Tyler POV
Mario had taken us to a small bar only a few blocks away from his place. It was small but crowded, a perfect place to talk without having to worry about being listened to. He ordered three bottles of beer while Faith found us a table at the back of the bar, beside the pool table.
Faith sat in the middle with me on her left and Mario on her right. I took a long drink and then set the bottle on the table. “How?” I finally asked the question I had been dying to ask on our way here.
Mario wiped a few droplets of beer with the back of his hand. “Remember the guy you bumped into this afternoon?” When I did not immediately answer, he quickly added, “in front of your apartment.” I vaguely remembered the guy in a black hoodie and gave Mario a nod. “That is Nicolò. He has been watching
Autumn POV I awoke to the loud banging on the door. My eyes fluttered open and I was suddenly surrounded by darkness. It took me a while to realize that I had forgotten to turn on the lights before I had gone to sleep this afternoon. I carefully swung my legs over my bed and stood. The trip to the nearest lamp switch took longer than necessary since I accidentally bumped my toe with the cupboard on the way. Once I turned on the lights and was finally able to see my surroundings, I moved to the front door. “Who is it?” “It is me, you idiot!” I heard Jess yell from the other side of the door. “Open the damn door! I have been here for over an hour!” I quickly unlocked the door and swung it open. “What are you--huff!” Jess jumped on me the second she saw me, putting her arms around me as she suffocated me with her super tight hug. “Why did you not tell me you guys have broken up? I thought I am Miranda to your Carrie, Bonnie to yo
Autumn POVIt was weird. Yes, that would be the word I used to describe watching my best friend and a guy I had only known for a week sit on the couch and talked about Ireland. First, I did not know my best friend knew so much about Ireland and Irish people. Second, when I’d opened my door for him earlier, I would have never thought that he and Jess would click almost instantly.Sure, I had filled her in with what had happened between me and Frazier earlier but I had not expected her to like him, especially knowing that he had been the reason Ty and I had broken up.“--Yeah, Niall performed there too when he was a kid. I think it was a fundraiser for the local football team. I couldn’t remember the name, though,” spoke Jess like a true fan.I was feeling le
I could tell that I was falling, way before my ass hit the ground. The first thing that popped into my head was the Ben & Jerry’s in my hand. I had to do something to save the ice cream from dropping to the ground into a massive puddle so I held it up with both hands and prayed that I would have a soft landing.It seemed that I didn’t need any landing after all since one pair of arms had stupidly thrown away the picnic basket and snaked their way around my waist. I blinked a few times as I looked up to meet his steely gray eyes. “Are you alright?” he asked in his British-Irish-American accent. An accent that, I now realized, was probably only belonged to him.When we’d first met, I thought he sounded like a combination of Harry Styles and Chris Hemsworth, which was ridiculous since Chris was not British, Irish, nor American. It would have made more
I chewed and swallowed. “What do you mean?” I tried to take another tiny bite and refrained from eating like someone who hadn’t seen pizza in years.“When I visited William, I have told you this the other day. I have met you back when you were still in Carlton High.” He finished his pizza and downed his wine. “Remember that time when you saved Everly from drowning?”“Everly? Why did that name sound so familiar?” I spent one full minute searching this name in my brain database but found none. “Who is Everly?”He laughed. “She is Nathaniel’s little sister,” he provided the answer yet I still could not figure out the story. “Cunningham Falls? Remember anything?” I shook my head shyly as I blamed my brain for not immediately recalling what he was referrin
Tyler POVI stood by the window and looked out at Empire State Building beyond. The street was quite packed, filled with people roaming around Fifth Avenue and 23rd Street. Below, the sound of traffic drifted upward to the sixth floor, even with having the windows closed, I could still manage to hear the noise.My hand reached for the Heineken sitting on the floor beside me. I raised the beer to my lips and tipped my head back as I swallowed hard, past the sudden constriction in my throat. “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath. I’d promised myself that I would not cry, that I would not regret anything. Yet again, saying something and actually doing it were two different things.I raised the beer to my mouth and took a long drink, hoping that somehow alcohol would make me forget what I’d done. Or if it couldn’t, then hopefully I would be drunk e
Frazier POV“Airhead. Blockhead. Bonehead. Pea brain. Cretin. Dimwit. Dumbbell. Dunce. Fool. Ignoramus. Imbecile. Jerk. Moron. Muttonhead. Nincompoop. Ninny. Nitwit. Oaf. Pinhead. Simpleton. Stupid. Tw-”“Are you okay?” A voice interrupted my series of mentioning any word in my vocabulary that was a synonym for stupid.I looked over my shoulder and saw Corbin walking in with a backpack slung over one shoulder. His hair was wet and I could tell that it was from the rain outside. “Where were you?” I walked to the lockers on one side of the wall and grabbed a clean towel then tossed it in his direction.He caught the towel with one hand and muttered, “thanks”, before wiping off his face and drying his hair. “I was
Autumn POV“Okay, I guess this will have to do.” I stared at the small luggage beside my right thigh. I gave the surroundings one last look as I mentally tried to remember if I accidentally had forgotten about something. Once I was sure that I had turned off the gas and locked the windows and sliding glass door to the balcony, I turned off the lamp and headed for the door.I swung the door open and plowed head-first into a broad chest covered in a white shirt and black coat. I lifted my gaze up until my eyes met his grey eyes and I suddenly remembered that first night when he’d caught me lying about where I lived. That night I ran to him the same way I did tonight, nearly knocking him off with my head (although, who was I kidding, he was pretty well-built, if anything, I would be the one who fell to the ground).
Autumn POVI had no clue how long I had slept, but by the time my eyelids fluttered open, I noticed that in my sleep I had accidentally put my head on his left shoulder. Carefully I lifted my head and turned to see him, still sleeping with his lips slightly parted.Even with his eyes closed, there was a frown on his forehead, almost as if he was pondering about something while he was sleeping. It made me wonder if he truly was. Somehow I had the urge to smoothen his forehead. Just when my hand went up, trying to wipe that frown away, he opened his eyes. Those grey eyes bore into mine and a small smile slowly appeared on his lips. “Hi, luv. Do you like what you see?”I rolled my eyes. “Keep dreaming.”“Well, I can tell you for sure that
Bridge Chapter 3: The Sorrow “Where was this?” Frazier turned at his grandmother, affection was visible in his grey eyes as the corner of his lips turned upwards. “This was McSorley’s Old Ale House in New York. I took you there for the first time.” His eyes darted back to the screen of his iPad on top of his leathered journal. A video of his grandmother chugging a pint of dark ale in fifty seconds wooed all the males inside the bar and earned them free pints for the next two rounds. “We were so wasted that day that I had to call us a cab.” “Gosh, I wish I could remember, Dear.” Her frail hand cupped Frazier’s face and slowly a smile started to form on her face. “Thank you for bringing the clips and the photos.” “Anytime, Nana.” He lifted his hand and put it on top of his grandmother's hand, giving it a light squeeze. “I love you.” “Oh, and I love you too, Darling.” When she saw his teary eyes, she lifted her arms and pulled him into a hug. “What’s the matter? Why are you sad?” At
Bridge Chapter 2: The StruggleAll the way to the hospital, Frazier avoided his own reflection. He was aware that it was his own decision to shave his head so that when he went bald, it was by his own choice. That it was his own decision and not something which was forced on me. Still, it was hard for him to bring himself to look at it.The wheel only stopped rolling once they arrived in the waiting room.“We’re ready for him,” a nurse informed Marc and he began to push the wheelchair again, following closely behind the nurse in white uniform, into a spacious room with two more nurses on standby.He pushed himself up and sat on the comfortable one-seater sofa while the nurses were getting ready. They’d done the blood test and everything else, now it was the chemotherapy itself, something he’d been dreading for the last few days.Frazier rested his arm on the armrest and closed his eyes, leaning against the soft material on his back. There were different ways of receiving chemotherapy:
Bridge Chapter 1: The Beginning Frazier Shawn Alexander Ronan sat quietly as his wheelchair was being pushed towards the lobby of the King Edward VII’s Hospital in an inconspicuous street in Marylebone, London. He’d spent the whole journey from his hospital room to the first floor of the building in silence, avoiding all the stolen glances directly at him mostly by the female population at the present. He knew he looked like Ansel Elgort from The Fault in Our Stars with his dark blonde hair, and all the curious stares mainly proof of wonder as to why someone like him was in the hospital. Someone as healthy. They didn’t know — they couldn’t possibly know, how he’d laid on the surgery table, unconscious, vulnerable, and scared, merely a few days ago. They had no idea that he’d spent the next five days wanting to give up because he knew the battle was not finished-that he had far worst things ahead. Nobody knew. Not even his mother or his grandmother. Not his father nor his little broth
Dear Gentle Readers, First of all, this author would like to say a massive THANK YOU to all of you who have given this story a chance! As you know, this book is Book 2 of The Autumn Summers Series and it sorta ended in a cliffhanger. The reason being is (as this author has mentioned in his reply to one of the reviews here) because there will be 2 books for Book 3. One book would showcase what happened if Phraser did make it through and actually alive and soon reunite with Autumn (the book is already up on Good Novel and it is called “Pulling Off the Impossible”) while the other book follows the plot should Phraser did not make it, and it is called “Kiss Me First”. Why there are two books? Well, it is actually quite simple. As much as this author believes that every person has to have a happy ending, he does not believe that one person would find “The One” right off the bat. He believes that it is more realistic if a person would date a bunch of guys, and go through so much stuf
Before I met you, I was completely broken now I’m alright, feel alright when I see you, hidden behind the clouds. Autumn POV One and a half months later, I heard the chatter from the living room and let out a deep sigh. Jess and Tyler could have been more subtle. Since my breakdown over Frazier’s death, they seemed to agree that I should not be left alone. Ever since then, Tyler had moved back into the apartment, and having him around, although awkward, was still better than being alone. There was something between us that made it hard to go back to the way things were. Maybe he had been right, what had happened had changed us all. From time to time, I would sit in the living room with Jess and remember having that silly talk about Niall Horan with both her and Frazier. If I thought me being at home was hard, it was nothing compared to being on campus. The classroom reminded me of him, and every time I walked past the janitor closet or saw a Clark The Janitor walking around, I woul
I’m scared, just as much as my heart flutters because destiny keeps getting jealous of us. I’m just as scared as you. Just let me love you.Tyler POVBy the time I had gotten to her apartment, police lines were everywhere and there was at least three police cars downstairs. It was chaos. Mario and I pushed through the crowd but we only made it one step over the police line before a cop came and prompted us.“Is she okay?” I asked him as my eyes scanned the surroundings and my gaze fell onto the dried blood on the carpet a few feet away from where I stood. “Don’t tell me that’s her blood. Where is she? Is she alright?”“Hey, hey, calm down!” The cop put both hands up and from the stern look on his face, I knew I better do as he said or he would get me kicked out of here. “Tell me who you are and what your relation to the victim.”Although he sounded rea
Autumn POVI should have known that it was a big red warning when I saw two tall European guys standing in front of my door. I should have turned around and backed to where I had come from but I had not. I had not been fast enough and before I could turn the other way, they had seen me and the rest was history.After the two guys fled from the crime scene, at least five more guys wearing suits came. I thought we were being invaded until one of them called the ambulance, the other informed the cops, while the rest were securing the area. I was pressing my hands on Phraser’s stomach and applying constant pressure to reduce the bleeding when one of them knelt beside me. “What happened?”I swallowed convulsively, still having a hard time believing that Phraser had been shot and currently laying on the ground. “Two guys came. They tried to get me to come with them. Phraser came and one of them shot him.”“Ok
FRAZIER I chased her all the way to the front of my house and caught her wrist. “Autumn, stop. You don’t have to leave.” She finally stopped and turned around to face me. “Look, Fray. Today has been really fun but I seriously don’t need another episode with your mom.” “She’s not my mom.” Autumn lifted one brow and I quickly added, “Well, technically, she did give birth to me but she is not my mom. She abandoned me a decade ago and I don’t fucking care about anything that woman says.” “I’m sorry.” Her eyes softened and she twirled her hand so she could squeeze mine. “Every child deserves their parents’ attention and love. I know how you feel. My parents aren’t always like this.” Taking a deep breath, she ducked her head and licked her bottom lip. “Anyway, I think it’s best if I just go home. We can continue being James Bond tomorrow.” With my free hand, I put a lock of curly dark-brown hair behind her ear and slid my hand to her chin then tilted her head up so I could see her in th
In case you didn’t know,I’m crazy ’bout youand I would be lying if I saidthat I could live this life without you.Tyler POV“It is them, isn’t it?” I asked Mario from the sidewalk. The black jaguar had been oddly following us for the last half an hour.Mario turned around and crossed the street towards me. He shrugged one shoulder and narrowed his eyes as he kept looking at that black sedan. “No idea.” He flipped his middle finger at them, clearly as annoyed as me that we could not even have a peaceful evening. “Maybe.”I scoffed. “Are they following us now?”Mario put one arm around Faith’s shoulders and planted a kiss on her left cheek. It was a small gesture but by the look in his eyes, I knew he was incredibly worried for her. The fact that the car had been parked across from Faith’s yoga studio did nothing but a