Take It Out On me | An Elias Lindholm fanfiction [*on hold*]

Part Three

My hands shook as I sat in the truck, staring at Elias’ house. Maybe I should just text him and say something came up? I mean, I should be driving back to Rei and Addie’s dorm to watch movies for a while, but instead I find myself back here. Just as I go to leave the car, my phone sounds and lights up.

‘Hey I just remember jeff ask me to pick up some stuff before we leave so can we talk another time?’ I read.

Oh. I guess he had the same thought as I did; I want to know now what he was going to tell me though. Whether it was about Mason or himself, I want to know.

‘yeah sure’ I reply simply.

Whatever he had to –or wanted to– tell me could wait. If he needed time to think for whatever reason or he wasn’t ready to tell me, or just didn’t want to, that’s fine. I can wait for him.

I quickly pull away from his house and head to the dorms, which were conveniently not too far. I call Rei and Addie to let them know I was almost there and make up some shitty excuse as to why I was late. When I get to their dorm and step inside, I can already feel the tension. The look on their faces is almost indescribable. They look upset, more anger on their faces than anything, but upset.

“What happened?” I ask carefully.

The tense look on their faces quickly drops and they almost look– sorry?

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-Elias’ pov-

“Cancelled again?” Jeff asks as we drop our bags at the door for later.

I roll my eyes and step past him; he knows how I feel about the topic and Hadley. I told him everything even though I had promised Hadley I wouldn’t tell absolutely anyone.

“You got to face the situation sooner or later, bud.” He says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Later sounds good to me.”

He laughs, but because my answer is cowardly. I’m not afraid of Hadley, not at all. Hadley isn’t someone I could ever be afraid of I don’t think, she’s so delicate. The way she carries herself like a strong person who can never be torn down by anything or anyone is the most inaccurate description of Hadley. Inside, the real Hadley is a frail person who doesn’t like to show her emotions. I guess what I’m “afraid” of is hurting Hadley or putting her in a position that would upset her or put stress on her. I love her too much to do something like that to her. I know she loves Mason, not me, but a part of me believes that she could like me or want to date me. I know right now it’s a long shot but I know Mason isn’t doing her any good. He’s a scum bag but Hadley won’t come to terms or realization of that. She’s been hurt far too many times to let someone like Mason go, no matter what he does to her. I know I’m better for her and can give her what she needs.

“Maybe she loves you, too.” Jeff says quietly.

“I doubt that. She’s too caught up in her boyfriend to realize I’m better for her or realize that I love her.”

“I think you should just tell her, maybe she’ll think about it and possibly give you a chance. You never know if you don’t try.”

“Next time,” I sigh.

I lied to Hadley as well; we don’t have to be at the airport for another few hours. I had planned to just tell her and leave, I guess. Like break the news to her, “Hey, I’m sort of in love with you and have been for longer than you even know, got to leave now!” but that seemed stupid so I just made something up. Now I’m left here, again, backing out last minute. She probably doesn’t care though, so at least I’m not putting ideas in her head and making her wonder or worry about things. The only time I had done so, which I regret now, is kissing her. But kissing her sent sparks and chills throughout my body, I felt like I was on a high. Hell, whenever I was with Hadley I felt like I was on a high and wouldn’t be reaching ground level anytime soon.