Chapter 33: True love stories never have endings.

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Allison's POV.

Richard Bach once said that true love stories never have endings.

I believed you Richard, I still do cause I don't think it's true love, infact, I think it's one sided love because he didn't say it back.

Laying flat on my bed and staring at the ceiling fan, I do what I do best, I drown myself in thoughts.

Why did I have to tell him I loved him and why didn't he say it back?

People say that love is the most beautiful feeling a person can ever experience, that love is just something unexplainable. I agree on the 'unexplainable' part but I don't know how I feel about it being the most beautiful, I mean yeah, it's fine to be in love but seriously, its okay for Hollywood to exaggerate about love but not in real life. not all relationships are filled with sunshine and rainbows and not all love stories have a happy ending.

So I have to except the possibility that he doesn't love me back and that he's leaving town.

Saying that I'm not sad about it would be a lie, so I except it for what it is and I tell myself that it's time to forget about him and focus on my boyfriend.

Who am I kidding?

I groan frustratedly, getting up from my bed and making my way downstairs, I hear two voices coming from the kitchen so I walk to the kitchen. I stand by the entrance, looking at my mom and Nick's mom talking about something on the kitchen table, they both notice my presence and they turn to look at me.

Nick's mom looks like she's been crying due to the fact that her eyes are puffy and red.

"Are you okay, Mrs Adams?" I ask, nervously. She smiles at me for some reason.

"You know, when I got pregnant with Nick, I wanted a baby girl but I had a boy and I forgot I wanted a girl the moment I laid eyes on him, he was so small and he was crying so loud" she laughs at the last part, just picturing the whole thing makes me smile. "But.." she continues, "I totally remembered I wanted a girl when he became a teenager" she adds and we all laugh. "And now he's leaving and I feel like I can't live without him around" she says, the room turns silent.

"So he is really leaving" I say more to myself. I knew he was leaving for real but I didn't want to say it out loud.

"He is" she nods, catching a tear rolling down her cheek.

"When?" I ask, uncontactably and they exchange a glance.

"He didn't tell you?" My mom asks.

"Tell me what?" I ask with an awkward laugh.

"He flies out tonight" Says his mom, my heart drops in my stomach.

"I didn't know that" my tone comes out low as I look down at the wooden floor.

Such an asshole.

"Yeah, he's packing his stuff as we speak" She adds.

Now I'm just angry, I know I freaked him out with the 'I love you' thing but was he really planning on leaving without saying goodbye?

"I'll be right back" I say to them before turning around and rushing out of the house, I trudge to Nick's house at a fast pace, fueling my anger each second.

His car is in the driveway so I know he's home, just when I'm about to knock on the door it flies wide open, revealing Adam.

He eyes me suspiciously while holding the doorknob.

"Did you just sense me coming?" I point at him.

He narrows his eyes at me, "What? No, I was on my way out" he says and walks right passed me.

"Okay..." I trail, letting myself inside the house. It's awfully quiet and so clean.

Just looking at the staircase makes me sigh, I take a deep breath, slowly climbing up the stairs.

I stand in front of his door hesitantly. Part of me doesn't want to go in there but I know I have to.

I finally kick a light knock on his door.

"Come in" he says from the other side of the door, I open the door, letting myself inside and ready to strangle him to death but his shirtless body laying on his bed knocks all of my senses out.

He averts his eyes from his phone and looks at me, from head to toe. Shit, I hate it when he does that but then again I'm wearing a shirt dress that my mom bought me and he's always wanted to see me in a dress.

I awkwardly wave my hand. He sits up and just stares like he's waiting for me to say something. Oh God, why am I here?

My eyes roam around the room, it's messy, There are clothes everywhere.

"Thought you were packing not unpacking" I comment without meeting his eyes.

"Yeah well, it's harder than you think" he says.

And then awkward silence, I can't stop thinking about what I said at Lilian's stupid party and I think that's why he keeps looking at me like I owe him an explanation.

"I was just drunk okay?" I answer his thoughts, looking at the wall far behind him.

"I didn't ask" he says.

"Yeah well, you were thinking about it" I scratch the back of my neck.

"You have no idea what I was thinking about" he chuckles softly. Damnit, now I wanna ask.

I want to ask what it is he was thinking about but we all know it's something that will probably leave me speechless.

"So," I lean my back against his desk, "going back to New York City huh?"

He gets up and slowly walks towards me.

Ah shit.

He stands in front of me and suddenly, I forget how to breath, his burning gaze burns my entire body and makes me feel like I'm literally on fire.

Looking at him and having him do nothing but stare at me is very infuriating.

"Okay, are you going to say anything or-"

"I love you too" he cut me off.

I raise my brows, "What?"

"I didn't say it back" he says in almost a whisper, his eyes searching my face.

I had been flipping back and forth, adding salt when I was supposed to be adding sugar, cringing myself to death and finding it hard to swallow anything all because I told him I loved him and he told me to take it back but now all of the sudden he loves me back?

"There's seriously something wrong with you" I try to walk away but of course he grabs my arm, keeping his hand there.

"I was just scared, Allison" he says, with a serious look and tone.

"Nickolas Adams was scared, big surprise there" I say sarcastically rolling my eyes.

"I'm serious, I really was"

"Why? Is it because you're still in love with that ex of yours? What was her name again, Kayla?" I asked, his eyes lower to our hands and his jaw twitches.

He sighs, meeting my eyes again, "Yes, I mean I thought I was still in love with her and she'll always have a place in my heart but that's all in the past now, I realized a little too late that I love yo-"

"Wait a second," I raise a silencing finger, "So you're really still in love with your ex?" I ask in disbelief.

"She's not exactly my ex, she-"

"Oh my God! Nick, what the actual freak show is wrong with you? You've had a girlfriend all this time and oh my God, I can't believe that you would-"

"Allison" he calls but I continue...

"You are so sick dude, honestly, you were literally comparing me to your actual girlfriend and I let myself-"

"Allison" he cupped my face and makes me look him in the eyes. "She died a year ago" he says and my mouth falls open, my eyes wide.

Holy shit.

"She... Died?" I ask, feeling confused.

"Yes, she killed herself" he retrieves his hands from my face and looks pained.

I open my mouth to respond but nothing comes out, what am I supposed to say? Sorry for your loss?

"I'm sorry, I didn't know" I murmur, he nods like saying 'I understand'

"I was so lost after she died, I didn't think I would ever fall for anyone else, I didn't want to fall for anyone else. Not even you but it happened. I tried to avoid it but it still happened and she wrote me a letter" he says.

"What did it say?" I ask, curiously.

"She apologized for doing what she did, she didn't say why she did it though and it was mostly about me moving on. Turns out she was right, love does happen at unexpected times and when you least expect it" he holds my hand while his eyes meet mine.

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling like a weirdo.

This would be a good moment to kiss him but I have a boyfriend and Nick's leaving in a few hours.

"You seriously need to break up with Carl" he says, like he was reading my mind.

And you seriously need to put on a shirt.

"What's the use? You're leaving anyway" I say. He smiles.

"I am" he nods, "But you know what?" He asks.

"What?"

"I bet my life that you're getting into NYU" he says, I smile.

"You think so?" I ask.

"I know so" he responds, placing his hands on my hips, lifting me and then sitting me on his desk.

I yelp, resting my hand on his bare shoulders. He's standing in between my legs and he is so close to me, I can barely breath because of it.

I feel his hand on my thigh and I gasp, out loud.

"Shit, I've barely even touched you" he whispers in that voice of his, he smells so good, infact, he's the only teenage boy I know who doesn't smell like teenage sweat.

"I know" I whisper back in my weak tone.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, staring at my lips. Damn it I want to say no, no you can't kiss me because you're leaving, because I won't stop thinking about the kiss. But then you had to look at me like that.

Fuck it.

I dig my fingers into his silky hair, having a strong grip and pulling him into a steamy kiss, there's that sharp intake of breath again. I feel his hand on the back of my neck and his thumb on my jaw as he slips his tongue in my mouth, deepening the kiss. The hand on my thigh slowly moves up, I don't stop him because I like it and I wanna know just how far he's willing to go with this, and so he does, he's hand finds its way underneath my shirt dress.

"You look so hot in a dress, you know that?" he whispers against my lips and my stomach tightens.

He's hand tugs on my underwear, hesitantly. Of course my nerves start acting up cause 'virgin'

He groans and lifts me, I wrap my legs around his waist and he walks us... Somewhere.

His bed, of course, he lays me down carefully, not breaking our kiss. His lips move to my neck, planting soft kisses as he continues going down, unbottoning my shirt dress.

Shit, everything feels so good and ooh- his kissing my belly button and still going down, he reaches the hem of my underwear and that's when I-

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa, virgin Mary over here" I exclaim, raising my hand and sounding drunk and lame.

He looks up at me and laughs, biting his lower lip. He looks toxic as hell and I'm afraid that look is my new addiction.

"Virgin Mary? Seriously?" He drops beside me, I button my dress and turn, sleeping on my side and looking at him.

"Do you prefer Jane the Virgin?" I ask.

"I don't even know who that is but it still sounds pretty bad" he chuckles, my lips stretch into a smile.

His face turns serious and he stares at me staring back at him, If I'm being truly honest, I like the way Nick looks at me, it's like he studies my face, like he wants to memorize how each part looks like. He leans into my face and plants a soft kiss on my lips then on my forehead.

I felt that.

"What was that for?"

"My own way of saying see you in New York" he mutters, a rock sits on my throat, "since your way screamed virgin Mary" he whispers, his hot breath fanning my face.

God, I'm gonna miss him.

I feel like staring at him all day long, I mean, I totally could if he let me.

"Hey, what was your first impression of me?" I ask, remembering the time I spilled my milkshake all over him.

"You mean when you ruined my shirt on my first day?" He asks, I roll my eyes with a smile. You also kissed Sofia on your first day.

"Yeah, on that day" I respond. He turns and glances at the ceiling like he's trying to remember.

"Well..." He trails, "I just thought that you were this really annoying clumsy chick in the hallway" he says, looking back at me. "You?" He asks.

"I thought you were really mean and you cursed too much for your age" I answer honestly.

He chuckles, shaking his head, "of course you did. My second impression of you was that you were an uptight angry for nothing bitch and I secretly hated you even though I didn't show it as much as you did" he admits, "but I knew I liked you the moment you puked on my shoes" he says, I shut my eyes, lifting my hands to my face.

He just had to remind me about that. He removes my hands from my face.

"Trust me, that was not your most embarrassing moment." He assures me. I don't feel very assured.

"Wait, that was when you knew you liked me?" I ask.

"Yes"

Gross.

"What? Why?" I scowl my face.

"Because, I wasn't angry, I was rather.. amused" he says. Now I feel assured.

"Can't you just stay?"

"I wish I could but I really can't" he tucks my hair behind my ear.

I can't believe he'll be just gone in a few hours.

"I'm kind of going to miss you" I trail my fingers on the ink on his chest.

"Just look out your window and think about all those times I stumbled into your bedroom" he utters, my chest tightens and I fight back the urge to cry.

"Including the night my mom walked in on us?" I ask, he shuts his eyes like he's embarrassed.

"Yes, especially that one" he laughs and I join him.

We stare at each other.

"I love you, stalker" he brushes my cheek with his thumb.

I better get into NYU.

I sigh restlessly, "I love you too, creep"


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