Maybe it's All for The Best

Chapter23: Over

Seeing Nate again was like seeing an old friend – it was exciting because I'd missed him, but there wasn't that... Romantic spark. The tingle you should get when seeing your fiancé for the first time in weeks.

"What are you doing here?" He exclaimed, scooping me up in his arms.

"I came home early" I smiled. "I missed you too much"

He laughed and kissed my lips.

"I missed you too... Come on, lets go to my trailer" He wrapped his arm around my hips.

"Wait, what about filming?" I laughed as he dragged me along.

"They'll wait. It's break time anyway" He waved his hand. I shot an apologetic look to the director and film crew. They just rolled their eyes and someone yelled 'take five'.

"When did you get back! You should have called and I would have come picked you up!" He pulled me into the trailer and shut the door behind him. He looked so happy.

"I got back this morning... Katie picked me up" I shook my head. Something crinkled under my sandal and I jumped. "Whoops" I mumbled, swooping down to pick up the yellowed envelope on the ground.

"What's what?" Nate frowned.

"I dunno" I handed it to him. "It was on the floor"

He ran a hand through his hair as he ripped it open. I went over to the kitchenette and started making tea.

"What the fuck?" He hissed, rifling through the pile of paper in his hand. He turned and looked at me, his face screwed up in anger. "What is THIS!" He waved a photograph in my face.

I blinked and focused on the picture. The mug in my hand dropped to the floor and shattered.

The photograph in his hands was from the birthday party, everything dark and in shadow. The two figures were fused at the lips, pressed up against the wall. His hand was scrunched in her hair, holding her in place like it was their last night together.

The male figure brushed hair off the girls face, making it as clear as day.

It was me and Harry, our last moments together.

The worst thing was the picture was moving... was It bad that I was more worried that my secret was about to be exposed than what happened at the party?

"When this fuck did this happen?" He yanked the pictures of me and Harry from my hands. "You... fucking cheated on me" He exploded. "How is this fucking picture even moving?" He studied the moving picture closely.

"I don't – "

"You know what, that doesn't fucking even matter" He threw the picture at me. "You're a whore"

"Nate, I..." I was cut off by a sharp knock on the trailer door

"Mr Carter? I'm sorry but we need you back on set" Someone's voice came muffled, through the door.

"He's coming!" I said loudly. "I'm... I'm sorry" I whispered. I reached for the trailer door but he pulled on my arm.

"We will talk about this tonight" He said in a soft voice. Deadly soft. He was so mad. His hand was clenched tightly around my arm, hurting slightly. "You act like nothing's happened, you hear? I don't need this kind of publicity right now"

I nodded and pulled open the door. I came face to face with an assistant who looked me up and down. His mouth dropped open.

"Get your eyes off my girl, Peterson" Nate wrapped an arm around my waist. 'Peterson' stammered something and then turned to walk away.

"That was mean" I muttered, forcing a smile. Nate kissed me.

"I know... he'll live though" He murmured. "I'll see you tonight"

I nodded and walked off set. The picture in my hands weighted heavily on my mind. I wasn't even that upset that Nate would probably break up with me after this. What I was upset about was that the one thing I wanted more than anything in the world right now was to be back in that moment with Harry, wrapped up in his arms.

The ironic thing was, the thing I was still the most worried about was Nate asking what made the pictures move, because then I would have to tell him that I was a witch. Out of everything, I was most worried about him finding out about me being a witch.

Talk about having my priorities backwards.

"Katie?" I called out through the apartment when I got home. "Katie are you here?"

"Katie isn't here" I heard a voice say. I frowned. If Katie wasn't here then who the hell was? I tossed my keys on the table next to the door and walked through to my living room.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" My voice turned to ice when I saw her, sitting primly on the edge of my couch.

"I see Nate got the pictures" Sarah nodded to the envelope in my hand. "Did he like them?"

"YOU sent these to Nate?" I blinked. "Why the hell would you do that!"

"To ruin your life" She shrugged as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"But... why?" I ran a hand through my hair.

"Because you ruined mine" She shrieked. "Harry's life was fine until you came home. There was me and there was Harry and we were going to be happy" She stool, her face screwed up in anger. "But you ruined it"

"I didn't intend to ruin it, I swear" I shook my head.

"But you did" She nodded. "You told me he was mine that I could have him and you gave up... but then you took it back, didn't you. You slept with him and ruined my life" She glared at me and pointed to the picture in my hands. "So I ruined yours"

I frowned and raised an eyebrow. "But, now that Nate's going to break up with me... I can just go back and be with Harry" I pointed out. My heart jumped at the thought of this.

Sarah just smirked and folded her arms. "Yeah, I thought of that. Then I remembered how mad Harry is at you that you ran away again... he doesn't want to hear from you ever again"

My mouth went dry. "Mad?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, he's super mad" She nodded. "I heard him talking to Roe – she's just as mad you know... I can't believe you kicked your own sister" She shook her head and tutted. I winced. "But Harry, he's mad because you told him you loved him and then left"

My gut wrenched. "But I do love him..."

"Yet here you are in New York, with a fiancé" She sighed and shrugged. "Oh wait, sorry... I don't think you even have one of them anymore" She smiled.

Tears burnt my eyes, but I blinked them back. "Get out" I whispered.

"Sorry?"

"Get the fuck out of my HOUSE!" I screamed, pulling out my wand and sending a jet of light at her. She squeaked and dodged me.

"I'll give my love to Harry... Unlike you I won't take it back" she waved her fingers before disappearing on the spot.

I sank to my knees. I'd lost everything. Even if Nate broke up with me after this, I wouldn't be able to go back home to Harry. I had nothing.

I pulled myself off the floor and flopped onto the couch. It was ages before I heard a knock at the door. I pulled myself up and opened it.

"We need to talk" Nate murmured before pushing past me.

I shut the door and followed behind him.

"What the hell happened in London, Riley?" He asked, not looking at me. The picture was still where I dropped it on the floor, but he stepped over it.

I considered lying to him, telling him the photo was a fake but I couldn't. Lying would only make things worse.

If I didn't have Harry, I had to at least try and make this relationship work.

"Harry's my ex-boyfriend" I admitted. "We broke up just before I came to New York..."

"And you still love him" Nate ran a hand through his hair. I nodded, trying not to think about how much Harry hated me right now.

"But, I came back because I made a commitment to you and I love you too" I bit my lip.

"You love me but you can do THAT!" He pointed to the photo on the floor. "How the fuck is it MOVING!" He yelled, pacing over and scooping it up. "There has to be some chip... or... computer... or holographic... thing" He grunted, turning it over and over in his hands.

"It's magic" I said softly.

"Magic? There's no such thing as fucking magic" He snarled at me. "Don't be such a stupid whore"

"It's magic, because I'm a witch. Harry's not Roe's boyfriend and my family doesn't even live in London" I sighed. "I just told you that because I didn't want you to know that I'm... I'm a witch"

Nate stared at me like I was insane. "Oh sure Riley... confuse me by telling me you're a fucking witch... it doesn't stop what's happening in this picture" He snapped, grabbing my arm. "There's no such thing as magic. You're just a stupid whore who I never should have fallen for in the first place"

He shook me, hard and I cried out.

"Let me go..." I gasped.

"No" he shook his head. "How could you DO this to me? I've given you everything. Do you know how many people would love to be in your shoes right now? Engaged to one of the richest, hottest men on the planet?" He shrieked. "Too many to count on one hand, that's for sure... yet the one I choose, cheats on me with a stupid, messy haired freak and turns out to be fucking insane!"

"I'm sorry" I gasped. "But I'm not insane" I shook my head. I pulled my wand from my back pocket and he stared at it.

"Oh fuck off... you have a fucking stick?"

"It's a wand!" I frowned. I pointed it at the lamp and flicked it. "I didn't want to tell you because I knew you wouldn't believe me" I shook my head. He just stared between me and the floating lamp. His hand dropped from my arm.

"What... the fuck?" He paced over to the lamp and waved his hands above it and below it. "How are you..."

"I told you... I'm a witch" I shrugged a shoulder.

Nate sighed and let his hands drop to their sides. I set the lamp back on the side table and shoved my wand back in my pocket.

"I love you too Riley. I really do... I'm so, so pissed off with you..." He shook his head. "But I do love you" He walked over to me and kissed my head. "I just need some time... Keep the ring on, no matter what ok? I don't need bad press at the moment"

I nodded numbly. "I understand"

"I'll call you later" He sighed and walked out. I stood and took a deep breath in and out.

I didn't know what to feel, so I contented myself with feeling slightly numb, and of course, totally pissed off with Sarah. How dare she come into my life just to ruin it?

Plea's Note:

Sarah's a pain in the ASS! GOD! I HATE HER! Anyway, there's only like... three more chapters. I can't believe it's all over!

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