Allergic to Roses

Goodbye, So Long

"I can't believe you're not going to say anything." Ainsley voiced her disbelieving opinion on the way over to the airport, all our luggage stuck in the back of the small taxi we were in.

Ainsley was sitting to the left of me, and Jordan to the right, her usual bubbly self now silent, her slight whimpers the only indication that she wasn't sleeping.

I turned to face her, her watering blue eyes and extremely messy blonde hair. Her makeup was smudged underneath her eyes and she looked like a train wreck. "Jord, it's going to be okay."

Her lips pulled upwards a little and she nodded, before they went right back into a frown. "I don't think it will."

I sighed and put my free arm around her shoulders, bringing her sobbing body closer into mine. "What happened?"

"I went to see Duncan, right? And he told me that he didn't know if long distance could work, and I said that if two people really love each other it could, and he kissed me and said we could try. But Arlee, it's not going to work, is it?"

I looked down at her. "It's only going to work if you want it too."

Jordan nodded into my shoulder. "You should listen to your own advice," Ainsley muttered as she looked out the window, small rain droplets pooling at the base of the glass surface.

"I don't have to explain my reasoning to you," I told her pointedly, looking out Jordan's window instead of hers.

"But you have to explain it to yourself. Harley, it doesn't make any sense. Losing the two most important guys in your life because of stupid reasons!" She suddenly snapped, making my eyes burn at the thought.

Because it was true, I had lost them.

"She's right," Jordan told me, looking up at me between her thick eyelashes.

Sighing again, I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone and headphones, hastily putting them in and selecting my "sleep" play list and closing my eyes as Heartbreak Warfare by John Mayer came on.

No one really ever wins in heartbreak warfare.

How ironic.

Drop his name, push it in and twist the knife again. Watch my face, as I pretend to feel no pain.

It really hurt, my heart, and my whole "ignore everything" facade, but what else was there left to do?

***

Axel's POV

A slamming door made me jolt awake, my hands automatically rushing to my head as I quickly stepped foot out of bed and stood up, causing me to momentarily black out a little.

"Duncan?" I yelled.

I threw on a sweatshirt over my bare chest and grabbed sweatpants off the corner of my bed, sliding them on as I hopped out of the room and down the stairs to see where my friend was.

"What's going on, man?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen to see Duncan with a bottle of Vodka in his hand, the top open and his head tipped back as he chugged. "Why are you drinking so early in the morning?"

He shrugged his shoulders and turned so he was facing me. My eyes widened as I saw how he looked, he was like the poster child for heartbreak.

His eyes were rimmed red, and there were tears stains running down his cheeks and his nose was glistening in the dim lighting of our kitchen.

"She's gone." He croaked, his voice scratchy sounding as if he was crying for a while or screaming.

"Who?"

"Jordan. Ainsley, all of them. They're gone."

My heart rapidly started thumping in my chest. No, no, no. I never got the chance to say goodbye, or fix things.

"What do you mean, gone?"

"Gone, gone. Like on a plane this fucking second, gone."

My chest was rising and falling faster now as I progressively got more anxious. "What's their flight number?" I called over my shoulder as I ran to the front of the apartment and threw on my Tim's, not looking as I put on shoes.

"B10 something!" He called back before taking another gulp of alcohol before he walked over to me.

"Jordan already said goodbye to me, and it's only going to be harder if I go with you. Go get your girl," he told me, patting me on the back before taking another swig.

"Take care of yourself," I told him, eyeing the bottle in his hand.

He gave me a lopsided grin, "don't I always?"

I rolled my eyes and ran out of the apartment, hopping into my car and speeding off to the closest airport, thinking of scenarios of how this would go in my head.

I ran through customs after buying a ticket, rushing through security and not even bothering with my shoes as I sprinted towards her flight, which I found out was B10382 and was boarding.

My feet carried me through the mess of people until I reached the flight, and I saw Ainsley's red hair before anything else.

"Harley!" I yelled loudly, earning the attention of random onlookers as long as the four of them, Wesley standing as far away from Harley as humanely possible.

She turned around, her dark brown eyes finding mine. "Harley," I breathed as I started to walk towards her. "I'm so sorry, of course I trust you. I didn't mean that before, I was just really jealous, I- you can't leave. I need you. I love you, Harley Masken, and I think I have since the day that you called out that lady and were sarcastic as hell, because each time I saw you I fell deeper and deeper in love with you, and I just didn't have the guts to admit it to you."

Her eyes glistened as she listened to my apology and I saw her hesitate before she grabbed my head on either side and pulled me to her, her lips locking mine for a second before she pulled away. "I think I love you too, Axel Rose," she told me, smiling her beautiful grin the whole time.

But that didn't happen, because as soon as I got to her flight, which was actually B10992, it had already left.

Taking Harley along with it.

***

A/N: Picture of Jordan, Harley & Ainsley (from left to right)