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Chapter Fourteen- I’ve Never Heard Silence Quite This Loud

‘Sneaky little bitch’

‘Sleeping with him’

‘I know what makes you want me’

‘Live your life without me’

‘Without me’

‘Without me…’

I twitched myself awake in bed, only to blink my eyes and find Rupert sitting on the end of the bed staring out the window.

“You should get up” He whispered, not moving his eyes from the dreary sky.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to find what was real and what wasn’t. I sat up on my forearms.

“Is he back yet?” I asked. I had spent most of the night trying to call Tom, and the rest of it waiting for him to come home.

“No, he won’t be back for awhile” Rupert said, still not looking at me.

I let myself fall back onto the pillow, covering my face with my hands. “So you talked to him then.”

“Only for a little while.” He whispered, quietly before standing up and heading for the door. “You need to make this right” he said sadly, finally looking at me.

“I’m not the only one who is at fault here” I reminded him, running my fingers through my hair.

“No, but you don’t understand just how much you hurt him. He needs you more than you think.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. Was it really my fault that I didn’t understand?

“I have a plane to catch, but I’m not joking around Cas you need to fix this” He frowned at me before walking down the hallway.

I looked across the hallway to our bedroom door. It hadn’t been open all night. I slept on top of the covers in my old room, staring at it until early this morning.

I looked down at my cell phone that had dropped to the ground from my hand sometime in the night. I scooted off the bed and picked it up.

No call, at all. No activity other than all of the calls and texts I had send; some nice, some not so nice.

I clutched my head. How could I lose all of this in a matter of hours? It didn’t seem possible…if only I had told him sooner. Really he does have a reason to be mad, but surely he would and should still trust me, right? I just didn’t tell him that I was talking to an old friend…that just happened to be male.

He doesn’t have the right to shut me out like that, did he?

I sighed, and dialed his number again…only to get his voicemail.

“Tom, please call me. We need to talk about this, and not just over a phone…I love you” I flipped my phone closed and walked into our room.

Isn’t it funny how the setting doesn’t change, just the feeling around it.I quickly fled into the bathroom and took a fast cold shower. I dressed lazily and walked down the stairs.

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