The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Home sweet home.

Arielle's PoV

This heartbreak feels cold. It feels like concrete drying in my chest. This heartbreak was unexpected, as they always are; top of the world one minute and cut down the next. Then again, all of this is my fault.
I left somebody who loved me despite my many faults. I left somebody out of fear. Fear is an incredibly powerful influence, it is also a disguised demon. He looks at me like a stranger now, only worse.

"Are you ok?" My dad nudged my side, knocking me out of my trance.
We were now seated on the plane, the next day, waiting for set off.
"Mhm." I mumbled. No I wasn't ok. I was hurting.

Last night was horrible. Sharing a room with Noah was unbearable. The silence that filled the room was enough to drive me to tears. I'm sure he heard me crying but he didn't do nor say anything.

After he had told me he hated me, I felt a pain, an unbearable pain. It was indescribable. I knew he didn't mean it. He had to not. We were good for one another yet I was stupid enough to ruin it. It needed to happen though, something worse was bound to happen sooner or later. I wish I never even got myself in this mess.

Dad and Kelly revealed the 'not so exciting' news to me last night also. I forced on a smile, telling them how happy I was for the two of them. I wasn't lying, I really am happy that they're finally taking it to the next step but now it just makes things all the more awkward for Noah and I. Let's face it though, I've ruined whatever we had forever. He's never going to love me the same. He's just back to hating me, a place I once wished we would never return to.

I reached for my phone, plugging my earphones into it as the plane began to move. Man, I hate flying. Even more so this time around. I have no Noah to help me. I soon felt my dads hand reach for my own and he smiled at me.
"It's normal." He reassured me as my heart pounded in my chest at the bumpiness.

I am never going on a plane, ever again.

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Coming home has never felt better. All I want right now is my bed. I want to curl up in a ball, watch a stupid romantic movie and cry myself to sleep.

My appetite seems to have disappeared completely in the past 24 hours and my dad thought there was something seriously wrong with me when I turned down a fresh donut.
"Home sweet home." Kelly let out a happy smile as she unlocked the front door, stepping inside.

Noah pushed past his mother with his suitcase, heaving it up the stairs. My dad was next, carrying both his and Kelly's up before I followed closely behind him.

The second I reached my bedroom, I locked the door shut, rushing over to my bed and letting out the streams of tears that had been threatening to escape the whole plane ride home. I hate this and do you know what the worst thing is... my bed sheets smell like him.

I groaned, sitting up and wiping my tears away.
"Stop being a pathetic little bitch." I mumbled to myself, pushing myself off my bed and to my dressing table where I sat on my chair.
My appearance made me jump. I looked emotionally drained. My hair was piled into a heap on my head, my makeup free face was starting to show several spots scattered around my t-zone and the big black bags under my eyes showed the lack of sleep I got last night.

Ew I'm so ugly.

I tore my gaze away from the mirror, huffing at my suitcase that needed unpacking. I just didn't have the energy right now.

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Noah's PoV

I looked at the closed door, silently listening to her soft cries. I'm such an idiot for hurting her but she's hurt me so much more.

I need to hate her. I need to stop the strong feelings towards her. All I want to do right now is go in there and comfort her but that's a stupid idea. I must have been pacing outside this door for about ten minutes now. If anyone comes up, it's going to look weird.

I was quick to turn on my heel, walking back to my own room where I fell down to the bed. My suitcase was shoved to the corner of the room. I'll probably empty it in a months time.

Ugh I need to do something. Something that'll take my mind off of her. I can't sit in this house and listen to her cry all night. It was bad enough that I had to do that last night. I felt around the bed for my phone, not plucking up the energy to just lift my head and look for it.
Once I found it, I opened up Jude's number.

TO JUDE
Yo dude u up for drinks 2nite

Not even moments later I get a reply.

FROM JUDE
In Markies down road

I knew exactly where he was talking about so I rushed up, slipped my shoes back on and headed out.

I needed a drink. Alcohol sounds so good right now to help forget about everything that's happened in the past 24 hours. I was debating whether or not to take my car but I decided against it, knowing that I definitely wouldn't be fit enough to drive home and I'd rather not risk getting my license taken away from me.

I'll probably end up sleeping at Judes or some shit. Just like the good old days. The days where I didn't meet some stupid bitch that changed me into someone I'm not.