Waves at once

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

"Just fly with me" Andrew smiled as he sat up in his bed, blonde hair facing all sorts of directions as he sent me his usual boyish grin

"I'm flying with the girls, Andy" I giggled as I tied up my hair while entering the bathroom

"They won't mind- okay Ellie will...but come one, breakfast then we'll fly?" He pleas and I go silent for a moment as the tap runs and I contemplate

"Yeah, sure" I sigh in defeat before splashing cold water onto my face.

The scent of Andrew's cologne filled my nose as I paced around, in his shirt, collecting last nights clothes which were spilt all over the place.

"Anywhere you want to go in particular?" He asks and I shake my head while picking  up my heels

"I really couldn't care less" I shrug before sighing as I sat on the edge of the bed. Clinging tightly onto my clothes

It wasn't Andy. It never was- the sex was always great and he was so sweet when he wanted to be. Almost a gentleman. But the idea of Oliver had put me in a mood.

I know I had done this in spite of Oliver.

"What's wrong?" Andrew's voice was gentle as he took a seat beside me. His dark eyebrows knitted together as he watched me, concernment dancing all along his face

"Just a bit out of it I guess" I ran a hand through my hair and "Also... Olly's just-"

"Don't let that prick bother you" He snaps as dark rooted anger begins to fill his clear blue eyes.I was caught off by this. After all, he was Oliver's best friend.

"I thought you were his best friend?"I question dryly as I look at me intensely.

"Doesn't mean I don't see how he treats you" He answers as while he rested his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it. And although I used to Andrew's touch representing that of a sensual and explicit implication, this time it was friendly and platonic. Comforting. "And when I say you're the most amazing person I've ever met. I mean it. And he's just a stupid little boy that hasn't realized what his lost yet... but he will soon. And when he does, the ball will be in your court" He kissed the top of my head as he stood up to contuse getting changed.

"And what do you think I should do?" My voice was soft, not to say it was because I was whispering, I was just conflicted.

"You're a smart girl Jules, whatever choice you make I support you" He smiled and a warm, wholesome feeling fills my stomach "As long as we can still fuck" and I burst out into laughter as I toss a pillow at him as he chuckles

"I'm gonna go get ready... pick me up in an hour" I smile as I stand up form my seat, holding on tightly to my belongings.

"Will do, love"

And when I leave the room and walk down the long elegant hallways, of course, none other than Oliver himself is standing outside my door. As if debating whether or not to knock on it.

"Can I help you?"I raise an eyebrow as I feel my heart beginning to break to pieces again. But I couldn't show him that. I could never show him that.

He stares at me like a deer in the headlights. Wide dark eyes with lips slightly parted. Words scrambled out his mouth in an odd, inarticulate manner while he tries to quickly pull himself together. But as he tries to compose himself, his eyes land on the blue button-up shirt that covered up most of my torso. He eyed the bundle of clothes I held then looked up at my messy bun before looking down at his shoes as he clenched his jaw.

"Wanted to see if you wanted to do breakfast"
"Andy and I already have plans" I mutter dryly as I ensured the space between us stayed distant.

"Well maybe before your flight we could-"

"I'm flying with him so, we'll probably leave straight after breakfast" I answered awkwardly, trying my hardest to not sway "Maybe next time" but I knew I'd ensure there never was a next time.

I glided past him as our shoulders brushed. And at that exact moment he held onto arm, forcing me to turn to him.

"Don't."I snap viciously as I pull my arms back "Don't fucking touch me, Oliver" I could feel my face growing red in annoyance as I took a seatback

"Maybe in Paris, at your favorite bakery" He suggests, not the words I was anticipating to hear.

"maybe a fucking apology"

"Sorry" He mutters and I simply nod as I open the door to my room, and slam it just as quickly. Leaving him standing in the hallway alone.

And I don't know whether it was the heartache or the anger of it all. But there was a slight chance, that although I was madly in love with him. I just might begin to resent him.

By the time Andrew and I are sitting down at what I assumed is some over-priced cafe, I've pretty much shrunk into my own black hole of thoughts and emotions. Unsure of how to project them in a comprehensible manner. The waves were drowning me as I tried to find my feet, but the current forced me in one direction as I gasped and gargled for air. Only to have water fill my lungs.

"He really ruined you?" Andrew raised an eyebrow, startling me as he had abruptly snatched me out of my thoughts.

"What do you mean?"I mutter as I reach for my cappuccino, sipping on it gently as I stare down at my classic English breakfast

"He broke your heart"

"Doesn't he always?" A small stupid yet pain-filled smile played onto my face as I stared into his blue eyes which we filled with genuine concern. But they always were.

"Not like this" He adds in slowly shaking my head. For some odd reason, this made my stomach drop and all emotions leave my face as I stared at him with a blank expression.

"How's your food?"I question as I try to change the subjective, feeling uncomfortable as I shift around in my seat "Any good?"

"Don't let him get to you" Andrew pushes causing an immediate retaliation

"And what do you know Andy? You can't stay in the same relationship for longer than three months" I snapped viciously and he watched me, unbothered by my outburst as he chewed on his food, as if waiting for me to finish. Silence falls over us as I watch him chew away causally, the ambient New York sounds fill up the odd atmosphere. Unsure what exactly to expect from him.

"At least I know my worth"