Wild Hearts {#Wattys2014}

Chapter 44

Cameron's POV

I looked and looked for Meredith a few hours more, but I didn't know how long I would be doing this. There's so much I could do.

I headed for LA right after an hour of search at the hotel, and had a feeling I knew that Meredith would be there. I needed her. I needed her now.

We might've had a fight, but I wasn't willing to let that change anything between us. I wasn't going to let her go so easily. If she knew that I loved her, she would know that I would do anything for her.

I needed to find her. She was my love, my world, my muse, and I would never be able to love anyone but her. I knew that for sure. I loved her too much to let her go like this. It's all my fault. I didn't let her feel as loved as she was meant to be. She probably thought that I had feelings for Stephanie still, but I didn't. And I needed her to know that it's not her fault. I love her more than anything, it wasn't her fault at all. She's my Princess, and she didn't do anything wrong.

I got a call from Blake while I was at a small rest stop to get gas. I wasn't in the mood to here his bullshit at the moment, but it might have had something to do with Meredith.

I swiped my finger across the screen.

"What did you do?" Was the first thing this idiot says to me.

"What the heck is your problem?" I snap back.

"What did you do to Meredith? I found her at a train station here in LA crying her heart out! " just imagining what he said broke my heart.

"I didn't do anything, I- I lost her. " unable to find the words I spit those words out.

"Could you do anymore damage to her?" That crossed the line.

"Damage?! Damage?!? I was there for her when you fucking killed her best friend! I was there for her when you fucking broke her heart! I was there for her when you just stood there watching her fight Stephanie! I was there every fucking time you weren't to clean up your bullshit!" At the end of that rant, I was out if breath.

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Meredith's POV

My mind was all a blur. I cried so hard, that I didn't even know where I was going. At one point, a young British girl comes up to me.

"Are you alright?" She asked me.

I shake my head, wiping my unwanted tears away.

"Aww, it's okay girl. " she said, bringing me in for a hug. She looked at my suitcase and asked me "Are you headed for the train station?" I said yes, not knowing where it was, just hopelessly in confusion.

"Come on, I'll take you there. Oh, by the way, my name is Meg. " she said holding out her hand.

I regain my strength slowly, and shook her hand, "Hi, my name is Meredith. " I said.

She smiled and told me to follow her as we walked to the train station.

As we walked along the sidewalk, I realized that Blake saw me crying a few minutes ago, but I quickly moved away before he noticed. I didn't need him to see me, my exes weren't going to hurt me again.

Meg kept talking about where she was from, how she ended up in this town, how she was excited to leave here. I didn't mean to be rude, but my mind was all over the place, I couldn't think about too many things at the moment. My mind was just focusing on one thing. My future ahead of me.

"Hello? Earth to Ms. Meredith!" She said swaying her hand in front of me.

"Sorry, " I said shaking my head as if I was shaking away my thoughts. "Yes?"

"We're at the ticket booth. Where are you off to?" She asks.

"Oh, I'm headed for Los Angeles. " I looked at the big board sign on top of the ticket counter and looked at the prices and departure times.

I took my wallet out and waited in line with Meg to purchase the tickets.

"So Meg, where are you going?"

"Same as you. I just told you that. " she said with an excited voice.

"You did?" I asked in a complete confused time.

"Yes, but you were obviously too preoccupied by your thoughts. " she said with a small smirk. "I know that look. " she said looking up at the ceiling.

"What look?" I said looking at her.

"That look you're making. You're in love face. Everyone has it. "

I felt like someone stabbed my heart again. I knew I was in love with him, but I refuse to believe it. I needed to get over him. It was finished between us. I had my new chapter in my life to think about.

"I'm not in love, not anymore at least." I say looking down at my converses before I started crying again.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is that what you were crying about?"

I just nodded my head a little and closed my eyes as tight as possible before another tear came out.

"NEXT!" The ticket counter man called out.

"Umm, two tickets to Los Angeles please. " I said. I had to thank Meg somehow, the way she picked me off the street and helped me find my way.

"Wait, Meredith, you need one ticket only." Meg says in a confused tone the way I did just a few moments earlier.

"it's a form of my saying thank you for helping me find my way here. it's nothing much. " I said with a weak smile to her.

"That's very nice of you, thank you. " she said as I took our tickets and headed for the terminal.

Two Hours Later

I fell asleep on the train to Los Angeles, and I called Kale to pick me up from the station. He seemed confused, but I was going to explain later.

I said my goodbyes to Meg and both of us exchanged our phone numbers.

I waited outside of the Los Angeles Terminal, waiting for Kale. I saw Kale's car come up and I went inside.

I explained everything to him, EVERYTHING except our first night at the hotel, because that wouldn't have been the best thing to tell your older brother.

I started to feel a bit sick, my stomach hurting and I had a few migraines, but I just ignored it.

I went inside the house and just went up to my room when we finally got there. I just fell into my bed, finally being able to rest after all that happened.

I woke up the next morning, told my family about Ireland, and packed up for my flight the next day.

On the day of my flight, I was nervous. I was leaving my life behind, and starting a new one. I felt sad, I wasn't going to see these amazing people for the next whole yeah until I came back for vacation. The whole family helped me pack yesterday for my big move, and it was emotional. I loved them all, even if I knew them for such little time.

I got to the airport, and said bye to everyone. It was sad, very much sad,

but I had to do this for my own good.

I got on the plane, all ready for my new life.

It was time that I left all this behind, all the pain I endured in such a limited amount of time, and it was about time I started to take control of my life.

I looked out the window, and my thoughts got distracted when I saw someone sit next to me.

Welcome back Cameron.