Just A Farm Gal

Extra Part (Noah's Point Of View)

Noah's Point of View (when he went back to London)

"GO THEN!" Hallie screamed at me. "We are over!"

My world felt like it ended right there and then, and I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart.

"Hal, no..." I started but she was already storming out of the room as her mum called after her. I heard her bedroom door slam.

"Go after her." Gracie told me.

I went to her bedroom door and knocked on softly. She didn't open the door or say anything, so I said goodbye to her mum and headed downstairs, ready to leave.

I took a piece of paper and a pen from the kitchen counter and sat down to start writing a letter before I left. Tears pricked my eyes as I wrote the heart-breaking words. I put the pen down and left the house, not looking back. I couldn't look back. All I wanted to do was run back up those stairs and barge into her room to kiss her, but I know it wasn't what she wanted. She needed space.

I got into my truck and put my forehead on the steering wheel. The tears that pricked my eyes were now threatening to spill over onto my cheeks. Surely Hallie wasn't serious about us being over?

I started to drive away and got back to my house quickly, I wasn't paying attention to the roads. I pulled into my driveway and took my phone out of my pocket. I dialled a number quickly.

"Hello, Mr Brown? It's Noah Hughes. Yes... yes, I would like to accept the CEO position please. I can be in London tomorrow morning. Thank you." I said and hung up.

I walked into the house and straight up to my bedroom to start packing. There was no point in hanging around if I didn't have Hallie. Maybe I was making a mistake by leaving, but I knew that it was the best decision for now. My heart couldn't take the rejection anymore.

I grabbed my things and headed straight for the city airport. I kept checking my phone in case Hallie had tried to call me but nothing. I wondered if she would ever call me?

Back in London, I threw myself into my work which was good because it kept me busy. The stock market was stressful, and I was grateful for the distraction.

That didn't help the evenings though and how lonely I felt. My thoughts wandered to Hallie every time I was home. I wandered about my empty London apartment, not knowing what to do with myself. It was cold, lonely and sterile and certainly didn't feel like home without her.

I thought about her long blonde hair, her beautiful, piercing green eyes. Her fierce attitude and her infectious laugh. The way she made me feel after my horrible divorce; she gave me hope again and made me look forward to being in love again. Being in love properly. I thought about her stunning body and the feel of her soft skin underneath my palms. All that mattered was her. She was my everything.

I was torturing myself with the memories.

One week went by.

Two weeks.

Three weeks.

Four weeks.

Five weeks.

I tried to pick up the phone so many times to call her and I must have started a hundred letters before screwing them up and chucking them in the bin. I was so frustrated with myself for not finding the right words, for not being brave enough to call.

On the sixth week, I realised that I couldn't cope without her any longer. I was completely miserable and moody. London wasn't home without her. Nowhere was home without Hallie. I was really hurting. More than I had ever hurt before.

I rang the board and quit my job with immediate effect. They were angry but I didn't care. I had to get back to Texas. I had to be with my girl. I managed to get a flight in the very early hours of the morning, and I would get to my Hallie at lunchtime.

I couldn't wait to see her, and I hoped and prayed that would be able to forgive me. I rang the woman who I bought the Texas house from and told her I was moving back, and she was delighted. It was still empty, thankfully.

I finally got back to Texas and I parked on the side of the road outside of Hallie's house. A quick scan of the land told me she wasn't working on the farm at this moment.

I sat in my truck for a few minutes; my forehead resting on the steering wheel. I was bracing myself to see her. Would she even want to see me again? To talk to me? Was she still angry with me? Would she throw me out? Did she miss me? Did she still love me?

I took a deep breath. In a couple of minutes, I would see the love of my life again.

I walked up to the house and knocked on the porch door. A minute later, Gracie opened the door and looked at me in shock. She said a simple, "Oh."

I smiled slightly and she moved out of the way so that I could see into the kitchen. The breath was knocked out of me as I saw Hallie sitting at the kitchen table.

She looked like she had lost some weight, but she was still absolutely breath-taking. She was staring at me with her mouth slightly gaped open and I was staring at her too.

I finally managed to open my mouth, "Hi Hal." I managed to whisper.

Tears filled her beautiful green eyes, "Hi." She smiled softly.

I felt like everything was right in my world again.