Maybe You're The One For Me (A Greyson Chance Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13

(A/N) Hey Guys! I'm back! I was sooo planning to post this thing like the day after I posted the other one and I really wasn't serious with the 50 reads thing but I got sick, really sick... So I'm better now and you actually did the 50 reads thing! Love y'all :DDD BTW. The surprise is...

DUN.DUN.DUN.DUN

This is written in [YN]'s POV!

P.S. This chapter is dedicated to you guys... Thanks for making me feel not so alone when I am :D

Always remember to READ, VOTE, COMMENT, AND FAN :DDD

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"When I saw the break of day I wished that I could fly away Instead of kneeling in the sand Catching teardrops in my hand..." -Norah Jones

(YN'S POV)

My hand found it's way to my mouth as I stared at the empty bench... I'm too late... A piece of folded paper was found on the bench and I reached for it. I unfolded it and read the words...

"Dear [YN]..." I read on smiling and frowning at some points or the other. 

My heart stopped, "I imagine talking to you when I get back, you'd meet me at the airport and I'd hug you, pull back and say, "I love you." and maybe by that time you'd respond by kissing me... And I'd finally get what I was waiting for... You." His sweet words always did that to me...

My breathing stopped and my heart stopped, "I want you to remember and know that I'm not leaving you... No, I'm giving you space... I will never let you go. But, the minute I come back I won't ever leave you again..." What does he mean about leaving? Where is he going? Is this why he called me here? I fell to my knees on the sand. Tears streamed down my face and dropped to my numb hands... Why didn't I come here? Was my brother right about losing him?

Why didn't you come? You ask... This is why. It's because I'm afraid he might do this. He might tell me he loved me...

*10am*

The morning light shined through the window as my eyes blinked open. I sat up looking around... I was in my bed... Greyson must've carried me to my room. I sighed getting up and getting ready to cook breakfast. The girls texted telling me they'd be home a little past three in the afternoon. I stepped into the kitchen and found a note. 

"Meet me at the Santa Monica Pier, our bench... 6pm." I read out loud. 

I sat on my high stool head in my hands as I reread the note again and again... Was my brother right?

*Flash back*

I helped my brother pack his stuff up again, "I like him..." He suddenly said.

I looked up cocking my head to the side, "Who?" I asked.

"Greyson, I approve of him for you." He said smiling.

I chuckled, "We're not dating." I said feeling my cheeks burn.

"He like's you, [YN]... No, he loves you." Cam said.

I looked up, "No, Cam... I can't believe that lie again..." I said truthfully.

*End of flashback*

I sighed taking a seat on the couch burrying my head in my hands.. What was I going to do? I didn't know if I could trust him... Trust him with something that's been broken too many times. I didn't know if I even could trust myself around him... I wasn't stupid, I knew I was falling for him and there was no stopping it. I don't know what to do... I just need time. Time to think. The door opened causing me to jump up... The girls we're too early.