If We Could Only Turn Back Time ( A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I willingly let go, once again returning my eyes to the road. I heard Niall crack open the car car window, letting out a sigh, "Guys?". No body answer, but he continued, "I don't like all this fighting anymore...it's...it's too much. And over a girl. I don't know how either of you truly feel about her, but-". "I love her". Everybody suddenly turned their attention to Zayn, except me. I just pounded my fists repeatedly into the car horn. I stopped after slamming my fists into it about twelve times and recieving angry glares from the car around us.

Anne's P.O.V

I sat downstairs on the living room couch, Gemma fast asleep on the side chair on the other side of the room. Cops still swarmed the front yard, sometimes walking into the house to ask more questions. I still didn't know how Gemma could be sleeping through all of this.

Suddenly my phone began to ring. Harry's name lit up the screen. A smile crept on my face as I picked the phone up and answered, "Harry, where are you?". "Well uhm...mum...we're kind lost". Suddenly one of the boys shouted in the background, "We told you not to turn off the highway!". I shook my head, "What's around you?". There was a few seconds of silence. "Blackness..". I rolled my eyes, "Use your GPS Harry, goodbye..". "Wait MUM!". I put the phone back to my ear, "What?". I heard a sigh, "Is she alright?". I paused for a moment, "Just get here fast Harry..", hanging up the phone.

I set my cellphone back onto the coffee table quietly. I tip-toed past Gemma before making my way upstairs.

The door to Harry's old room creaked as I tried to open it quietly, failing. The light was still on as I peeked through. Cheyenne was fast asleep. I walked over to the bed, pulling the covers over her. I walked back out of the room, leaving the light on.

I walked down the hall until I heard the front door creak open and then a shout, "MUM!?". I continued down the stairs, listening to Gemma yell, "Gosh darn it Harry, you woke me up". I turned the corner into the lounge, hearing Harry mumble back a 'sorry'. I stood in the doorway, "Gemma, why don't you go up to bed?". The boys all turned to me as I gestured them to sit down.

Harry's P.O.V

I knew a lecture was coming from my mum, but all I wanted to know was how Cheyenne was doing. From her tone on the phone, it didn't sound entirely good. "Mum...how is sh-", I started. "Harry", she warned. I stopped my sentence in it's tracks, becomming more nervous by the second. My mum sat down, "When were you going to tell me everything?". I looked at her confused, "What do you mean?". She raised an eyebrow, "I mean...when were you going to tell me you proposed to her? I heard it on the news and was waiting for a call, but never got one". "I'm sorr-", I got cut off again. Mum held up her finger, "And more importantly....why would you cheat on her? After everything....all the bullshit she went through to be with you boys...you treat her like crap? Harry I did not raise you to treat any lady like that. You don't deserve her. Are you even my son? Who are you?".

My head now laid firmly in the palm of my hands, not wanting the boys to see to slight amout of tears falling from my eyes. I quickly stood up, "Where is she?". My mum looked at me with a blank expression on her face, "Your room..". Zayn stood up and began to walk after me. I turned my body to face him, point back towards the lounge, "You fucking stay here..". Zayn sent me death glares and I turned back around walking up the stairs.

I pushed my old bedroom door open, noticing Cheyenne neatly tucked under a few blankets. I took a deep breath, kneeling at the side of the bed. I reached my hand up, stroking her cheek slightly, letting out a faint chuckle, "Funny how things work out, huh?....Cheyenne....I'm so sorry this happened to you. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have ever cheated on you with Taylor or rushed into things. I really fucked up....I - I guess I was trying to show Zayn up. I thought that knowing you longer would just bring you into my arms like all the other girls, but you were different. You didn't just crawl into my bed like everybody else. I was an asshole and your feelings for me disappeared. I'm sorry for all the bad things I've said to you, and all the horrible things I've done to you. It wasn't fair to you, especially coming from somebody you called your best friend". I paused, taking in another deep breath, letting out another chuckle, "We used to be so close. What happened? I threw it all away. Hah, remember how we'd hang out every single day. Man, your smile could make my day a whole lot better. Remember how every night we'd wave to eachother from our windows just to say goodnight? Hah, those were the good times. Remember that time when we were sixteen? When we dated, but didn't tell anybody? And remember how  after that one night walking through the park, I kissed you? You probably thought we were fake dating for fun, but I wanted it to be so much more than that. Remember how we snuck into my house later that night, even though nobody was home? And how I took away something from you that you could never get back, and you did the same? That was the night I fell in love with you. You meant so much more to me than I could have ever told you. I was dumb for not saying anything and was heart broken when you dumped me and said it wasn't real if nobody knew. I felt dead inside. We were eachother's firsts for everything".

I sniffled a little, wiping away a tear from my cheek. I reach out to her hand, rubbing small circles on the back of it, "I guess what I'm trying to say is ending things like this was a mistake. I let people get into my head and convince me of things I thought I wanted. The band is important to me and so are the fans but you’re important too. I shouldn’t have played you wrongfully or cheated on you. I’m sorry I’m a prick, a blind prick. I don’t expect you to forgive me right off the bat but if you can find it in you to forgive me at all, I’ll take anything I can get. I messed up but I love you. You’re my everything, you’re the only thing that’s right in my life. I can’t do this without you. I can’t be without you. I need my best friend. You have to believe me when I say it was the worst mistake of my life and that I still love you with everything I have Cheyenne. My point is....I want us to be eachother's lasts and this time I mean it and will do anything to prove it".

I wiped away one last tear before getting back on my feet and heading back downstair, not caring if anybody saw me in this state. I made my decision.

Cheyenne's P.O.V

"I still love you with everything I have Cheyenne. My point is....I want us to be eachother's lasts and this time I mean it and will do anything to prove it". You tried your best to stay quiet and still as you listened to Harry. Your heart broke with each of his words. You felt his grasp release your hand. You could hear as he got up and opened the door. You shot your eyes open, trying to steal a glance at him, but to no use. He closed the door. You sat up, covering your face with your hands.

Harry's P.O.V

The boy's eyes spotted me as I walked into the lounge and sat down next to Louis. I covered my face with my hands. Louis leaned over, rubbing my back, "I haven't seen you like this Harry, not ever". I lifted my head, looking around the room with red, watery eyes, "I've...made a decision". The boys shot glances at eachother. Zayn scoffed, "What? You're finally going to leave Cheyenne alone? Did she shoot you down up there?". I shot up, taking his shirt into my fists, "You don't know shit Malik. I fell in love with her too! It just took me longer to realize it. You have no right to put your two cents into my life! Got it?". Zayn rose his fists, hitting me straight in the face, making me fall back, "You deserved that punk", the boys quickly pulled us apart, holding us back, "You're scum. What kind of man cheats on a woman? A coward, a piece of shit". "Guys STOP!", Liam shouted. Mum sat up, "Boys let's not do this now..". Tears streamed down my face, "You don't fucking know what it's like to go up there and pour your heart out, confess every mistake, and beg for another chance....when...when she didn't even hear me". The tension quickly faded. I ran my fingers through my hair, "I can't do this. I've made my decision..". Niall scratched his head, "Lad, what are you talking about?". I look at all the boys before lowering my head, "I'm leaving the band".