Summary: Preppy Sakura and rocker Syaoran had been together since the seventh grade. But now, in senior year, Sakura has finally had enough, and ends their almost six year relationship. But Syaoran? No, he just won't give up that easily.

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS or anything like it. I just own this plot line.

© April 21, 2007

Harder To Breathe
Chapter 8: Fixed
Written By: SweetBabyGurl

The crowd went absolutely crazy. The meter had hit its limit, and it was quite obvious to everyone who the winners of the contest were. They never did come up with a name finding it unnecessary at the time; they figured they would come up with one when they got signed. After the rest of the audience was slightly sane again, Sakura got up from her seat and made her way to back stage and towards the dressing room she was pretty sure Syaoran would be occupying before she lost her nerve.

Knocking hesitantly, she waited for any sign that would let her know what she should do next; continue to wait or to leave. To her surprise, the door opened.

"Sakura," Syaoran spoke her name only slightly above a whisper.

"I've got something to say Syaoran, and I want you to listen," she told him, her fingers twisting themselves on their own accord.

"Um, Sakura," Syaoran began to speak, looking anxiously behind him.

"Just listen to me, please. I really listened to your song Syaoran, and I really think I've been stupid," she started to speak, and raised a hand when she saw him open his mouth again, signalling she wanted to finish first. "I guess I just wanted you to have a taste of your own medicine. But you'll always be my Syaoran and I thought that the guy I fell in love with disappeared. But tonight when I saw that look on your face when you were singing to me, I recognized that you didn't go anywhere. God, I love you Syaoran. And if you'll have me, let's get back together," she told him earnestly, taking her hand in his.

"Sakura, I've got something I really have to deal with right now, can you give me like two seconds and I'll—" he began but was interrupted.

"Syaoran! I need you, won't you come back to me baby?" She heard a seductive voice from within the room call. Sakura suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

"I guess there's my answer. I have to go," she told him quickly, her voice cracking.

"Sakura, wait! It's not what it looks like!" Syaoran tried to tell her desperately, but Sakura shook her head.

"No, no it's alright. I'll um, see you when, uh, I see you. Hopefully, it'll be never again." With those last words she ran in the opposite direction, not bothering to think who he could have been cursing at within the room.

"Sakura!" Turning around, she flashed Tomoyo a bright smile as the girl ran towards her. "What happened to you Friday night? I looked for you all over the place after everything was finished but, I couldn't find you."

It was Monday morning and everyone had clung to the sides of the winners of the Battle of the Bands. She left her phone off all weekend so she wouldn't even be tempted to call a certain idiot.

"Oh, well I went to talk to Syaoran and I wasn't feeling too great afterwards, so I just went home. Plus my phone, uh, died so I had to charge it all weekend," she elucidated, telling a little lie.

"Oh, well that would explain it then," Tomoyo shrugged, leaning against a locker next to Sakura's while she worked on getting it open.

"Explain what?" Sakura asked distractedly, trying to get the locker open. It never worked on the first try for her; she had to do it at least three times before she got it or passed it off to someone else.

"Well Eriol was telling me that Syaoran's been trying to call you all weekend. I can't believe that little whore was still in their room when they left," Tomoyo explained with a huff.

"W-what are you talking about?" Sakura asked, dread and confusion filling her.

"Well all week that little tramp Mika's been chasing Syaoran, and he's been doing everything in his power to get her to back off. He kept on telling the stupid girl over and over that he loves you, and only you, but she just wouldn't comprehend the little fact," Tomoyo began. "But anyway, while they're up on stage, she sneaks into the room and she's dressed in lingerie waiting for him! That's so disgusting. The guys told him to deal with it since she didn't want to have anything to do with the rest of them, thank God. But Christ! You can only get so desperate, you know what I mean? Sakura? Sakura, you're looking really pale. Is everything alright?" Tomoyo asked, worried about her best friend's condition.

"Oh my God, I'm an idiot. I went to the dressing room afterwards and heard her calling him and automatically assumed that he was having another little fling!" Sakura cried, stuffing her head into the locker that she had just opened. "Shit!"

"You better go and fix it then my dear," Tomoyo told the girl after letting out a low whistle. "And here's your chance."

Looking up, she saw that Syaoran had just entered the school. Shoving her books that she needed that morning in her bag pack, she took a look at herself through her mirror before slamming the locker door shut.

She made her way across the hallway to him, admiring him from afar. God, why was she so suspicious? I mean, she had just told the boy that she trusted him and yet she wasn't showing it. His back was facing her; he was talking to some of the guys from the soccer team. Tapping him on the shoulder, he turned around and held a softened expression. He opened his mouth to talk, but Sakura interrupted.

Grabbing both sides of his face, she pulled him down to her and kissed him fully on the lips. She felt his smile and laughed slightly when she felt his arms wrap around her and pull her tightly to him in quite the aggressive manner. Blushing at the cat calls and jeers they were receiving from their audience, they pulled away for air before going back in for another kiss.

"I'm sorry for being so stupid," she whispered, his forehead leaning against hers.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too, babe," he replied, grinning down upon her. "So," he began, taking her hand and intertwining his fingers with his own, "does this mean you're mine again?"

"Well, I don't randomly go around tapping guys on the shoulder and kissing them in public, so I would think so," she told him with a grin of her own. Laughing he picked her up, twirled her around and kissed her soundly again.

They didn't live happily ever after, because their lives weren't close to over yet. But it sure as hell was a start.

The End

Notes: That's all folks! Well, it's been quite the bumpy ride, but this one is finally over. I hope all enjoyed reading this fiction as much as I enjoyed writing it. Take care everyone and ja ne!