"Nathan Scott! Answer your cell phone now! Come on, this isn't funny, I haven't talked to you in a week and a half. For all you know, I'm pregnant. Not that I am. But if I was, you wouldn't know about it, would you?" Haley practically yelled into the phone. She took a deep breath, calming herself and trying to get to the point.

"Yeah, so I know you haven't been all that busy, I'm your publicist, can't get away. Anyways, when you find some time, call your publicist. And if you don't have time for that, call your fiancé. She wants to have a word with you. Love you," she faintly whispered the last part as a knock interrupted the call.

A moment later the door creaked open and Megan snuck her head in, "This a bad time, Haley?" The older girl had a grimace on her face but waved in the other girl.

"These entire past ten days have been a bad time," she sighed out impatiently, not wanting to burden her secretary with her personal problems. Megan took a seat and gave her a concerned look, obviously willing to listen. "Okay, first, the whole being recognized thing is a pain in the ass, especially in this city. Second, I love them to death, but Brooke and Peyton are getting on my last nerve. And to top it all off, my stupid fiancé won't talk to me."

"Maybe he's busy," she offered lamely but Haley shot her a look. "But then you would know all about that. Well, here's some good news, Molly came back early. You don't have to watch her clients."

Haley breathed out a sigh of relief and sunk into her chair further. "You do not know how much stress that takes off me."

"Yeah, so ease up on the worrying. Everything will work itself out, I have a feeling it will," Megan reassured as she backed out of the office, knowing smile in place.

Haley practically collapsed against the leather couch in her dark apartment. Jameson, for some reason, had practically kicked her out of the office at lunch time and demanded that she take the rest of the day off. She was just about to enjoy the silence and cash in on some much needed sleep when she realized that it was too silent.

Dejectedly she pulled herself off of the couch and went to go find some trace of Peyton. She didn't have to go far. Stuck to the TV screen was a small post it note.

Hales,

Brooke has taken me hostage and dragged me shopping. I'll see you when I can escape my captor (around dinner).

Peyton

"Thank you," Haley whispered to the quiet apartment, nothing like five hours away from her best friends. Glancing around, she noticed the red light beeping on her answering machine and dragged herself over.

"Honey, it's your Mom. Well, your father and I have decided to take a few trips and visit you all. You can expect us in two or three weeks but I'll call you back later to let you know when. I saw Nathan's interview, that was so sweet. Love you lots."

Haley resisted the urge to pound her head against the nearest wall. Her parents were coming, that was almost never a good sign. She hoped Nathan wouldn't be home for the visit. Her father barely knew or liked him and both of them wanted to keep it that way. Not wanting to think about all that was going wrong, Haley retreated to her bedroom to change into a pair of sweats and one of Nathan's t-shirts.

She went back into the living room, deciding to nap on the couch so that Brooke and Peyton would wake her up whenever they got back. A few hours later and Haley was awoken by the ringing of her cell phone on the coffee table.

"Don't hang up!" she muttered as she fumbled for it, still half-asleep. Accidentally her hand slipped and knocked it away. A moment later the ringing stopped and there was a beep, signaling that she had a new voice mail.

"Hales, it's Nate. I know you're probably mad at me right now, but I need you to come to the city. Just get here as soon as you can. Um, when you do take a cab to 153 Westin Avenue, hurry please. I love you."

Hearing the message, Haley grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled down the address. On another piece she wrote a short note to Peyton explaining where she had gone. Nathan hadn't sounded all that worried but he did ask her to rush. Reaching the airport in record time due to a little bribery on her part, Haley asked for the next flight to LA, but found that there already was a ticket in her name.

Taking her seat on a plane that left in twenty minutes, she forced herself to take deep breaths. Having a panic attack on an airplane, three thousand feet in the air, would not be a good thing especially not if she was stuck here for the next three hours. Haley reached LA without having an emotional breakdown and quickly got into a cab.

After almost an hour of riding in the backseat of the cab and having the driver reassure her for the third time that they were going the right way, Haley picked up her cell phone again.

"Nathan, it's Haley. So I got on the plane, like you asked. And I'm currently sitting in a cab like you asked. But it's been an hour and I have no idea where I'm going. Now–oh my god that is such a gorgeous house. Wait, that's not the point. Now I'm sure the driver is not trying to kidnap me but I would like to know where this wild goose chase ends."

Haley just stared in awe as they drove through the beautiful neighborhood, and barely heard the driver when he took a moment to speak with her. "Don't worry ma'am, 153 is just at the top of this hill. We don't get too many people going up there in cabs. Limos maybe."

Her interest was piqued but she had no time to question him when he pulled into a seemingly random driveway and stopped. Stepping out of the car, Haley quickly paid and thanked him before staring at her surroundings. She was almost at the top of a hill.

A beautiful church, straight of her fairy tales and fantasies, with an amazing view of the city. As she approached the heavy wooden doors, Haley noticed a dozing figure laid across one of the stone benches, scattered around the front entrance.