The Unextraordinary Life of Alexandra Jane (Editing)

Chapter Thirty-Six: Driving

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I drive towards the airport leaving everything behind me, including Harry

My phone continues to buzz in the upholder. I try my best to ignore it, that’s the only sign I need to know he’s read my letter. The letter was mostly true, I do want what’s best for him and I do blame myself for a lot of the shit that has happened to us this year, but no one will ever love him the way I do. No one could ever learn to understand why he tugs at his hair or why he twists his rings when he panics, no one will know that he hates ketchup or that he double knots his shoe laces. No one will ever be able to know Harry as much as I do.

I park at the airport garage, turning the car off. 

My heart aches at the thought of him reading the note and believing my lies, thinking I don’t love him and that I will never love him. Tears brim the corners of my eyes and this time I don’t try to push them back, I let them fall and roll down my cheeks and then drip off my chin. From now on Harry’s won’t be here to wipe them, and I need to get used to that

Harry’s POV

I frantically dial Alex’s phone number praying she’ll answer

Nothing, fuck

I throw my phone as hard as I can at the wall in front of me, a cloud crack sounding through the small room.

I drop my head in my hands, why did she do this? Why now? These past days have been fucking amazing, what did I do? She doesn’t mean it, I know she doesn’t. Alex loves me, I know she does. 

I’m gonna be back for her, and you won’t have no one Harry. This time Alex won’t pathetically crawl back to you

Louis words from the night of the dance replay in my head over and over. Each time making feeling an infusion of rage course through my body.

Alex’s POV 

“Flight to New York City, New York has been delayed for due to the heavy snow, please plan the delay to take thirty minutes to an hour. Thank you, safe traveling!”

The voice from the speaker above me makes me wince at the her words. 

Great

I pull my suitcase and twirl the tiny airplane necklace around my neck follow the number of the gates looking for gate 2

11, 10, 9

I’m suddenly pulled back and I fall. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going!” I hear a voice immediately apologize

I take the hand that’s offered to me and stand up

“Alex?” 

I look up to find two black eyes staring back at me. Her hair is pulled up in a bun and she’s wearing dark purple lipstick.

I stare at her defined features and try to match the face with a name, but I can’t

“Hi..” I say, trying to manage a smile

“Remember me?” Her voice is morphed and comes out high pitched, like nails scraping on a chalkboard

“Rosalyn?” I ask with wide eyes, last time I remember seeing her it was only for a split second, I never notice how, pretty she was. A pang of jealousy strikes me in the gut but I ignore it