My Record Store Romance

While the World Cried With Me

Chapter 17; While the World Cried With Me

MRSR officially reached over 50,000 reads on July 8, 2013. I cannot thank you all enough. I never thought it would make it there, and it has. I owe it all to you guys.

On another note, I LOVE the songs you guys requested last chapter, but once I saw Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, I knew it would be perfect for this chapter. This song really holds a special place in my heart, but know that almost all the songs you guys suggested will be going into this story in one chapter or another. Make sure to check them out as they come along!

This chapter is dedicated to LoveMeBabes for leaving a comment that made me enjoy being a writer even more. A special thanks to JustHearMeOut for the banner on the side!

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-HAILEY'S POINT OF VIEW-

As I pulled my keys from my back pocket, I couldn't help feeling anything other than impeccably happy.

My heart thudded at an unsteady rhythm, my fingertips warmed, my smile unwavering. Glimpses of the day flashed instantly in my mind.

First, Drew's face. Grinning and glancing over at me with his soft brown eyes as we sat on the couch, Ally snoring softly. After that, the sound of Drew's voice as we talked silently, strong and smooth, now like a song in my mind. Then, me shaking as I stood on his porch, electricity running up my arm as his fingers brushed mine. I laughed to myself, thinking about how nervous I had been this morning  when I had went to return the bracelet, and all that I would've missed out on if I had left earlier. But even from just the memories in my mind, my heart leaped.

And as I unlocked the door to my house, slowly turning the door knob as it squeaked in response to my return, I could only manage one thought.

I had been wrong earlier, so indefinitely wrong. I didn't like Drew;

I was falling in love with him.

I couldn't believe it had taken me this long to realize how I felt. I mean sure, I had known I liked him, but love? I never, in a million years, had even guessed it would get this far. He was motorcycle boy, the boy I nearly ran over, the boy who I hated, the jerk who made fun of me and pushed me over the edge. But, he was also the boy who had covered for me when I had broken the records on the wall, the boy who said things without realizing them, the boy who had asked me out to dinner and taken me home and let me come inside.

But most of all, he was the boy who was slowly taking my heart, piece by piece.

I stepped into the living room, not even bothering to wipe my shoes on the welcome mat outside the door. My flip-flops clacked against the smooth wooden floors, and even though I couldn't see anything in the dark, I knew exactly where to place them as they slipped off my tired feet. Shutting the door behind me softly, I let out a breath I didn't even realize I had been holding in. And then I leaned against the door, sinking down until I was on the floor and running a hand through my hair.

Drew had been right. Even though it had only been a twenty-four minute walk home, after the first two minutes, I had realized walking home alone at night in the dark was terrifying. Every flutter, step, snap, honk, or in other words; any sound, was amplified. Literally convincing me someone was either about to jump from the bushes and kill me or that I was going to get kidnapped one way or another. It wasn't very comforting, and to people passing by I had probably looked like a maniac, peeking around every corner and squealing every time a bug flew in front of my face.