He'll never know

Hoping high

Andy's PoV

Ryan just came up to me suspecting Joel's ditched this excuse of a party to chase after that insignificant radio station intern. I sigh whilst grabbing my out dated leather jacket, everyone says I should give up wearing it. But I can't, Emily gave it to me when I first met her. This jacket is a part of a powerful and astonishing history. Which strangely enough I still remember it vivid as if it was yesterday.

*9 years ago 23rd, December 2005*

Girls, everywhere. Most holding hands with their lucky boyfriends or in groups with their girlfriends. I can't approach them what would they think? I probably look like a creep walking by myself. But I'm just alone, that's all. Nothing is really working at the moment. Everywhere I turn people shut doors on me, with numerous opportunities behind them.

With my head focused on the ground I'm not really aware with what is happening. Bash! Great, some ignorant person knocked me of my feet. On the floor giving myself the chance to revive I look up. The angel looks right back at me. Pure divine right in front of me. Strangers just give us dirty glances but I don't care. I feel as if I need to find time and freeze this very moment.

Ruby, glossy lips so damn kissable. Crimson wavy hair that falls perfectly onto her charcoal leather jacket. A supreme figure that every girl should really have to make Earth a paradise. Her skinny jeans fit her very snug and compliment her brown knee high boots very well. Her eyes shine brighter than all the stars. Mmm everything about her is just so damn flawless, then that's when I realize I've been staring way too long. But I can't help to catch one more glimpse before apologizing lots.

She giggles. "It's fine, I like your scouse accent."

"Thanks" I offer her a hand and help her up delicately. "Has anyone told you you're stunning?"

"No, not really."

" Well I am telling you this, I think you are everything. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

"Really? How do you know I'm not a murderer or a prostitute?" She smoothly says.

"Well if you were a murderer I would probably be dead in your creepy basement right now and if you were a prostitute you would be in my bed in my sexy basement within seconds."

She cutely giggles and smiles straight at me "I'm Emily"

"Its a pleasure to meet you Emily, my name is Andy" I take her hand and gently kiss it with my chapped, blue lips. " Would you care for a coffee with me?"

"You look like you need one! You must be freezing! Here, take this jacket I brought for my Brother. It should fit you, you can keep it if you want. I mean it probably suits you better."

I smile at Emily " Thanks" As I embrace her I get a feeling that Emily is the one I've been waiting my life for.

*9 years later, Current day*

Joel's PoV

I'm almost there, I really hope Hannah is okay.

A million scenarios run through my head as fast as lightning. Every traffic light stops me, it starts to get on my nerves. Red. Amber. Green. I feel like I'm breaking the speed limit every time I think of the girl I long to to be with. I pull up her drive. Not even bothering locking my lucky mondeo. Quickly, I ring the doorbell. Praying nothing serious has happened. That's when I hear a immense sob from the window above me. Screw this. I attempt to hit the door in, but it's reinforced as if it's made of titanium. I run like Usain Bolt round the back. Fortunately the back door was unlocked. I find myself in Hannah's gorgeous kitchen, she must be loaded! Granite is all I see, but I don't care about that at the moment. I search for the stairs like a lost puppy scampering around. This place is made for a giant! I spot the stairs and head upstairs as if Hannah's life could actually depends on this. Who knows what she could be going through. I count the wooden, painted white doors for the room that's above the locked front door. Then I hear Hannah again but this time she earsplitting screams.