Loves Me Not Part Two (Laura Garcia)

Loves Me Not Part Two (Laura Garcia)

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Genre: Romance



Status: Finished

Genre: Romance



Laura has gone to Spain to get away from it all, but will everything still be the same when she come home? Part Two.
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Laura has gone to Spain to get away from it all, but will everything still be the same when she come home? Part Two.

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Laura has gone to Spain to get away from it all, but will everything still be the same when she come home? Part Two.

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Submitted: May 22, 2013

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Loves Me Not (PART TWO)

Laura Garcia



On Thursday after the Graduation fiasco, I was scheduled to go to Spain. Jess had to buy a return ticket, but I didn’t because I got citizenship there. I wasn’t sure of when I was going to come home. I just wanted to get out. In the space of two days, Olly had knocked at least ten times. Maybe when I got back I wouldn’t be so angry. Maybe he would move on.

My Mum dropped me off at the airport and gave me a hug and handed me another bag of things for her Mother and my Uncles and Aunts. Jess ran in five minutes after me with a big suitcase being lugged behind her. “Am I late?” She panted. I shook my head and laughed. “Let’s go.” I replied, pulling at my suitcase and making my way to security.

When we got onto the plane and it started to take off, I felt empty. I didn’t want to see Olly again, and if he gave up that meant it was all over. Four years of friendship suddenly meant nothing. I tried to focus my attention on Jess, whose nails were ripping into my arm. “Oh, I don’t like planes.” She said vacantly. I laughed. I was glad that Jess decided to go back to her normal brown coloured hair. She hated it though. She called it boring and ‘blah’.

“What’s the use in having hair if you can’t have fun with it?” Jess would say every time she showed up at my house with a new haircut or colour. “Yeah, well you’re going to end up with no hair if you keep it up.” I would reply, hands on my hips. We landed in Madrid at 4:36pm. My family welcomed me with big kisses and tight hugs. They welcomed Jess with that too, but she was not so comfortable. My Uncles took our bags and my Aunts complemented every part of my body and my Nan pulled my hair out of its ponytail and stroked it through.

Jess looked horrified at first; she wasn’t used to such affection. But soon she warmed up to them. My Aunt Andrea played with Jess’ hair every day on the front porch, telling her how beautiful it was. I was happy that my Aunt had done that. It was like they all had lists of our insecurities and would build those areas in such a way that you knew they weren’t lying. They could make you feel beautiful. Jess was practically beaming only two days into the visit.

“Your hair, it is so- bello.” My Aunt Andrea was actually the best with English out of all of them. My family teamed up on Jess and she ended up with no hair colour, and no make-up. I admit, she had never looked better. She was letting her freckles show, and her hair run down her shoulders. We spent a lot of time in the pool, and on the weekends we went to the beach.

I loved spending time there. It made me feel whole again, and content. I don’t think I thought about Olly once. Okay, maybe once. After the month was up, Jess had to go home. She grimly packed up her things, and I was thinking I would go home with her. But I just couldn’t. As she got into the airport and said goodbye, I told her I just needed a little more time.

She just smiled. That’s what I loved about Jess. She didn’t question my motives; she just knew that I knew what I needed. I gave her a squeeze and she said, “I’ll see you when you get back.” She whispered as I let go. I ended up staying for almost a year. I couldn’t bring myself to leave. About six months in I started to feel homesick. And after a month of my Mum calling me, telling me how much she missed me, I came home.

I told my family I would visit again soon, but I wasn’t sure of how soon that would be. They of course sent me back with a suitcase full of gifts. After a few weeks of me being home, I realised that Olly was really gone. My Mum said that he had stopped in September, when he had to go to College. She handed me an envelope that had been attached to a magnet on the fridge. It had been unopened and it said ‘Laura’ on the front in handwriting.

“He left this the last time he came.” My Mum said, and then she yawned and had to go back to bed. I peeled it open carefully.

Dear Laura,

I’m sorry.

Look, I don’t really want to do this in a letter. I’m going to college soon, and so if you do really never want to see me again, just ignore this. If not, you can call me any time and I’ll meet you. You’ve got my number.



I blew the hair out of my face and stared at the piece of paper for a while. What did he want to talk about? Did he want to be friends again or…? I circled my mobile for a while, and then finally picked it up. I dialed his number and sat on my bed cross legged. The phone rang three times and went to voicemail. I quickly hung up when I heard his voice on the recorded message. What was I thinking? He had left this in September, and it was now March.

My Mum pressured me into going to college. I didn’t want to go, since I was just planning on getting my own flat and teaching guitar. But my Mum complained that she had worked two jobs so that I could go to college, and I had to go for at least one year. I just had to hope that I wasn’t at the same college as Olly. Luckily, I wasn’t. Or if I was, we didn’t see each other. I was planning on just going for a year to please my Mum, but I ended up really enjoying it. I learned how to play better, and how to teach effectively. I didn’t exactly enjoy the managing money part, but I knew it was useful.

After the year was up, I had to stay another year. It was too much fun. I thought college was supposed to be hard and terrible, but for the first time I was learning something. And I was learning about things that interested me. After two years, I left college and planned on buying my own flat since Mum would die with all the loud music going on.

One day, Jess caught me in the street and pushed me into Tesco’s. “What are you doing Jess?” I asked, annoyed. “Look who’s out there.” She whispered to me, and I looked through the doors. Sure enough, it was Olly. He was walking with a tall, Asian boy and laughing. He looked good. His button up shirt look wasn’t so stupid anymore. Jess whistled, “Well, he sure grew into his clothes.” I just sighed as he disappeared around the corner. After two years, you’d think I could talk to him. But we were out of each other’s lives now.

“Why don’t you move to Basingstoke with me?” Jess said, leaning against the glass. I furrowed my brow. “We can get jobs there still, and it’s out of London. And I want to go.” Jess tugged on my sleeve. I shook my head, “I’ll think about it.” I wasn’t about to even think about moving to Basingstoke. Over the next few weeks, I started seeing Olly more often. I thought it would be on occasion, and maybe it was just because I was subconsciously looking for him, but it was unbearable.

One day I texted Jess, ‘Okay, let’s move to Basingstoke.’ My Mother wasn’t happy. “I’m, twenty now, Mum. I need to start my life.” I explained. She still wasn’t happy, but what could I do? She would have to come to terms with it. Within two months, Jess and I moved to Basingstoke. We got two flats just one floor apart. It was much easier for me to get clients with my college degrees. It was a two bedroom flat, so I used one bedroom for me, and one for the music room.

Every night, I earned extra money at a coffee shop in town. They hired me to sing there for half an hour every night, and after a year, we were both well-known there. I was greeted with my ‘regular’ tea. And Jess with her latte. I even had my own group of friends, can you believe it! Along with Jess, there was Maria from Peru. She was the sweetest and quietist person you could meet. She was born in Peru, but moved to Basingstoke when she was three.

Maria was quiet until it came to making fun of Dominic. But if there’s any reason to be loud, it’s to make fun of Dom. He always had the fanciest coffee and the best suits, and I swear he used more hair products than most girls. He was very witty, but always bragged about being a lawyer. “You’re not a lawyer yet; you’re still in college, remember?” Maria would tease.

For such a hot-shot, Dom was a good sport though. He could take a joke, and he certainly could dish one out. Jess and I would meet them at the coffee shop at seven every evening, and we would just hang out until I had to go and sing. Then they would be alone for a while. I loved living there. I loved my job, and my friends, and my coffee shop. But the best, or perhaps worst, was yet to come.

One day I showed up at the coffee shop late, because one of my students, Trisha, was determined to show her Mum her skills on the piano. I ran to the back without a hello to my friends, but I knew they would understand. As I frantically set up, I realised I still had a few minutes. The usual guy wasn’t on stage. It was a new guy, singing with a guitar. I stood up and stared at him through the curtain. His voice was enchanting, it was soulful and bluesy. I stumbled backwards as he came backstage.

He smiled at me as he walked past. I stared at him as he walked down the stairs. He had blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and the brightest smile. I smiled stupidly and reluctantly went on stage. I looked for my friends. They were at the regular table in the back corner. Maria turned around and gave me big thumbs up. Jess and Dom were a little busy having a heated conversation to acknowledge me.

The man that was singing before took a seat with his friends. I started to strum and then got right into my first song, more nervous because the man was looking at me. When I finally got to get off stage, the man was waiting for me at the bottom of the steps. He was quite a bit taller than me. He stuck out his hand and I shook it. He had strong hands. “Hi, I’m Scott.” Scott said, and I smiled widely. “I’m Laura.” I replied. “You’re an amazing singer, Laura.” He said, and I melted. “What? You’re the great singer!” I gushed.

Scott Hughes was the nicest guy I have ever known. He always had a positive thing to say, and I had to believe him. He was the ‘king of compliments’, as Jess would say. Our first date was at a nice restaurant near my flat. He made me laugh a lot. “What is it that you do? Do you sing for a living?” I asked as we waited for our dinners. “No, singing is more of a hobby. I am the lucky guy that gets to close up shop at the sweet shop in town. I don’t really have a plan as to where I want to work, I guess. I work as a lifeguard at the pool in the summer.”

It was interesting to meet someone who didn’t have a plan set for his life. I liked it. It felt so strange to be in love with a guy so opposite to Olly. But he was opposite in all the best ways. We barely ever fought. It was calm and serene all the time. The best part was that he just fit in. He fit in with my friends, who loved him, and his friends liked me. We could all hang out and have fun.

After we had dated for six months, Scott asked me why I didn’t go on a singing show. “I’m against those shows, they’re fixed.” I said, crossing my arms. He laughed and took my hand back. “Well so what? I’m just thinking at least you can get some recognition and some fans. Then you start a YouTube channel, and maybe someone will sign you.” He explained as we walked down to the coffee shop. “What are you, a gold digger?” I chuckled and he said, “No, I just want your talents to be recognized.”

“Then why don’t you go on?” I asked as he opened the door for me. “Because you love singing,” He answered wistfully. I considered it for a while, and by the time X Factor started with auditions, I decided to do it. I went to London to audition, and it was supposed to be a surprise for Scott. “The seventh, oh no, I’m supposed to be working that day.” He looked truly disappointed. “You don’t have to come.” I said. “No, I’ll just not go.”

“No, you have to go.” He urged me. I didn’t want to go without him, but Jess and Maria said they would come. (Dom had to go to college).  I took a deep breath as the host confronted me.  He asked me a few different questions. “What judges are you most excited to see?” He asked with a cheesy smile on his face. “To be honest, I don’t know who any of them are.” I said, and he just laughed it off. I imagined they wouldn’t be airing my audition.

Again, I had no pretty shoes to wear, so I just wore trainers again with my dress that Jess forced on me. I gulped as I was handed the microphone and lead on stage. A male judge with thick blonde hair asked me what my name was, how old I was, and what song I was going to sing. I looked around. There were so any people watching me! “My name is Laura Garcia, I am 21 years old, and I’m going to be singing ‘Let Her Go’ by Passenger.” I said. I chose that song because I was comfortable with it. I thought it was the one song I couldn’t forget the words to.

“Go ahead,” One of the women said, “Oh, and I like your shoes.” She smiled and I looked down and fake smiled. The audience laughed along with the judges, but I just stood there waiting. When they were finished, the cued the music and I started.  Just had to sing it verse by verse, not letting the nerves getting the best of me. The more I sang, the more relaxed I was.

“Well you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you're missing home

Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go

Staring at the bottom of your glass

Hoping one day you'll make a dream last

But dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes

Maybe one day you'll understand why

Everything you touch surely dies

But you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you're missing home

Only know you love her when you let her go

Staring at the ceiling in the dark

Same old empty feeling in your heart

'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast

Well you see her when you fall asleep

But never to touch and never to keep

'Cause you loved her too much and you dive too deep

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you're missing home

Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go.”

When I finished, I opened my eyes to applause and whistles and even one of the judges stood up. I covered my mouth with my hand. Was I actually that good? I stood in awe, watching the crowd slowly die down. Maybe they would air my audition after all. The judges complimented me, saying that I was amazing and a load of other things. But all I could do was watch the crowd. The way people were looking at me was like I was the best person ever.

I ran out and jumped into Jess’ open arms. “You were amazing!” Maria squealed. Two months later, the show returned. Through ‘boot camp’ I was forced to wake up at insane hours, and rehearse with pompous jerks for three days straight. When that was over, I made it into the live shows. The only thing that made it worthwhile was Scott cheering me on. He was so proud of me.

In the semi-finals I was eliminated. To be perfectly honest, I was relieved. If I had won and gotten forced into a terrible contract, well that would have been a huge waste of time. Instead I had done what I wanted. I had created a fan base. I couldn’t wait to get home and start a YouTube channel just like Scott said. I tried to look disappointed as the audience booed the judges for choosing the country singer, Amanda Wright.

I grimaced in my flat shoes. The worst part was that they tried so hard to change my style. But I didn’t care anymore. Trainers, here I come! I ran up and hugged Scott. “Are you alright?” He asked. “Alright, I’m much better than alright.” I laughed as he handed me my trusty trainers. When I had tied them up I looked up to see Scott kneeling. He had a small box in his hands.

I shot up. “What are you…?”

“Laura, I love you so much. Will you marry me?” He asked. I stood there a little too long, staring at the glimmering ring inside the black velvet box. I let out a strange noise that made his forehead wrinkle, and then I just jumped into his arms, sending him back on his bum. “I’ll take that as a yes,” He laughed as we got up. I nodded vigorously and he slipped the silver ring on my finger.

Scott went to pick up my things from my hotel room, leaving me standing there, twisting the shiny ring around my finger. It was cold, but slowly warming up. I’m never taking you off. I thought. Life was good in that moment. A noise behind me sent me swivelling around. Someone was trying to avoid me. “Olly,” I said in disbelief.

He turned around and laughed nervously. “Hey, Laura,” He replied, and then cleared his throat. I didn’t feel a thing. I was no longer angry at Olly anymore. We had separate lives now, and besides it was a silly secondary School fight. I walked up and gave him a hug. “How are you?” I asked when I pulled away. “I’m alright,” Olly answered, rubbing his arm. I wanted to ask what he was doing there, but I decided to save it. “You look-I- I was just here with my friend, um…” He couldn’t seem to find the words. That was strange since Olly was a fluent speaker normally, and an even better liar.

“You look good, Olly.” I said, and he did. I mean, apart from his jitteriness. “Thanks and you…” trailed off. For the first time, speaking to Olly was awkward. It had, after all been five years since I had actually spoken to him. After a bit of small talk, Olly finally said goodbye. I was glad. That was a very awkward conversation. I smiled at Scott coming towards me. Then I realised it,

Scott was my life now. Olly wasn’t part of it, and he probably wouldn’t be again. And for the first time, I really was okay with that. I gave Scott a quick kiss, and we headed out to the car. Scott asked if I wanted drive-thru McDonalds. “You know me too well.” I said as we got into the car. I hopped into the back where Maria and Jess were waiting. Dom was in the front with Scott. “I’m up for McDonalds too!” He said loudly, stroking Scott’s hair. Scott swatted him away and laughed.

I smiled broadly and for the first time, I can honestly say that I didn’t think about Olly once. 

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