Cliché to Original

Chapter 20

Rachel's POV

I've never been one of those people that could jump out of bed and immediately start the day, by today was different. Today, Kaylee, me, Madi, and Jenna were going wedding dress shopping. That was more than enough to motivate me to move my ass. I got dressed in a way too big, white, long-sleeved shirt, and tied a knot in the side, then I slid some shorts on that had some embroidery on the side. I left my hair natural and put some sandals on before heading over to Kaylee's apartment; even though it's technically Kaylee and Calum's apartment now. I am so happy that they hit it off when they met.

The drive over to her apartment was long and it gave me some time to think, but it wasn't exactly something I'd prefer to be doing. My thoughts clouded with what I was going to say to Michael the next time I saw him, and even though I knew what needed to be said, I had a hard time wanting to say it. I kept imagining the look on his face when I told him that I was dating someone now, and the look will only get worse when he finds out who it is. I shouldn't feel guilty, Michael was the one that wanted to break up. He was the one that didn't have even the slightest bit of trust in me. I told him over and over again that Niall and I were just friends; it was obviously true whenever I said it, but... I don't know. Then my mind started to turn to thoughts of how cliché this is.

I'm sitting in a taxi, thinking about my ex-boyfriend and I can still feel the butterflies spread throughout my stomach. The past couple of months they've slowly been disappearing, but then I come to Australia and all I can think about is him and how we've sat on this bench, or walked down that street, or hidden in that alley from screaming girls. Or how we went down that path to get to the spot on the beach where I first realized I'd fallen for him, hard. I never did say anything to him about it, because he didn't feel the same way, and I was thankful that the relationship ended before I was way too in over my head. I can already see the moment where he comes running after me, telling me he's loved me since he first saw me and that letting me go was the stupidest thing he's ever done... But I don't know if that's the cliché moment I'm gonna get, or the moment I desperately want.

Forget the fact that I'm dating someone.. I still love Michael more than anything, and I'd probably take him back in a second, but only if I knew I wasn't just going to waste my time in a relationship where we're at different places emotionally.

"Miss, this is the place," the taxi driver said, his Australian accent thick.

"Oh, thank you." I paid and climbed out, then slowly started walking inside. Jen had just gotten there so we ended up chatting in the elevator. "I'm sorry about you and Luke," I said.

"It's fine. Breakups happen. You have to be a little bit happy about it though," she giggled.

"Why would I be happy about that?"

"Because now you don't have to walk with Michael."

I smiled. "I'm definitely happy about that, not gonna lie, but I really thought you and Luke would be together for eternity."

"I don't know.. I guess we slowly started drifting apart and I started noticing my feelings for Louis-"

"Louis? As in Louis Tomlinson?"

"Yeah," she blushed.

"Are you guys like, together now?"

"Um, yeah."

"That's great!"

She smiled.

"Is Luke okay with it?"

"Yeah! I mean he should be, because I guess he's got a girlfriend now too."

"Geez, you leave for two weeks and you just miss everything. Have you met her?"