag now that you've finally ditched me."

I stood up and started getting dressed. Brant was getting really angry and I wanted to be out of there before he went ape shit.

"You know," he started. "I thought you were different! I mean, what did you think you were playing at? Was I just a bit of fun? To put the pressure off Harry? 'Oh don't bother, Harry, I'll just go and fuck Brant tonight instead of you!' Is that how it went? Is that how you roll? You know what? I'm fucking sick and tired of you and your shit! Get out of my house, you two faced fucking slag!"

I slipped on my cardigan, not saying anything to him. If I did, the truth would slip out, and I'd be stuck in the same position. I just had to put up with this pain.

'Think of Aurora, think of Aurora, think of Aurora,' I chanted in my head. I couldn't turn Aurora's world upside down again. She had just got used to living with Harry; I couldn't risk moving her somewhere else! And, to be honest, I was being selfish. Harry had saved me, and maybe Brant was bad for me. I couldn't take THAT risk either!

I walked out of Brant's house and got into my car, outside Brant's house. I got in Bernie and drove home as fast as I could without getting caught speeding.

When I got home, I found Harry waiting for me, in our room. I looked at him while he looked at me. Then I flew into his arms, crying my eyes out. He wrapped his arms around me as I told him: "I'm so sorry, Harry! I'm a horrible person and I wish I were dead!"

"What good would that do?" Harry asked kindly. "Aurora would be forced to live with Cal, and she'd be unhappy, and I'd be unhappy. Now, don't be so silly."

"I finished things with Brant. We're totally over, done, kaput. I'm never going to speak to him again, and I want to be with you and Aurora and I want us to be a family - a proper family!"

"Good," Harry whispered, kissing me lightly on my forehead. "That's good. Because I've wanted to ask you something for a while now." I looked deep into his muddy brown eyes and smiled. He stepped away from me and knelt down, pulling a box out of his pocket. A ring box. My eyes went wide and my mouth opened in shock as he opened the little box and found a shining silver ring with a diamond in it. "Abigail Harriet Wallace, will you marry me?"

I couldn't speak. I couldn't believe this! How long had he had this ring? It was beautiful! Sparkling, enticing me to reach out and touch it. I nodded mutely and took my hands away from my mouth. "Y-yes," I sighed. I was nodding my head furiously now. "Yes, yes, yes! Yes, I'll marry you, Harry!" I was crying, salty tears streaming down my face.

Harry grinned and stood up, embracing me, holding me tightly. We kissed passionately and Harry slipped the ring on my fourth finger on my left hand. "Thank you," I whispered quietly. "Thank you, Harry."

"For what?"

"For saving me," I said simply, before kissing him once more.

© Zoe A Proudfoot

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Well, all you Team Brant guys are going to hate me :L!

Want to know something really funny :L? Y'know how, in this story, Scotland got independence from England, and it was all thanks to David Cameron? Haaaa, Cam Cam is our new Prime Minister :L!!!! That's funny. Anyone else find that funny? I find it hysterically funny - I think I might be able to tell the future :O!!!

Okay, well see you next post... it's going to be a good long one next time :D. Probably on the 27th?

Comment? Vote?

Oh my God. Can't believe I typed that - I swore I would never type that :L!!

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