Heart Wants What It Wants

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Chapter 6

Richie's P. O. V.

She's here.

She's looking so damn gorgeous. My heart beat stops every time my eyes lay on her. Unlike the other girls, her costume isn't too showy. Agreed. But still however she looks the hottest person here.

"Let yourself make your clothes gorgeous not the other way round."

The event is about to begin. This is an event that takes place every year, and the fourth year students always put up the show.

Mr. Washerman, our head came to the stage and started to give his never ending speech. Eventually it did end though.

“Oir first performer for the evening is Samantha Wilson”

Samantha was a girl in our year. She was mostly quiet but she wrote beautiful poems.

She began reciting one of her wonderful poems.

As it approached the end, I could see Liza. God....... Did I not mention that she looked beautiful.

Apart from everything, she was shaking.

Wait-what?

Why on earth was she shaking?

Her face was pale, and she looked moments away from being sick. But why?

Oh my God!

SHE HAD STAGE FRIGHT!!!!

How on earth could I forget. But what now? I know that she'd surely mess up for it.

I was sitting in the second row, exactly in between. There wasn't much I could do, except of.......

The moment she took her position on stage while the lights were dimmed. I shook my hands infront of my face, causing her to look at me, cause, well, come on, not everybody waves their hands infront of their face madly.

The moment our eyes connected I could see some of the tension move from her face. I quickly points at her eyes and then back to mine. I silently prayed that she'd get the message.

She did. And she gave my one of her softest and sweetest smile.

God, I'm soon whipped.

The song began. It was It Ain't Me be Selena Gomez. Her favorite.

"I had a dream

We were sipping whiskey neat

Highest floor, The Bowery

Nowhere's high enough

Somewhere along the lines

We stopped seeing eye to eye

You were staying out all night

And I had enough"

Every step, every twirl, every move was swift and smooth and splendid.

"No, I don't wanna know

Where you been or where you're goin'

But I know I won't be home

And you'll be on your own

Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?

Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep?

Who's waking up to drive you home when you're drunk and all alone?

Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?"

Just like all those people I couldn't remove my eyes and I surely didn't mind. Her eyes were glued on me. She wouldn't break the connection, except when she had to turn or twirl.

It ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful)

It ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful)

It ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful)

It ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful)

It ain't me.

Realization hit me like a bullet, pain, immense pain hit me like the biggest gush of wind ever. She loved me more than anyone I know and I hurt her, I broke her and worse, when she was already broken. But what she thinks is that I hated her. And that's a lie. The truth is, I loved her, yes, I fucking am in love with her. But before, being in love with me would kill her. So it had been a goodbye. Even if we both hated it.

My facial expression had immediately changed into a pained expression and she noticed. She simply smiled sadly and broke the eye contact for the first time (except the turns and twirls)

Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?

Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep?

Who's waking up to drive you home when you're drunk and all alone?

Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?

It ain't me, no, no

It ain't me, no, no

It ain't me, no, no

Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?

It ain't me

It ain't me

It ain't me, ah, ah

It ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful)

It ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful)

It ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful)

It ain't me

The song was dedicated to me.

Just as she finished, the stage grew dark, the hall erupted with claps and she went to the green room to change. My turn was after the next two people, hence I tried not to freak out.

When the first guy was almost done, the doors at the back of the hall opened and she stepped out in a yellow dress. God, when does this girl not look hot.

As she made her way to the second row where I had kept her a seat, every single pair of eyes were on her. But she didn't care, yes, that's my favorite, you can do or say anything to her, she won't care but try shedding one single dirt on her friends and she'll burst.

She had her steel barriers up, in order to protect her fragile golden heart.

As she was making her way she abruptly stopped. She looked at the person sitting on the edge, Jacob Roger, aka the person who'll never take a hint that Liza is not into him. They started talking in hushed tone but I could still here cause they were only two rows behind me.

“you free on 27th June? (this Saturday) ” he asked

“no” she replied without missing a beat.

“ 28th? ” he asked again.

“no”

By now some people had started getting impatient.

“sooo...-”

“I'm free on 31st June” she said.

What?!?!

“Okay cool, I'll pick you up at-”

Without waiting she continued to approach me. Jacob's friend nudged his shoulder a look of realization flashed over his face, but I was too busy staring at Liza. Did she just agree to go on a date with Jacob?

“What?” she asked taking the seat beside me.

“you're going on a date?” considering the dumbass I am it came out more like a statement than a question.

“yeah” she said biting her bottom lip, and trying not to laugh.

That's when realization hit me like a gush of wind for the second time in the evening.

Guess what? There is no 31st June on the calendar.

I must've looked like a goat when I realized the fact, cause Liza immediately burst into a fit of giggles and receiving glares from the people sitting beside her. She tried to stop but failed miserably.

At that moment my name was called.

Shit! I was supposed to be waiting there. I quickly grabbed my guitar and stood up. Someone pulled my hand. I snapped my head towards Liza.

“All the best” she whispered.

And that's all I needed.

I quickly made my way from one of the side doors and went to sit on the stool placed in between the stage.

I had no problem if Liza doesn't stop running away from me and she shouldn't have one either if didn't stop chasing her.

I started playing and humming along the first bars of Maybe Someday

Seeing something from so far away

Get a little closer every day

Thinking that I want to make it mine

I'd run for you if I could stand

But what I want I can't demand

'Cause what I want is you

And if I can't be yours now

I'll wait here on this ground

Til you come, til you take me away

Maybe someday

Maybe someday

I try to ignore what you say

You turn to me, I turn away.

But cupid must have shot me twice

I smell your perfume on my bed

Thoughts of you invade my head

Truths are written, never said

And if I can't be yours now

I'll wait here on this ground

Til you come, til you take me away

Maybe someday

Maybe someday

You say it's wrong, but it feels right

You cut me loose, then hold on tight

Words unfinished, like our song

Nothing good can come this way

Lines are drawn, but then they fade

For her I bend, for you I break

And if I can't be yours now

I'll wait here on this ground

Til you come, til you take me away

Maybe someday

Maybe someday

I kept my eyes on Liza throughout the song and she did the same. By the time I finished I could see her eyes turning glassy. I stood up once I finished and everyone started clapping.

I quickly made my way toward my seat and sat down

“hey” I said once is sat down.

She kept her eyes forward, afraid that I'll see the single tear that was making it's way across her cheeks. Instinctively my hand shot up so that it dropped on my palm. She looked at my palm and then back at me and then rested her head on my shoulders.

If I said that it felt good then I'd surely get the reward of understatement of the year.

“So all to all the fourth year students I let you know that like all years, this year America's College Of Arts will have two events 1) the annual play and 2) the closure dance. As we have extremely less time for preparing for the act I'll let you know that this year our act will be on Frozen” Mr Washerman said

I internally groaned. Come one this is worse than Beauty and the Beast. I looked at Liza whose eyes were shining.

“you like it?” I asked

“maybe I do” She replied she winked at me

We started leaving after Mr Washerman's speech. We had our auditions tomorrow and practice everyday 4 o clock onwards.

“hungry?” I asked her once we arrived in our room.

“yep” she replied.

I ordered two lasagna for both of us. Once I kept the phone I saw Liza staring at me.

“what? ” I asked

“you remembered?” she asked me

I smiled, quite aware that we both knew the answer to why I remembered.

Memories stay inscribed on our hearts forever .

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