Better in Time
Hello people, I have to confess...I had not planned on submitting this. It has been a rough draft on my computer for ages and for some reason I have just had the urge to finish it and then I actually got some great ideas. I thought, if you guys liked it, I wouldn't mind making it into a story. I am actually kind of excited...and since I am going to be finishing school soon I figured I'd finally have the time too. Tell me what you think :D
Summary: Haley James, America's sweetheart with the voice of an angel…young talented and extremely loved wherever she goes. She has the perfect life…or so people think. What they don't realise, however, is that life isn't so peachy. There is a jigsaw piece missing in her life, one that confuses Haley more than anything. So she finds her self going back to her home town, trying to re-evaluate her life. Only life in Tree Hill is not exactly what she remembered, and neither is a certain person from her past...Nathan Scott.
Better In Time
Chapter one.
'This is the final call for Flight Tree Hill 18092.The final call for FlightTree Hill 18092.'
Haley James stood still as she looked up at the large screen which lay present in NY airport. Her breathing seemed to neurotically stop and her heart felt like it stopped beating.
Should she really be doing this? Really be contemplating going back home and facing the entire dramatic dilemma's which, by no means of a doubt, were facing her.
"Excuse me miss, are you boarding the flight to Tree Hill?"
Haley shook her head, the flight wardens' voice conveying her out of her stillness and bringing her body back to life.
"I... I err yes. Yes I am," she spoke, her voice clearly shaking with nerves.
She hadn't even realized that she had decided to go, until she vocalized her words with out a spec of thought.
The flight warden nodded her head and took Haley's flight details off of her. Quickly scanning through her passport, she noticed the name of the nervous lady standing in front of her.
Haley James.
She promptly lifted her head, looking the lady up and down.
It was right; she really was Haley James. Chart topping, solo superstar with a singing voice as good as an angel. She didn't recognize her at first; Haley was wearing large round Channel sun glasses, and a brown fashionable top hat, one which was shading most of her face. However, now that she knew who she was, the long, honey blonde, wavy hair was such a give
away.
Her daughter idolized this woman.
Haley sensed that the warden had recognized her, so she smiled; flashing her pearly white teeth in the process.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I was staring wasn't I?" The lady blushed, bringing up a hand to cover her face.
Haley let out a small laugh; this reaction to her presence was not something that rarely happened.
"Don't worry about it, I'm used to it." Haley smiled.
She was used to it. It happened quite often, it was flattering at first. Changing from small town tutor girl- someone hardly no-one ever noticed, to big time national singer. It was big. It was different- and very alien to her. So she soaked it all in, all the fame and money.
Now, five year's, 3 no.1 records and more money than she could ever have dreamed of later, it had become…just normal.
But the thing was she didn't want fame and money to be her normality. She wanted to be waking up to a sense of relaxation, and happiness to be her daily routine. Not stress and worry!
It wasn't as if singing didn't bring happiness to Haley, because it did. It really did. She loved it so much. But her heart felt empty, she felt as if there was a jigsaw piece missing from her puzzle; a piece she so badly thrived to find. A piece she needed to find.
The problem was she just didn't know how to find it, or even what she was trying to discover.
That's the reason why she is taking the flight back home to Tree Hill. Her home. The place she grew up.
To the people who probably know her best…well, tell a lie, knew her best.
Oh gawd, it's been so long since she has seen them.
She is hoping that travelling back to Tree Hill, to her past, might give her that sense of realization of what is missing from her life. So, hopefully, then she could maybe work on enhancing it.
The lady standing before Haley let out a laugh before nodding her head, as if she just remembered she had to be professional.
"All righty then, your details are okay, if you'd like to move this way," she directed as she pointed to the door leading to the aircraft doors "someone will direct you to your seat. It was a pleasure meeting you Miss James."
"You too."
Haley slowly nodded her head giving the lady a small smile. Lifting up her Louie Vuitton luggage carrier on her shoulder she took in a deep airy breath.
Why was she so nervous?
This was one question that Haley certainly knew the answer to.
Her parents, her family, her friends even. It had been five long years, five lengthy prolonged years to which she had changed dramatically, emotionally and physically.
Being Haley James in the media was nothing at all like being Haley James back home. She knew how to be a pop star; it had been rattled in her head ever since she was 18. She had been a pop star for the past five years. However, being tutor girl, the girl she was back home, well… she hadn't showed a speck of appearance. Haley had forgotten who she was. Forgotten how to be her. Does she even still exist?
Some nagging thoughts that numerously kept tormenting Haley, were the questions which made her feel empty inside…what if they don't recognise her? What if they don't like the new person she had become? What if the real Haley is never to appear?
Even though she had not seen her family or friends in the past 5 years, she always kept hope to the fact that they would always be there for support. Always be there when ever she needed them. So what if when they finally see the famous pop star she had become, they abandon her?
She would no longer have hope in them.
That thought terrified her more than most!
Too bad, it is now or never.
Do you want to be a coward all your life, or do you want to fight for what your life is so severely aching for? Her subconscious asked herself.
Fight?
Be a coward?
Haley definitely knew which would be the easiest action, however, in her heart; she knew there was only one that, in the end, would have the best conclusion.
There really was no question on the matter.
Fight. Her life and her happiness depended on it.
"It's for you."
Haley could feel herself blushing, even though she tried her hardest not to show him.
Un fortunately for her, Nathan did notice. However he knew him rinsing her about that fact would not help situations. Besides, she looked kind of hot with the soft red flush colouring her cheeks. "Haley, Come on."
Haley looked at the bracelet in his hands, the one he was offering her to have. All sort's of questions where flying through her head.
Should she take it? If he does would he think she like's him? Does he like her, is that the reason he is giving her a plastic colourful beady bracelet? Is he just doing this to get some sort of sick and twisted pleasure out of torturing Lucas?
Haley's mind soon evacuated those silly thoughts. It's just a plastic bracelet- one which was NOT Nathan's style; he wouldn't exactly wear it himself now would he?
She shook her shoulders and leant her arm forward, indicating for him to grace her wrist with the gift. Something Nathan hastily compelled to do.
She wanted to deny it; she wanted so desperately to avoid the warm feeling in her heart when Nathan slipped the bracelet on her wrist. She wanted to refuse the fact that the way his hand gently caressed against her own didn't send tingles all the way down to her toes.
She couldn't.
There was just something so sincere in the boy's gesture. It almost felt genuine.
"Don't say I never gave you anything."
Oh boy.
She knew. She knew Nathan had a reputation for sweetening girls up, gosh nearly every student in the school knew, and he didn't exactly hide the fact that he was guilty of that motion either.
The thing was Haley knew all that. She and Lucas would roll their eyes and mutter under their breath every time they saw it occur in the corridors in school…he was a cocky jerk that liked screwing with girls minds.
But man, was he good at it or what?
The way he so arrogantly smirked at her brought her back to her senses.
"Do you see this book?" She asked, waving the math text book in his face. "Because this book is me. I am math."
Nathan's perfectly moisturised face crinkled up in confusion.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
" It's supposed to mean that you can work your whole "I'm Nathan Scott, Mr. Big shot, scoring my touchdowns' on somebody else, because I don't-"
"I don't even play football." Nathan corrected, feeling himself smile at her rant.
Haley shook her head. "Whatever. Look, the point is at the end of the day, all your bluster and BS don't mean anything to math because math doesn't care, and neither do I."
Nathan laughed "Well, does English care? 'Cause I really suck at that, too."
"Excuse me Miss," an air hostess politely whispered to a sleeping Haley. When her drowsy form didn't seem to rouse she gave her a soft shake.
"Ummmmm," Haley moaned, moving her head and relaxing more into her chair.
"I'm sorry Miss, but I am afraid you are going to have to wake up and put your seatbelt on, we are landing in 15 minutes."
Haley opened one eye, looking directly at the hostess. Nodding her head, she smiled politely. Then, as the women walked away to tell the other passengers in first class to strap their seatbelts, Haley shook her head.
Why the hell did she just dream about her and Nathan's first tutoring session??
Her brow crinkled in confusion as she sat all the way up in her seat to put on her seatbelt on.
She contemplated why she had dreamed about him and only came to one conclusion. She was excited to see him, Lucas too.
She spoke to Lucas on the phone yesterday morning; he's actually the only person, with the exception her parents, whom she's actually stayed in contact with.
He is her best friend, no matter how much she sees's him, he forever will be. She has known Lucas all most all her life. They had been friends since they were 7 years old. Haley fell of the swing and Lucas helped her up again, her night in shining armour.
Nathan however, well he was another story. She and Lucas had grown up detesting Nathan, thinking he was an arrogant jerk who had nothing better to do in his time than torture Lucas.
They were half brothers; but did NOT get along. They shared the same father but Dan Scott left Lucas's mother in her first month of pregnancy, only to get Nathan's mother pregnant a couple of months later.
When Nathan first came to Haley for tutoring at the age of 16, she laughed in his face and walked out of the room thinking he was joking. It was so surreal that he had asked her for help. However, when she finally agreed, she quickly realised there was more to Nathan Scott that met the eye. Resulting in him becoming one of her closet friends and one night, so much more…
Before Haley realized it, her ears were popping indicating the plane was landing. Ready or not, she had finally arrived in Tree Hill.
Before you think it, I wanted to let you guys know that I know this seems to be the same as a lot of NH fics out there. But please...give it a go. I promise I'm going to add my own little mix in there :D
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