That Moment I First Saw You (TFF Fanfic)

Chapter 15: What Do We Do Now?

       Roland could not sleep that night of the party as he layed down. He felt no fatigue, rather anger and confusion about all that had happened in such a short time. Within the span of an hour, he had lost his bestfriend and the woman that he loved. He felt the anger begin to take hold of his chest again as he thought of the lies. He could not stand the thought of seeing her tomorrow. He had to make sure that she was gone.
       Scrambling to the phone, Roland hardly knew what he was doing as he called the airline and bought tickets to the place where they had found Delilah which was Sacramento, California. Taking one last precaution to make sure that she was gone before he woke up, Roland called his bus driver and was relieved to find that he was still awake.
       "Hey," he greeted him trying to hide the shakiness in his voice. "Yeah, everything's fine. I just need you to pick someone up at six tomorrow morning. Yep, here from this hotel. Her room number is 101."
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       Roland's mind was murky as he awoke from a horrible night's sleep. Rubbing his eyes drowsily, he could have sworn that he had heard a knock on his door but now he wasn't sure. He sat up in his bed, not really able to remember the night before clearly. Was it a dream? he questioned himself with a groan. At that, a loud knock rattled the door which confirmed Roland's earlier suspicions.
       Nearly falling out of his bed, he walked over to the door and was surprised to see Curt who was leaning with his hand on the doorframe. He looked like he hadn't slept well either.
       "Hey, Ro," he greeted with a weak smile. "Can I talk to you about something?" Roland cocked his head and then nodded.
       "Yeah, sure," he replied. Curt watched him for a second before entering the room, weary of how calm he was acting. Placing a hand of the back of his head nervously, Curt decided to blurt out what he wanted to say before pride overtook him.
       "Look, I just wanted to come here to apologize for last night. I was being a jerk and I shouldn't have been mad about you not telling me something that was your personal business."
       Taking in his words, Roland's mind was suddenly taken back to the night before and how furious he had been at Delilah. The lies that he had  found out about. Feeling a remainer of what would have been burning anger, Roland was surprised to find that it was no longer as intense as it had been before.
       "No, you had a right to be angry with me Curt," he sighed. "It was stupid of me to keep that secret from you. I just didn't want to cause problems within the band because of my relationship with Delilah." Curt then shook his head.
       "You wouldn't have caused problems. Everyone loves Delilah. Even Nicky." Roland looked at him doubtfully. "No, serious. I talked to Manny this morning and he said that they had both seemed to patch it up between them."
       "Really?" questioned Roland with a smile that only lasted for a second until he remembered that he had broken it off with Delilah last night. He then looked down and tried to swallow but couldn't. "Now that you say that, I feel so much better...but worse at the same time." Suddenly exhausted, Roland walked back over to his bed and sat down on it's edge. "I blew it with Delilah and made a fool of myself, all because I was mad at her for keeping a secret from me." He paused and then bit his lip. "And here, I just did the same thing to you...and you forgave me. Like a best friend should." Curt then walked over and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder only for Roland to suddenly stand up. "I need to apologize to her. I need to make things right. Will you come with me?"
       "Well, you know I will but see that's what I talked to Manny about this morning." Curt paused awkwardly and Roland knew something was wrong. "You see, Manny tried knocking on her door this morning, but she never answered. It's eleven a.m. and she usually doesn't sleep that long." At that, a dormant memory stirred in Roland's mind which then gave his heart a jump start.
       "Oh my gosh." He cupped a shaky hand over his mouth. "Did I really-?".
       "What? What is it Roland?" Curt asked in alarm.
       "I was so angry last night that I booked a flight for Delilah back to states." Widening his eyes, Curt's mouth dropped.
       "What? Roland why would you do that?"
       "I don't know, I don't know," he cried pressing his hands to his head. "I was just angry..."
       "Well, when does it leave? Maybe we can still catch it," Curt said hopefully.
       "No, it's too late," answered Roland devastatedly. "Her plane left at six this morning. She's already halfway to California."
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       Delilah sat in a stuffy plane watching outside the window for anything to distract her from her problems. But the world outside was dark so instead of scenery, she could only see a bedraggled image of herself staring back. She disgustedly turned away.
       Seeing something come into her peripheral vision, Delilah glanced around hopefully only to find that it was just a flight attendant walking by. She sighed sadly. Everytime someone walked by, she always somewhat hoped that it was Roland who had slipped onto the plane and was coming to tell her that he forgave her. But everytime she looked, she was only further disappointed to find it was someone else.
       Why would I get my hopes up that he would forgive me? I know that he never will. I should have always known that no one will love me enough to look past my mistakes and just love me for me. I will forever be alone.
       At that, Delilah turned her face back towards the window and closed her eyes. No matter what she did though, she did not sleep for one moment the whole flight back to California.