WOOOO! Sorry to keep you waiting so long. Here is the last chapter of "Oh, Glory" i think you'll like it. i worked pretty dang hard on it.

I stepped off of the escalator with my luggage in hand, my carry-on and temporary case of clothing. My other boxes of furniture and belongings were just behind me in a truck driving to my house. I couldn't wait to see my family. Spending less than a month away from them is hard; but being away from home for more than a month has been torture. A fuzzy, purple scarf lay wrapped around my neck and matching purple beret sat lightly on top of my fiery –red head of hair. I was still bundled in my sweater and gloves because getting off the plane it was freezing cold. I was so glad to be back in Franklin.

Before no time, I spotted my mom and sisters running down the long walkway of the airport. I dropped my stuff to the ground so elated to see their smiling faces, I ran towards them. My mom enveloping me in a hug, squeezing me tight.

"Oh, Hayley. We missed you. How are you darling?" she asked.

Little Mckayla, my youngest sister, wrapped her arms around my waist as she is a short little thing like myself. Erica joined in the giant hug.

"It's been so boring without you!" she exclaimed. And when we were all done hugging and kissing and exchanging "I miss yous" she said, "I'm so glad you decided to come back, sis."

My mom ran a hand down my cheek and stroked my hair.

"I missed ya'll too." I said, meekly, a little bit overwhelmed at the joy my family was expressing to me. I'd been away from home before. We've toured in different countries, different continents. This isn't the longest I've been away from home. I guess the thought of me leaving home and staying somewhere else freaked them out. And after smacking myself a few times and facing reality, it freaked me out too. I missed my mom so much. I missed having her live fifteen minutes away. I missed my sisters. Little Mckayla and her smiles, her drawings, her sense of humor. And Erica, too. Making cookies with her on lazy Friday nights. Watching the stars light up the night sky of Nashville. I missed it all. It was a tough thing to choose between. My family and my bandmates. But once mom, Erica, Mckayla and I had hopped into the car, I knew I had made the right decision…or so I thought.

"I suppose you're hungry after that plane ride." My mom said to me driving down the highway.

"Starving," I said, "Can we stop at that Ruby Tuesdays?"

My mother chuckled. "That's just like you, Hay. You're a tiny little thing but boy can you eat!"

I just rolled my eyes and chuckled right along with her. It was odd how she still referred to me as a 'little thing' when I was nearly twenty-two years old. I wonder what she'd refer to me as if I were to tell her about the pregnancy scare. The drunken night. Josh. What would she say about me then?

While inside the Ruby Tuesdays I sat across from Erica while she tried to gobble down a hamburger. Mom had taken Mckayla to the bathroom.

"Still got those braces, sis?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Just got them tightened yesterday, they hurt."

I shrugged, munching on a french fry. "I wouldn't know," I said, "See this right here?" I pointed with my index finger to the tiny gap in between my two front teeth. "Proof that I ain't never had braces in my life time!"

Erica laughed and set her burger down on the plate. She flipped a blonde side bang out of her face.

"So how was Chicago? Was it wild and crazy with guys in the house?" Erica asked, eyebrows raised, grinning like a fool.

I laughed heartily. "Why do you always do that!" I asked. An image of Josh flashed into my mind at the moment but I quick pushed it out of thought. "You know the guys and I are just friends." Josh popped into my head again. I winced. Threw him out again.

She slumped a little bit. "I know…I guess I've been reading too much fan fiction." Erica said, sort of ashamed.

I laughed again. "You really read that shit!"

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "And you should too! It's really kind of interesting. There's a lot of little fantasies about you and Josh." She smiled again, making a 'romantic' face at me.

I couldn't think about Josh right now. The thought of him almost brought tears to my eyes. I saw him lying in his bed. Alone, depressed. Without me. Sad. Beat. I felt terrible for leaving him and I didn't have a good enough reason to do so. I felt like after all we went through a few years ago we should have just lain what we used to be to rest. Meaning it NEVER WOKE UP. I didn't want to live through the hurt again. The lonesomeness of an after-break-up sucks. Us being friends was working out just fine. I wanted it to stay that way.

I looked around the Restaurant trying to change the subject. "Do they have free refills here?" I asked my sister. "Because I think, I am running on empty. Here, I'll get us both some more."

I hoped my sister would get the gist and respect the fact that there was something wrong and I didn't want to talk about it. I took her full cup of Coke and mine of Orange soda and went of the drink area.

Erica followed me, confused.

"Hayley," she started, "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?" I asked, playing dumb. I put ice in her drink, refusing to turn around and face my younger sister.

"Don't change the subject. What happened? I thought we always used to joke about this."

"Nothing happened." I argued, "I promise. I just don't want to talk about that right now, okay?"

"Something happened. I can see it in your eyes." She said, spinning me around and looking into my face.

I decided not to try and hide it from her. She was my sister and she deserved to know. For some reason I actually felt like telling her. So I patted her shoulder and I sat her down back at the table.

I leaned forward on the table, my chin in my palms my elbows resting on the table.

"Okay, so you wanna know what happened?" I asked her.

Erica nodded eagerly.

"Alright," I said, "This is what happened."

Erica helped me close the buttons on my coat as I was about to jump into a cab.

"Call me as soon as you talk to him, I want to know what happens." Erica said, adjusting my scarf.

"Alright." I said, softly.

She pulled a hat over my head as if she were my mother. She does that sometimes, acts older than she is.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"You can do this."

"I know."

"Just tell him exactly what we talked about. Don't hold back."

"Okay."

I sighed as the taxi cab driver honked the horn (rude), we were taking too long. I grabbed my tote bag and stepped in the taxi. The leather seat was cold from the frosty air that now permeated around us. Nashville was still freezing in the late December.

"Are you sure mom won't mind if I go?"

Erica waved a hand at me. "I sent her a text. Besides she'll understand. This is Josh we're talking about."

The wind blew Erica's blonde hair all in her face. She struggled to push it behind her ears. Strands of my red tresses began to blow away from my head too.

"Alright."

I settled into my seat and just before closing the door I said: "Erica?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Erica grinned, her brown eyes glittering with happiness. "Just like that. Do it just like that!"

I laughed, rolled my eyes, and waved her away while closing the door.

As the taxi rolled off the curb and onto the mellow midday street I looked out the window to still see my sister waving and blowing kisses at me.

"Where to Miss Hayley?" I taxi cab driver asked me. I wasn't too surprised that he knew my name.

I put my seat belt on. "Chicago National Airport please," I said and a smile forced itself onto my face.

"Chicago?" he asked a little shock in his voice.

"Yes," I assured him, "Home."

I pulled up to the house in my car after stopping at the airport to get it. I took the key out of the ignition and the heat cut off. I looked around. It was dark outside, nearly ten o'clock at night. Snow and slush still filled the grounds. I took a deep breath and rested my head back against the seat, I closed my eyes. I let out a huge breath of warm air, making fog in the cold, sharp air that began to surround me from the outside. I thought about Josh. I wondered what he'd say to me. Would he be happy to see me? Welcoming me back with open arms? Begging me to love him? Begging me never to leave again? That was what I wanted to happen. Only in a fantasy world would Josh ever forgive me for being such a bitch to him. I reckoned he'd be angry. Frustrated. Upset with ME. I knew he'd have trouble believing what I was going to tell him. I was ready for it though. I had just sat in a taxi for a good eight hours then drove another thirty minutes to the house from the airport. I had planned exactly what I was going to say to him.

I ran my fingers through my matted red hair and tried to fix it up as best I could. I wanted to look presentable when I confronted him. I was beginning to get a bit nervous.

After sitting in my car for a good thirty minutes, the cold air getting in, my ass freezing; I came to the conclusion that I wasn't brave enough to confront Josh in person. I feared rejection. I feared his anger. I wondered if he still loved me. If that love was replaced with hatred and anger. But nothing can change that fast in a time span of a few hours, right?

I pulled out my phone and called him. I pressed my blackberry to my ear and waited for a response. But he didn't answer. In fact I called him six times and no one picked up. The seventh time calling I left a message.

"Josh," I said after the voicemail told leave a message, "its Hayley." I sighed, "I mean, of course…you know it's me. I've been trying to get a hold of you and for whatever reason you won't answer."

I wiped a nervous bead of sweat off of my forehead. "I was just hoping we could talk. I need to …tell you something." I said. With that, I hit the end button and at silently in my car. I waited for something to happen.

Shortly after leaving the message, my phone started to ring.

I glanced at the screen and saw Josh's name. My heart skipped a beat, and my stomach flipped. I answered it. "Hello?" I said, a little too eagerly.

"Hey." Josh said his voice placid; serene.

"How are you?" I asked, trying to be nice.

I could hear him sigh on the other end of the line. "I'm gonna lie to you and say that I'm just fine."
I closed my eyes and sighed. "Josh... I …"

"Save it." He snapped. "What did you want to talk to me about? Make it quick."

I felt panicked. I wasn't expecting there to be a time limit on what I was going to tell him.

"Well, I …uh…"
there was a long and awkward silence as I tried to pull myself together.

"I don't have all day." He said.

I took a deep breath and opened my car door. The freezing cold wind blew though my ears whistling loudly. I took a few steps back so I could see into Josh's bedroom window.

"Look out your window, Josh." I told him.

"What? Why?" he asked, confused.

"Just do it." I commanded.

Slowly I saw Josh's figure come to the window. When I saw his face my heart started to beat so hard and so fast I thought it might come bursting out of chest. I started to wave and when he spotted me, a cute little grin split onto his face, but only for a few seconds before he wiped it off.

"Oh, God." He said, in whisper, but I could hear him. He was chuckling.

I began to laugh a little as well. "Do you see me Josh?" I asked him, even though I already knew he did.

He chuckled. "Yeah, I see you."

We stood there grinning at each other, but I wore the biggest smile. My heart bulged with love as I stared Josh. I was about to explode, my cheeks hurt from the foolish grin I wore on my face.

"Why did you come back?" Josh asked me, finally.

I broke our gaze and stared around at the slushy, snowy grounds.

"I came back to tell you that I love you." I blurted.

I put a hand over my head to keep it from spinning. I watched through the window as Josh walked slowly around his room. "I…wow...um…" he said.

The line was silent for a few minutes. I could hear him breathing, thinking.

"Please say something." I begged.

"I don't know what to say. You told me we couldn't. What happened?"

"Josh I left Chicago thinking I'd just get over you. And the minute I stepped on that plane you were the only thing on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about you. It killed me to think that you were back home; depressed and rejected."

"Home," Josh repeated, "You're calling this place home? I thought you said Nashville was home."

"Josh you know how they always say that home is where the heart is?"

"Yeah."

I sighed. Took in a breath of the cold air. "Well I think you have my heart, Josh."

The line went dead then and I freaked out for a millisecond thinking he'd hung up on me before seeing the front door open to reveal the love of my life. He looked rather worn, almost as if he'd been fighting a long battle and he was just now resting. His eyes were tired but when he laid eyes on me they turned up a bit.

He used his pointer finger and motioned for me to walk over to him. I smiled shyly and resisted skipping through the snow to Josh. I stood in front of him, my hands folded in front of me.

He laughed. "What are you doing, silly?" he asked me.

I shrugged. "What?"

"Come here," he said and he grabbed my arms. He wrapped his warm and cozy arms around my small frame and I fell into his body. I buried my face into the chest of his loose, soft t-shirt and inhaled his scent. I could feel tears coming to my eyes. That familiar smell. This familiar feeling. I missed it.

"You have my heart too, Hayley." He whispered into my ear.

I let out an uneasy groan, trying to keep myself from crying like a little baby. "Thank, God."

"Are you here to stay?" he asked me, pulling away from the hug.

I nodded. "Yeah."

He smiled and grabbed my hands. Our fingers intertwining with one another he said "That's cool, Hayley."

A tear slipped from my eye just as Josh was leaning in to plant a tender kiss on my forehead.

I looked into his eyes. The happiness I saw made me melt. It was almost as if the fantasy I was daydreaming about had utterly come true. Josh was mine. I was his. My best friend. My boyfriend. It all felt so right. So fresh. So beautiful.

He pressed his forehead to mine, our noses touching and in unison we leant in for a kiss. We could hear the other guys coming up behind us. Whistling, commenting, and asking what the hell was going on. But I didn't care, and I don't think Josh did either. Because we were together. And for the first time, I think I was beginning to accept it.

It started with a high school relationship. A small, think-nothing-of-it, cute, little relationship. Then came the feelings, the love. The treacherous break-up that left me feeling empty and alone for months. After a little healing came the aftermath, the rebuilding of our friendship.

Then there was the surge of events. An odd craving for potatoes, a drunken night, a one-night stand, a pregnancy scare, hurt, fear, rejection…it all led up to this. And now we're in love again. I think this was how it was supposed to be. If not, I wouldn't be here kissing best friend; and loving every second of it.

Yesss, a very sappy, cheesy, HAPPY ending. you knew i was gonna do that! ha.

i hope you enjoyed reading my Fanfic. this was my first one so i'm really surprised at how much feedback i got. Thanks so much to all of my regular readers for being so loyal and reviewing everything! I LOVE YA'LL! look forward to seeing more stuff from me in the future!