Chapter Eight
I was stupid enough to believe that that song would change his mind because it didn't. He didn't email me, didn't instant message me, and he didn't call me. He wanted nothing to do with me. I never thought Tom would be like this. I guess I was wrong, very wrong.
Two weeks after I wrote my song, the boys were planned to go back to England. Two nights before they were to leave, Ashlee threw them a going away party at the apartment. I was there for the first five minutes. I had work and it was a good excuse to get out of there without talking to anybody else. Tom and I didn't look at each other; we didn't acknowledge that we were in the same room. I was nice to all the other guys. I told each of them to keep in touch with us and we get their next CD free. I gave each guy a kiss good-bye because I wasn't going to the airport to say good-bye. They all understood considering my situation with Tom.
I figured I would spend the day in bed and just wallow because that's what I did best when I was upset. But after about an hour of watching nothing special on TV, I had to do something. I turned on the radio next to my computer. I hoped that listening to music would make me feel better. I opened my email and still there was nothing from Tom. I turned off the monitor not wanting to sit in front of it thinking about him. I picked up my radio and carried it to the bathroom.
The water felt good against my skin. Taking a shower usually helped me clear my mind; it was the one place that I had absolute peace. It was the one place that I could think and no one could bother me. As the water poured over my body it made it clear that Tom was never going to change his mind. He wasn't crazy about me. All he wanted was someone to fool around with. He never wanted me. I could barely hear the radio with all the thinking I was doing. But for some reason my mind made me focus on what was being said. At the moment Romeo form Z100 was talking to a caller on the radio.
"I want to hear that song you premiered after the 9 at 9 countdown…the one by that British guy," the female caller asked. I didn't think anything of it. There were tons of British guys trying to get on American radio.
"People have been calling all day for this song. I guess people seem to like it. Well, you wanted it, here it is."
The music didn't start to play, but Romeo's voice came on again. "So we have a special guest with us tonight and he brings us a special song, right?"
A familiar voice started talking with a British accent. "This is a song I wrote about two hours ago. I wrote it about a certain person who I hurt really badly for stupid reasons. You know who you are baby." When he said baby it made me realize that it was him. But it couldn't have been him. I shut the water off and wrapped the towel around my body. I turned up the volume on the radio and sat on the toilet next to it. I closed my eyes and just listened.
I get a feeling I can't explain
Whenever your eyes meet mine
My heart spins in circles
And I lose all space and time
And now that we're standing face to face
Somethin' tells me It's gonna be okay
And I'm ready to fall in love tonight
Ready to hold my heart open wide
Can't promise forever but baby I'll try
I'm ready to fall in love tonight
Tears stung the corners of my eyes. It was Tom's voice. I was the girl he was talking about before the song. I was the girl that he wrote the song for. The song was about me! I switched off the radio and ran to my room. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. They were to take off in 90 minutes. I raced to throw clothes on and find a taxi. I took the first taxi I could to JFK airport. When I got there I called Ash's cell phone.
"Hey," she said when she answered the phone.
"What gate are you at?" I asked breathlessly.
"29…you heard the song, didn't you?"
I laughed, "Yes and I'll be right there." I flipped my phone shut and raced to gate 29. When I got in eye shot of the gate, I could see a small group of people hanging around. Harry spotted me first and hit Tom on the arm. Harry pointed to me and Tom smiled widely when his eyes met mine. He dropped his bags and met me halfway. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He took me in his arms and kissed me like I had never been kissed before. This was the kiss that I would remember until the day I died.