People Always Leave (Hunter Hayes Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Two months had passed since that night. Yes, Hannah was still with Murray. She couldn't bring herself to give up on him quite yet.

Their one year anniversary was just around the corner at which point Murray informed Hannah he would be out of town for the final rounds of his hockey games. For some reason, she wasn't that torn.

Hey, maybe I'll get one of those long, heartfelt texts I used to get. Or maybe even a phone call. Hannah thought.

Well, fast forwarding to the night of their anniversary: no long text, no sweet phone call, nothing. Once she texted him, telling him goodnight, the most she got back was "Sleep tight, beauty. Happy one year." It just seemed so forced.

On any other anniversary this would've been acceptable. Hannah knew the flame was burning out but she still held on. She settled. One thing she swore she would never do. And it was only Junior year.

The days went on, class went on, their not-so-loving relationship went on. Until one faithful morning on a cold, January day, she woke up to the first long text in months after a huge argument that night. But it wasn't the text she wanted to read.

Did Murray really just text dump me? Hannah thought, a knot in her throat and tears welling up into her big, brown eyes.

Yes, he did. After a year of giving him everything she had, he only had enough respect and dignity left to break up with her via text.

So the usual crying, and long nights at her best friend's house went on. Longer than most expected. She grew into this dark place. It was a place full of sadness and fake smiles.

By now it was the end of April and she was still crying herself to sleep every night. It also happened to be the last day of school. She'd been holding her breath for so long she was happy to finally be out. Tonight Hannah would be staying with the only person in the world who has stuck by her side through the good, the bad, and the ugly. Emory. Hannah's best friend and heart.

Just around sunset, Hannah pulled into Emory's driveway and parked. Em had been acting weird all day. She'd called Hannah about an hour ago and told her to wear a cute outfit. So the best that Hannah could do, still stuck in the funk she'd been in for months, was dark skinny jeans, light grey, knockoff Vans she'd purchased at Target, and just a plain, grey, Converse brand tank she'd also gotten from Target. Her long, thick, brown hair was pulled to the side in a messy braid, strands falling loose. Her whole outfit was kind of contradictory, but hey. The Vans were knockoffs anyways.

Hannah grabbed her bag from the passenger seat and before she could even lock the doors, Emory ran out of her house in a floral dress and cowboy boots. Hannah just stood their with a sarcastic look on her face, one eyebrow arched.

Emory was the epitome of a stereotypical white girl who barely knew an ounce of country music about to attend a country artist's concert. Hannah was as southern as the next girl. Country music was the only thing that played from her radio. But it was Augusta, Georgia. Cowboy boots weren't exactly the norm. And Hannah usually judged the girls at those concerts who showed up looking...well, like Emory.

"God, Hannah! I told you to be here at 5!" Emory shouted, yanking Hannah by her arm and into her old Taho.

"Sorry, Em-" Hannah was cut off by the yanking. "What the Hell are you doing, dude?!" Hannah managed between being shoved into the passenger seat of Emory's car.

"Hold onto these and ask questions later. We're gonna be late!" Emory squealed through a grin on her face, ear to ear.

Concert tickets. Hannah should've known just from a glimpse of her best friend. She looked down at the name and practically peed her pants.

Author's note: I'm sorry for a slow start! Thanks for reading, y'all! Tell me how y'all like it and if you want more!