A/N: Guys I need reviews. I don't know if your reading it and liking it. So please... even constructive criticism would be nice. Just something, please. And P.S. this is a loooonnnngggg one.

I'm Moving On: Part 2

Chapter 10

While I slept, Ryan went small house shopping. He decided to put an offer on it. The house was pretty expensive already but Ryan decided to but an offer higher than the original price, to almost guarantee we'd get the house we wanted. The 3 bedroom 3 bath was light and airy, it seemed like a great place for us.

We were now half way through our trip, and I was jet lagged. Let alone being jet-lagged, the lack of sleep was miserable too. I felt like I had the flu, and I could not wait to change airplanes. Ryan said that my eyes were puffy, and I just had this horrible headache and was as nauseated as hell. When the flight attendent told us that we would be landing soon, I was so relieved. I think Ryan was too. When he saw me sick he immediately started soothing me. Our love is real.

"Hear that, baby? We'll be landing soon," He said, softly brushing the sweaty hair off my neck. Ryan didn't care.

"Yeah... I don't know if I can go through another 6 hours," I said. I was just a wreck.

"Hold on," He pulled out his own cell phone. I saw him type 'flights to Charlotte Amalie for ((insert tomorrow's date here))'... and like three came up. "I'll tell you what, let's not take the flight now, maybe get the one that takes off at 10:30, and just go get something to eat, shop or something. You feel up to that?" Did he say shop? I don't know, though. We need clothes and that kinda stuff so I think that's a good idea. But I need to rest.

"Is there a flight tomorrow afternoon?" I muttered

"Uhhhh, yeah. Do you think we should do that instead?''

"Yeah, I need to sleep somewhere other than an airplane tonight."

"I agree. My back is starting to hurt."

The flight attendant the announced we'd be landing in Houston and to put on our seatbelt. Soon enough we would be ending our flight on the plane. I still felt like shit, but hopefully it would get better soon enough. I grabbed Ryan's hand as the impact hit when we were on the ground and God, it never felt so good.

An hour later we were leaving the airport and had already booked our next flight. Doing this was risky, being that it was a big town and we were celebrities that kept a relationship on the downlow. I loved Ryan, and he loved me. Nothing else matters.

The taxi ride was terrible. I swear he was trying to hit every red light and every huge bump. Hours later, or so it seemed, we got to the hotel.

"Room for two," Ryan said to the person at the desk as he gave her the money.

"758, 7th floor," she smiled, and handed us the key.

When we got to our room, he and I both went over and laid down on the bed. We were both beat. Even though it was only 5, I was already sleepy. That's when I decided that I was gonna take a hot bath. I told Ryan and I slowly started to sit up. As soon as I got to a 45 degree angle my arms went comepletely weak under me and I fell back down. I was such a wreck.

"You alright?''

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied.

"Are you su-"

"YES!" I'm not in the mood right now. I'm sick and scared. My eyes started to well up with tears. Ryan immediately helped me up and pulled me into his arms. I felt so bad about yelling at him. He's trying to possibly save my life, and I shouted at him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I cried into his neck. His familiar cologne somewhat made me homesick.

"It's okay, baby, it's fine, I love you so much," he said, rubbing my back, "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Ry."

"Do you want me to help you, sweetheart?" He asked, wiping my tears off my cheeks. I slowly nodded my head, which still gave me slight whiplash. "Alright, baby, c'mon, you can do it," he smiled, helping me up and into the bathroom. It must've not just been jet lag, but something else too. It's never been this bad. "Call for me if you need help." Smiling, he walked out the door. When I started running the water, I seriously felt the emotional pain. It was unbearable thinking that everything I had, a job with loving people, a large Italian famly that I'll probably never see again, and just the life that I always dreamed of was gone. Long gone. And it wasn't gonna come back. But the only positive thing that came out of all of this was I had Ryan. The love of my life. My soulmate. And I knew he felt the same way as I did. I knew he felt the passion, by the way he looked at me. I loved him, and some bastard can take all the material stuff away, but he can't take my love.

As I stepped in, the warm water immediately started helping my physical pain, but my emotional cravings were still there. I needed him to hold my hand and tell me everything would be okay, because at the moment I was being a total pessimist. "Ryan!" I called, and he came running in.

"Are you okay, Kara?" he panicked, totally alert by now.

"Yes, I'm fine, I just need you to be in here with me."

Ryan crouched down to my height and took my hand in his. "I know you're scared and I know that you're worried, but we're going to pull through this together. I promise I will never leave you, love," he kissed my hand. "Never." I started to cry just thinking about everything. "No, sweetheart, don't cry, please, baby, it's going to be okay, shhhhh, it 's alright. You'll be okay, I promise, you're sickness will be gone in a couple hours."

I promised myself that I wouldn't look at the bad side of this, for Ryan. For him when he did the right thing. The truth is, that, if we didn't do this, we would have never been able to get together. I would have never experienced that love that I never felt with Mike.

He wiped the tears from my eyes, pushed the hair out of my face and kissed my forehead. We spent almost an hour siiting there like, and just stared in each other's eyes. When my body was all wrinkly, I decided I would try and move. My strength right then was running on zero, and I was just a tired mess. Ryan helped me out and I just through on the cami and jeans I was wearing; I wasn't going to a fashion show, I just wanted to be comfortable.

"Listen, babe, I know your stressed too," I continued, "but let's seriously think about this again. Is running away from our troubles really gonna help anything?"

"Yeah, it is. I don't want you getting hurt, and if we decided to use words instead actions, you would be. Repititively." He was right. I didn't wanna be hurt emtionally or physically.

"So we're going through with this?"

"Yes, Kara. We are gonna do this."

I smiled. I knew that he knew what he was doing and nothing would stop him.