The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Let me.

Noah's PoV

"Just go, please." My back was turned to the girl who I didn't realise could break me within seconds. What in the hell made her change her mind about us? Did I do something last night that she didn't like? No, she enjoyed the intimacy we shared. She told me that no one has ever made her feel as loved and as special as I do. My only thoughts is Jason and she's just trying to save his arse by lying to me about it. For fuck sake.
"I'm sorry." She sniffed. I don't know if she truly meant that.

Once she had left the room, I stopped hunching over the dressing table and reached for the closest thing in sight, her hair brush. I grabbed it, anger suddenly taking over and I launched it to the wall. She's hurt me yet, I still love her. I could never not love her. Arielle is the only one that can make me feel this alive. Her touch sends me into overdrive and her eyes. God those eyes. Those deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls seized the depth and heaviness of one thousand untold stories. They glow with humor and playfulness that never seem to escape her eyes. That was up until now. Now they were full of guilt and sorrow. Looking into her eyes now, pained me. I need some time before I can speak to her and find out what is going on. I don't want to lose my temper but it seems as though it's going that way.

I didn't mean it when I told her to go but then again, I didn't want to hurt her. I didn't want to say something stupid that I would end up regretting.
That girl means more to me than one single person ever has done before.

I thought about following her, pulling her into my arms and telling her that I forgive her but I couldn't. She's got this thought trapped in her mind about us that I don't know if I can bare listening to. I don't want to lose her, I can't lose her. She makes me better. I'm a better person because of Arielle, can't she see that? I need her.
Maybe she doesn't need you. My subconscious added. The thought alone crushes me. I hope I make her as happy as she makes me.

With a huff and a wipe of my tears, I headed back over to the bed. I lay on my back with my arms up behind my head, staring at the swirls on the ceiling.

What is she doing right now?

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Arielle's PoV

Love is awful. It's awful. It's painful. It's frightening. It makes you doubt yourself, judge yourself, distance yourself from the other people in your life. It makes you selfish. It makes you creepy, makes you cruel, makes you say and do things you never thought you would do. It's all any of us want, and it's hell when we get there. So no wonder it's something we don't want to do on our own.
I was taught if were born with love then life is about choosing the right place to put it. People talk about that a lot, feeling right, when it feels right, it's easy. But I'm not sure that's true. It takes strength to know what's right. And love isn't something that weak people do.
Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope. I think what they mean is, when you find somebody you love, it feels like hope.

Noah feels like hope.

I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going but walking along the path, feeling the sun of Bora Bora beaming down on me was pretty therapeutic. Although I must say, I was getting some pretty strange look from strangers walking towards me. My cheeks were red, stained with tears and most possibly mascara. Even though it's waterproof, it doesn't really stay true to itself.

I folded my arms over my chest, the warm breeze moving my hair back from my face as I headed towards a little strawberry stand not too far from the beach. God I hope I don't run into dad and Kelly. They'll be questioning me to no end.

I wiped away my tears, tucked my hair behind my ears and headed closer towards the stand where a guy stood, talking to the girl the other side of it. As I approached, he gave me a quick look before doing a double take and frowning. I took this as my opportunity to ask the girl for a tray of strawberries. Was I going to eat them all to myself? Hell yes.

As I held my hand out with cash, he gently placed a hand over it, stopping the lady from taking it.
"Let me." He looked at me to which I shook my head.
"You look like you're having a bad day." He gave me a sympathetic smile. Now do I take that as a kind gesture or somewhat rude? Like do I look that bad? No. This is sweet of him.
"Thank you." I spoke for the first time in about two hours. Man I was wandering for a long time. This is one of those places where you could just walk for hours and never get bored.

He took the strawberries from the lady and turned to face me.
"Wanna go and sit for a bit?" He asked. I looked at him. Like really looked at him. He seemed as though he was only a few years older than me with piercing green eyes and perfect beach waved hair down to his shoulders. He wasn't my type at all but he sure was cute. No. Stop.
"Sure." I nodded my head slowly, maybe talking to someone about this all would be good for me.
"Thank you for that, by the way." My legs moved a little faster than they had been as he took such long strides towards the beach.
"No problem. Wanted to make your day a little better." He grinned, showing off his pearly whites that were lined with braces.

Shall I talk to this random stranger about my problems and get some weight off my shoulders? Probably not but I'm going to do it anyway.