Chapter Fifty Four- Coffee Shop

I don't know what I am going to do. Why does he want to meet me? And why the hell is he here?!?! He should not be here, not even remotely close to here, so what the bloody freakin hell?!

I stared at the clock the rest of the day. The hours kept ticking by like minutes. The hands went round and round too fast for my comprehension. I felt dizzy.

I didn't want to go, but I desperately did want to go. Have I mentioned that I hate my life?

"Cassie are you okay?" Sarah asked me as we began to lock up.

I straightened out my sweater. "Yeah I'm fine"

"You're a horrible liar" She sang, causing me to smile. "You don't-"

"Have to go" I finished for her. I had heard those words way too much today. "I know, but I want to see what he wants."

She nodded her head solemnly "Well I'll see you Monday"

"Yeah, see you Monday" I breathed, walking toward Bluebell.

I sat in that car for half an hour before I started the car and drove towards the coffee shop; I knew he would be at. It was about an hour away, which gave me time to think...not a good thing!

I pulled up to the curve, and slowly got out of the car and walked to the shop. I took a deep breath before I opened the door, hoping this- whatever it is- goes well.

He was sitting at a little table right next to the window, staring out of it. I sighed and walked over to him. He saw me and sat up straighter "Please sit" He gestured across from him. I took a seat not meeting his eyes. "I got your coffee the way you like it" He explained looking at the cup of coffee in front of me, still steaming hot. I took a drink of it. "Thanks"

I could feel his eyes staring at me, as I stared at my hands. "Cassie?" He asked.

My lips bunched together but I looked up into his eyes that were serious.

He didn't say anything though, he just stared at me. Those blue eyes burned through mine. I felt a shrill of pain shoot through my back.

I laughed softly. "We have to stop doing this"

"Doing what?" He asked curiously, eyes still not moving from mine. They made me uncomfortable.

"Just staring, not talking" I answered.

He didn't respond. Ugh.

"Fine I'll start, what are you doing here?"

He smirked a little "Well you know I do live not too far from here"

I rolled my eyes, staring at him until I got a legitimate answer.

He leaned back in the chair "Well I'm off for a couple of weeks, since Draco isn't in Deathly Hallows that much. I could have stayed there" He leaned forward on his fore arms "But I wanted to see you"

"Why?" I asked curiously.

He chuckled a little bit "Maybe because I missed you. And the fact that the last picture I have of you in my head, isn't pretty" He winced. "Why did you get on a Ferris wheel?"

I shook my head "I don't think that has anything to do with you"

He leaned back a little, hurt, but quickly recovered. "Well fine, don't tell me"

"Why did you come then?" I asked leaning forward now.

He immediately became interested in the table. "I...uh...I" He sighed looking up "You scared the hell out of me. I thought... I really thought that you were going to die, and the thought of that just tore me apart..." He took my hands and held them in his "I want to fix this, I want to fix us"

I was taken aback. Did he really just say those words?

"That's not going to be easy" I said looking down at our hands, loving the feeling of his big hands around my petite ones.

"Why?" He asked shaking his head.

My head shot up "Because you hurt me Tom, did you forget that?" I asked

He looked down "You hurt me too" He mumbled.

"What?" I hissed getting mad.

He glared at me "You are the one who destroyed us"

I ripped my hands out of his and left the coffee shop, not looking back, walking down the street. I didn't take my eyes off of my car, my savor.

"Cassie, Cassie!" Tom shouted urgently grabbing my hand making me face him. "I didn't mean that" his eyes were frantic, like if he let me go he would fall apart.

"Yes you did" I hissed, tugging my hand free of his iron grip.

"No Cassie, please just listen to me!" He begged, not caring about the people starring at us now. Knowing that it was Tom Felton some started taking pictures with their phones. I just kept walking until I reached the car.

I turned to his pleading eyes "No you listen Tom...I didn't do anything. I didn't and I'm not going to say I did. I wanted to talk to you. Talk! And you...you ripped me apart, not caring about my feelings or anything. You NEVER listen to me. You never did and you never will!" I shouted at him and got in the car, leaving him there on the curb, with the people starring at him, and after me.

I stormed through the door to my apartment and slammed the door shut. I almost thought it would break off the hinges with the amount of force I applied.

I knew that he thought that this was my fault, but hearing him actually say it just made me even madder. I don't even know why I missed him. He is such a jerk and the fact that he doesn't know that just makes him more of a smartass jerk. God now I get why Emma doesn't like Tom ninety percent of the time.

I changed into some sweat pants, and a t-shirt. I started to read, but I was just so mad that the words on the page I couldn't understand because my mind was on other things. I was pissed, so I threw the book aside and started pacing. I blared the song 'faint' by Linkin Park through my stereo. I wanted loud music, I wanted to scream, I wanted to do something stupid. I wanted to get him out of my head, and to move on with my life.

Then there was a knock on the door. My head snapped to my living room. I slowly and hesitantly raised my arm, pressing the power button, turning off the stereo with the remote, and walked towards the door, still scowling, having a slight idea of who it might be...who else would it be?

I opened the door, and there he was in all his god damn hotness.

I scoffed "Go home" and tried to slam the door shut, but he caught it, holding it open, and his eyes pleading.

"Why do you do that? You run away from everything! Just listen to me! Give me a chance!"

"I just did, and you ruined it! Now-leave-me-alone." I shut the door in his face. And slid down the side of the door, crying. I cried way too much over him...I don't even know why I'm crying right now!

"Cassie..." He pled through the door "I'm not going to leave Cas..." Why can't he just leave? Why does he have to re-open healing scars? "Fine" he sighed "just listen though...I'm an idiot, I know that I am...and I know that I am the worst boyfriend on the face of the planet and I'm sorry...I'm sorry about everything, please just give me a chance to make it up to you...please"

Hours later he was still there, talking to the door. "I miss you Cassie...I miss the way you make me feel, I miss the way you feel in my arms, I miss the way your smile makes me melt inside, I miss our kisses...your soft sweet lips on mine. I know that I screwed up...but you are the reason we are not together, you called it quits I didn't, and that hurt. You saying that you hate me...it hurts...why do you hate me?"

"Maybe because it's a door and it doesn't have feelings" A new man's voice echoed through the wood of the door. No doubt a passerby, one of my neighbors, thinking that Tom was crazy.

I started cracking up laughing, just imaging Tom talking to a door. I lied down on the floor in a fit of giggles.

"I can hear you laughing" Tom said, I could hear the smile on his lips.

I cut the laughing off abruptly. I should have known that if I could hear him, he could hear me.

"No keep laughing...I love your laugh, even if it is at me" he said.

I didn't comply though. I didn't want him to get what he wanted. He didn't deserve that.

After a few minutes of silence he said "Please I love you...and I know that you love me too or else you wouldn't be wearing that ring." I looked down at the golden band, twisting it around my finger.

I stood up, not wanting to hear anymore. "Tom go home" I said knowing that he could hear me.

"No I won't, I'm not going to give this up! I'm not going to give you up. I'm not going to leave you...I should have never let you leave...You always run away, but I never run after you, I always expect you to come back...but this time you didn't and I'm not going to leave! I'm going to make you forgive me, even if it's the last god damn thing I do on this earth Cas, you're going to forgive me...you have to." His voice was strong.

I went to bed, not hearing another word.

And when I woke up the next day, he was gone.

I was hoping that I would never see him again, but that speech last night said more than one thing.

He still loved me; he was going to try to get me to forgive him. He admitted that he was wrong...in a weird way.

I sighed, drinking coffee even though it was 1:30 in the afternoon.

I didn't feel like watching TV, so I started walking toward my room, but I cut my toe on something.

"Ow!" I complained spilling some of the coffee on to the tile floor. I sat down on the cold floor holding my toe rocking back and forth, until I saw what I had cut it on.

There was a note on the floor, now with my blood on it. Oh so this was caused by a paper cut, brilliant!

I reached for the note, with one hand, still cradling my toe in the other.

Your being a hypocrite Cas, you said that I didn't listen when you wanted to talk. Now I want to talk and you're not listening.

-Tom

I'm the hypocrite?! He can just go die in a hole.

I walked toward my bath room, half limping so I didn't put my bloody toe on the floor, causing a bigger mess.

I hopped onto the counter placing my foot under the faucet, seeing the blood run down the drain. I put Neosporin on it and wrapped it in a band-aid.

I went back into the living room, seeing the blood spilt on the floor, mixing with the coffee. I cursed Tom.

I cleaned the coffee and the blood up, then ripped and through away the note.

I felt disgusting after that, and decided to take a bath. I took off my clothes as I was walking so that there was a line behind me that lead right into the tub. I turned on my soothing music, and let the water run mixing with the bubble fizz.

When it was filled to the very top I climbed into the nice warm water, letting it sooth my too tense muscles. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed my bath. Not letting my mind think about anything else but the pretty music, that chased away all of my fears and doubts- all of my problems. But it could never last.

My cell phone rang, but it was the normal ring, I usually had a ring for every one of my contacts. I got worried and curious. Who could this mysterious caller could be? So I climbed out of the tub, making sure not to get my hair wet with the splatters, and wrapped my robe around me.

I walked into my room, and picked up my phone. It said that it was a text from a number that I knew way too well. I had deleted Tom from my contacts, but that didn't mean that I didn't have his number already memorized.

I debated on reading it, but decided that it's not like I have to reply to it or anything.

I was confused though the only thing that was on the text was a URL address.