It was a nice to finally speak again, walk again, just all around live again. Even though William decided it was a must for me to go on tour with him. He kept saying he couldn't go through the agnozing fear that I may not be okay. It always confused me, his moods, they just never made sense. We were only friends, best friends at that, but he always seemed to treat me like his girlfriend or something odd like that. I didn't know how to react to it.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked casually.
We were in Boston and he decided that we needed to take a stroll through the town. I shrugged, "Just thinking how nice it is to be here, with you," I said smiling.
He grinned, "I'm glad you finally approve of coming with me! I was getting worried you'd never forgive me," we stopped at a bench. He looked me deep in the eyes, "Hayden, I want you to know that I really do care about you. That whenever you're not with me, I'm thinking about you. Always wondering how you are, who you're with, if you're okay. It's kind of pathetic, really. But I can't help it. I care about you alot."
I took a deep breath. I looked into his eyes. A part of me was confused and another was ecstatic. But what was I ecstatic for? I didn't get what he was trying to tell. Stupid, stupid concusion...
"William, what are you trying to say?" I asked dumbfounded.
He took a deep breath, "Hayden...I love you. And not in the friendly type either, I really love you."
I gulped. This was definitely not expected from him. William was my best friend. I mean I never, ever, considered him a brother to me. This was just out of the ordiniary. I didn't know what to say.
"William. I...I think we should head back to the hotel now," I whispered for the fear of my tears falling would ruin everything.
He sighed, "I'm so sorry, Hayden."
We walked back to the hotel. It was silent. Not the nice silence either, it was an awkward silence. I felt horrible.
Once we got back to the hotel and were back to the level with our hotel rooms, I scrambled to get to my hotel room. To be alone.
"Wait Hayden," William said pulling my arm so I was facing him.
"William, I'm...sorry. I just don't know how I feel right now. And I didn't want to say I felt the same, because I don't. But I also don't want to say that I didn't feel the same, because a part of me does. See? This is confusing! Nothing makes sense. I just need some time alone, okay?" I choked out.
He was quiet but nodded. He hugged me tightly and I embraced him back. Finally I pulled away and went into the room.
Now I had to choose between two things. One; leave the touring behind and go back home. Two; stay and have awkward moments with William. But neither of them sounded intriguing. They just sounded like ideas that'd hurt William and I deeply. I hated causing pain, especially to others.
There was a knock on my door. I looked through the peep hole and saw Mike standing out there. I opened it and smiled shyly.
"Hey Mike."
He smiled back, "Look Hayden. I'm not here to have a long discussion with you. I'm only here to say this: If you love William, which you do but you just can't see it, then you won't leave. Becaue if you leave, not only are you hurting the both of you two, but you're hurting all of us. We love you and want you to make the right decision. So just go with your heart, okay?"
Before I had time to react, he was already out the hallway and walking into his hotel room. I sighed. So, I was staying. But did this really mean that I loved William back?
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