Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill. It belongs to Mark Schwahn and the CW.

Summary: Nathan Scott and Haley James have finally called it quits. There are just too many obstacles in their way for them to be together. But their friends think differently. What happens when those friends convince Nathan and Haley to return to where it all began? Will that original spark be reignited, or will they realize that the flame already burned out? NH, BL, JP.

Author's Note: Hey guys, just a little back story, this story is basically a remake/re-written version of "What Hurts The Most" by me on my old account that I don't remember the login to (Sidney4522). I am remaking this story as I want to execute the idea better. I have changed the title of this story to "You Found Me." The identity of Jamie's father will be released in further chapters. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the remade version. Let me know what you think by reviewing this story! The pairings are: Naley, Brucas and minor Jeyton.

You ever heard the expression 'The best things in life are free.' Well, that expression is true.' Every once in a while, people step up they rise above themselves sometimes they surprise you and sometimes they fall short. Life is funny sometimes. It can push pretty hard but if you look close enough, you can find hope in the words of children, in the bars of the song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you're lucky, if you're the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.

-Nathan Scott

Chapter 1

July 10, 2011

"Please come again," Haley said as flipped the sign on the door and she began cleaning up the café, as the door swung open and the bell sounded.

"Sorry, we're closed," she said dully, not looking up from the tables she was wiping off.

"Wow Hales, I thought we were friends," Lucas smiled, clutching his heart.

"Haha very funny, Luke," Haley said, tossing him a rag, "If you're gonna be here, you've gotta at least pull your own weight."

Lucas began wiping down some of the tables, as he said, "So, Hales, when are you gonna tell Nathan?"

"I don't know Luke," Haley sighed, carrying a tray of dishes to the back with Lucas following her, rag now slung over his shoulder, "I've never had this much on my plate before. I just…."

"Hales," Lucas cut her off, "You have raised an amazing son by yourself. If anyone can handle this, it's you."

"Thanks, Luke," Haley half smiled, now finished with the nightly clean-up, "I made extra chocolate chip cookies today. Payment for your slave labour?"

"You know me too well Haley James," Lucas replied, taking a cookie from the plate that Haley was holding out, "So, I was thinking, there's going to be this basketball camp at the high school for kids Jamie's age. I said I'd help out, and I know he would love it."

"Yeah, I guess…" Haley began, before pausing for a moment, and then pulling the plate away from Lucas just as he was reaching for another cookie, "Lucas Eugene Scott, this doesn't have anything to do with Nathan and his suspension does it?"

"Serves me right for trying to pull one over on the valedictorian," Lucas mumbled, "Look, Hales, I know how you feel about the guy, and I know you're my best friend, but he's my brother. And yeah, he's made mistakes, but haven't we all?"

"Lucas, I don't want my five-year-old son idolizing some lunkhead basketball man who goes around starting fights and getting wasted in his downtime," Haley sighed, "You've already got him loving basketball and the Bobcats, and I think it's great that you guys have that to bond over, but I don't want Jamie around someone who's so unpredictable.."

"Unpredictable, huh? Says the girl who dated him in college."

"Well people can change Luke," Haley said sternly, "Anyway, hows the wedding planning going?"

"I don't know honestly, but what I do know is that it will nothing short of perfect," Lucas said, as he bit into the cookie.

After the Ravens match and the simultaneous library debacle, Brooke sat on her side of the bed in Lucas' house, brooding, and twirling her engagement ring around and around her finger.

Actually, she wasn't really sure if it was her side of the bed or not. Now that she thought about it, she didn't seem to have a permanent side. She and Lucas would throw themselves, (or each other, she remembered nostalgically), onto whichever side of the bed was there at the time. She wondered if Lucas had a side when he slept alone, or whether he stretched out, snow angel-style, his lanky form sprawled across the whole mattress. For a moment, she wondered sickeningly whether Lucas had slept with Peyton in this bed. Of course, he would have. Had Peyton had a side? She shuddered.

Brooke heard Lucas' car pull up in the driveway. They never seemed to go anywhere together, Brooke mused. Sure, they were together once they got to the destination, but one of them always had something before or after which required them to take separate cars. Lucas, usually. And as much as Brooke tried, she couldn't get the little voice of doubt in her head. Does Lucas want to keep his independence, it asked, and how often does he sneak off to see Peyton in that car?

Lucas walked in through the bedroom entrance. He looked windswept, spinning a basketball and wearing a small smile. Brooke knew if she approached him she would smell sweat and scruffiness mixed with a little jewel of pride at the Ravens' win. But instead, she stayed where she was, twirling and twirling and twirling the ring.

"I'm only going to ask you this once," she began, not looking at him, looking at the floor instead.

"Seems to be a common occurrence these days," Lucas tried to joke, but immediately became sombre when he saw how high his fiancée's eyebrows rose. He dropped his ball and sat beside Brooke on the bed.

"Did you propose to Peyton?" Brooke asked, and her eyes met Lucas' for the first time.

Lucas was caught off-guard. His eyes widened, and he drew in a sharp breath. Brooke knew the answer to her question before he spoke.

"Brooke you already know the answer to this, and where did this come from?" Lucas asked slowly.

"Peyton said it," Brooke said. "Well, sung it to me, actually," – she shook her head impatiently at Lucas' confused expression - "and she denied it later, so I don't really know what to believe, and I'm certainly not going to trust anything that she says, but if it's true, then that means you didn't tell me that this ring was Peyton's before it was mine, and I'm really not going to have yet another one of Peyton's second-hand throwaways."

She finished breathlessly. She was close to tears for the second time that evening. It suddenly struck her how many things, previously possessed by Peyton, were now in her life. Peyton's friends. Peyton's home town. Peyton's old school. Lucas's book about Peyton. Lucas, in actual fact. And now, apparently, the ring Peyton rejected.

She felt like everything in Lucas' room, from the various photographs of the blonde still dotted on the bookshelves to the deep, comfortable, secret recess of Lucas' bed, were screaming out Peyton, Peyton, Peyton, and it was getting harder and harder to drown out that incessant chant.

"Brooke. Please," Lucas began, but Brooke was too overcome with tears to listen and collapsed into Lucas' arms.

"I did propose," Lucas said, more to justify his actions to himself than to explain to the now-sobbing Brooke. "More than two years ago, you know this Brooke. But she said no. She didn't say yes like you did. The ring was never hers. It was my mom's, and now it's yours. Please. I did propose, but it didn't mean anything to Peyton. And it didn't mean anything to me."

Brooke didn't respond but continued to shake with tears.

"It didn't mean anything," he repeated fruitlessly.

And immediately, unintentionally, irrationally, an image of the sixteen-year-old Peyton, wide-eyed, and idealistic, and achingly beautiful, sprang uninvited into Lucas' mind.

"Of course it did," the teenage Peyton whispered, self-conscious of her confession, yet defiant in her conviction, her green eyes blazing into his own.

And transcending the time that had elapsed, and ignoring the history that had passed, and disregarding the assurances that he had said and repeated to all those around him, Lucas knew that what she spoke was as true six years previously as it was at that precise moment. Of course, it did.

"It is always gonna be there isn't it, Peyton and you?" Brooke stated, as she got up and walked towards the door.

"Brooke—"

Brooke walked over to Lucas's dresser and pulled the manuscript, and began reading.

"It was more than just a comet because of what it brought to his life: direction, beauty, meaning. There are many who couldn't understand, and sometimes he walked among them. But even in his darkest hours, he knew in his heart that someday it would return to him, and his world would be whole again... And his belief in God and love and art would be re-awakened in his heart." Brooke drops the manuscript on her lap.

"Brooke... It's just a story... So what, Peyton's car is a comet you know... This is crazy! I love you." Lucas said softly.

"I love you too, Lucas, I do and I always will. But your heart's conflicted and... I think I've always known it. I guess I was hoping someday... I could be your comet. It's an epic love story, Luke. But it's just not ours, and neither is this. It's pretty clear who you love. I just wish you told me sooner. I'm sorry Lucas but I can't marry you," Brooke concluded, teary-eyed. She proceeded to take her engagement ring off and set it on top of the manuscript.

Haley is woken up by the sound of faint knocking on her door.

"Clay if that's you, just go away. I already told you I'm not interested," She tiredly spoke.

Haley opened the door, she wasn't able to process it at first. She takes a step, before realizing the significance of what she was seeing, and suddenly stops in her tracks.

"Haley," she called out as walk through the door and enveloped her in a tight hug.

"Hey Taylor," Haley greeted her older sister. "What are you doing here? It feels like forever since I've last seen you," She questioned.

"Well it's been about six months, and Riley really misses you," Taylor replied.

"True," Haley agreed. "And I miss her too, speaking of where is she?"

"She's back with her dad in Charlotte. It was hard to leave her but I know she's in good hands."

"I can imagine," Haley commented. "And I can see that my little niece and/or nephew is developing quite nicely." As she proceeded to put her hand on Taylor's bump.

"Yeah, the doctor says the baby is doing well. Personally I'm glad the morning sickness is over."

"By the way, the apartment looks so nice. You've done good," Taylor said, as she made her way through Haley's quaint apartment.

"It's alright. I still need to make some changes. The previous owners were supposed to fix some things but they never did. You'd think that after all the money I paid them, they could have made the necessary repairs," Haley stated.

"Well for what it's worth, I think it looks great," Taylor complimented. For a new place, her sister was doing a pretty good job of decorating it.

"So, it's kind of late. Did you just want me to show you the guest room or did you want to look around for a bit?"

"Um, would you mind if I went to bed?" I'm kind of tired," Taylor replied.

"Of course. I'll give you the full tour tomorrow," Haley promised. She then led Taylor to her room. It was kind of small but Taylor wasn't about to complain. She was just grateful for Haley letting her stay, although she didn't have much of a choice if we're being honest. It was a last-minute request on Taylor's part. She just needed to getaway.

"There's a bathroom connected to this room," Haley informed her. "And if you get hungry in the middle of the night, the kitchen is down the hall to the left."

"Haley Bob, I know that all of this is still fresh for you so I'm not going to push you or anything. I just want you to know that if you need to talk, vent, or cry, or whatever, I'm here," Taylor explained as she affectionately squeezed Haley's arm.

"Thanks, Tay," Haley replied. "It really means a lot to me. Well it's getting late and I'll let you rest," Haley continued breaking the silence that followed. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. My room is down the hall."

"I'm fine, but thanks anyway," Taylor nodded and gave Haley one last hug.

"Goodnight," Haley called. She walked over to the bed and snuggled up under the covers. She closed her eyes for a while but sleep did not come. Something—or someone—rather, was missing. Haley quickly pushed that thought out of her head. Don't think about him, Haley. You've come this far without crying. Don't fall apart now. She turned over on her side and faced the small window. The stars shone brightly in the sky. It amazed her how there could be a rainstorm one second and then clear skies the next in this place. But this place was different. Haley was happy for the change.

She shifted in her bed again and tried to get comfortable. However, it was no use. She had too much on her mind to simply just silence her thoughts and sleep. So she did the next best thing and started to sing one of her favourite songs. Singing had always been her release when she was upset. But since her sister was only a few rooms away, she decided to just softly hum the melody. After a while, it started to work. Haley felt her eyelids grow heavy and a wave of drowsiness suddenly hit her. Very slowly, she stopped humming and was quiet. Her body was instantly grateful for the rest but Haley's mind was in shambles. As a result, she tossed and turned the remainder of the night.

"Hey there, sleepy head," Taylor greeted the next morning. "You ready for some lunch?"

"Lunch?" Haley questioned groggily as she entered the kitchen. She had literally rolled out of bed five minutes prior.

"Yeah, it's one o'clock," Taylor said while pointing to the clock.

"Really?" Haley asked surprised. Taylor nodded in confirmation. "Wow, that's a first."

"I know. Who knew that Haley James could be a late sleeper? I was so surprised I went to check on you. I got scared that you might have died or something," she teased.

"I don't usually sleep past eight. That's something that Na…" Haley trailed off as she realized what she was about to say. Taylor gave her a concerned look.

"Never mind," Haley dismissed. She wanted breakfast food despite how late it was.

"Everything pretty much goes to my belly and my thighs now. Do you know that I already gained fifteen pounds? I swear I'm going to look like the Goodyear Blimp by the time this pregnancy is over. Whoever said the second pregnancy was easier lied, it's worse than the first."

"It's only natural," Haley stated as she ate another bite of her eggs.

"My ankles are swollen, my breasts are sore, and I'm fat. It's more like torture."

"But just think, you'll have a beautiful baby in four months to make up for all of that," Haley pointed out.

"I guess," Taylor mumbled. Haley rolled her eyes amused. She could already see the hormonal changes affecting her sister. She was never this mopey before.

Haley really needed some time alone to take in everything that had happened within the last 24 hours. She had even shut her cell phone off. Haley was sure that all of her friends would be calling trying to find out where she was right now. She walked over and took a seat on the swinging chair on the balcony. As she sat there and observed the cute little neighbourhood, Haley absentmindedly played with the finger on her left hand. It was a habit she had involuntarily developed over the last year. It was also something she was sure would be hard to break out of in the future.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Taylor questioned while coming outside to join her.

"I thought that you were eating," Haley said.

"How can I eat when I can hear my little sister's lost thoughts through the wall?"

"They're not lost. They're…confused and…"

"Depressed?" Taylor filled in.

"Heartbreaking," Haley corrected looking down at her feet as she pulled a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Maybe if you talk about it, it'll help," Taylor suggested.

"What's there to say? I keep thinking about him. No matter how hard I try, everything leads back to him. I miss him. And the worst part is that he's the whole reason I feel like this and I'm here right now. Does that make any sense?" Haley asked.

"I'd say yes," Taylor answered. "Love can make you do crazy things."

"I won't argue with you there," she muttered. Haley hadn't been thinking straight ever since that fateful day last May.

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" Taylor proposed. "It could help to get it all off your chest."

"There's too much to tell. Believe me," Haley stated.

"So? I'm pregnant, Haley Bop. All I've got is spare time." Should I tell her everything? I mean, she is my sister and I do love and trust her. But will my rehashing it really make me feel better in the end?

"Come on, little sis," Taylor urged. "Don't back out on me now."

"I'd have to start from the beginning," Haley indicated a moment later.

"Well, I'd prefer that you did," she encouraged. Haley sighed. It was no use. Everyone would probably learn the whole story, anyway. It would be better if her sister heard the truth from her. There was no hiding it and there was no going back.

"Ok, it all started when…"

Review. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter. If you guys liked it, I will be happy to continue this journey with all of you! Clarification on the whole Brooke/Lucas drama will be in the majority of the next chapter as I want to make their intentions clear in the next chapter. So, if Brucas is not your thing, then I'm sorry feel free to come back in chapter three.

-Sidney