Not Prince Charming (Completed)

30 - journey

“I’ll listen to her, ‘cause I know how it hurts.”
If I were a boy ~ by Beyonce

“What was that all about?” Hadid asks, coming closer to meet me at the spot I’ve been standing in for the past two minutes, watching Noah leave.

“He wants me to come with him to his family Christmas reunion this year,” I reply.

“What? When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow.”

He moves to stand in front of me. “Not to alarm you or anything, but isn’t Luke also going to be there?”

I nod and wrap my arms around myself. “I’m pretty sure he would.”

“I don’t need to tell you that this is a bad move, loving someone is one thing, having them love you back as hard as Luke does is another and being under the same roof might just not be the best right now, at least not until the contract is over.”

Luke and I stopped communicating when I told him to stop calling to check up on me a few weeks ago. He did nothing wrong. I just couldn’t help wanting more whenever we talked. I wanted him to be close, and I wanted him to come to hold me and touch me, and I couldn’t think straight. It hurt to tell him not to call anymore, but I was a mess and I had to make him hear and understand my reasons. Luke, being the man he is, was more than willing to put everything on hold for me. We haven’t seen each other since the last time I was drunk and the family reunion in Noah’s arms isn’t a good image.

I shrug and walk away from him, but he follows. “I don’t know what to do. I know the risks, but what choices do I have that will not make me look like I’m hiding something? The contract is 9 more days. I’ve survived the past few months. Well, I think I will survive the next 9 days.”

“This is bad.”

“Yeah, well, tell me about it.”

“Are you going to go get your things ready, then?”

“No, Wesley has already put them together.”

Hadid goes over to his girlfriend and I watch Alex and mom smashing the cake to each other’s faces before wiping it off and kissing each other.

The cake fight is the last rite of the Jacksons Alex family before the newlyweds would begin their journey to their honeymoon destination.

“I’m all covered. I’m a cake!” Mom groans with a half-angry, half cheerful look.

“Happy marriage life, mom,” I said, smiling widely.

She smiles back, “Thanks Avril, I’d hug you, but don’t want you smeared with this, too.” She points to the cake all over her face and gown.

The white gown she’d worn for the reception is now covered with both pink and chocolate colour and if you think about it, it looks great.

I’m so grateful everything from the morning till now had been perfect and I hope nothing ruins that. “It’s okay, I know you do.”

“Is something wrong, child?” She asks, her eyes dimming as a concerned frown settles on it.

I shake my head, “No, I’m just going to miss you, that’s all.” I say the first quick reply that crosses my mind.

There’s a sadness that appears on her face and stays as I say this. “I’ll call you every chance I get.”

Alex comes over to us. His white long sleeve is also smeared with pink and chocolate colour as well as his brown hair and wraps his arms around his wife, who doesn’t complain and pulls her closer.