I almost run back to Sophie's house, I feel broken, distraught and I am in actual pain from my desperate heartache. I open the door and she looks up at me, searching for clues to how the meeting went. She sees my tears as I fall to the floor, leaning against the door. "Oh Amy, it's going to be OK, it'll get better." She kneels down next to me and tries her hardest to sooth me. I just lie there, sobbing and sobbing. I try to talk but something in my throat blocks any words from escaping. My mouth trembles, remembering his face as I left him for the second time. Sophie's phone rings and she gets up to answer it. I stand up and take a long look at myself in the mirror, my face is bright red, tears stream down my cheeks, my hair is messy and my jacket is wonky. Everything about me screams, 'mess'. I shake my head and go back to my room and get my suitcase. Sophie wanders in as I slowly fold my pajamas back in to my bag. "Are you going back already?" I nod, tears drop from my face and land on my clothes, making small black marks. "Stay, even just for a few minutes. I made a cake whilst you were out." I turn round and see Sophie, smiling, trying to cheer me up. "OK, ten more minutes." I walk back out and sit on her sofa, it's not like there's anything to rush back to anyway.

Half an hour later and I take my seat on the busy train, squashed up against the window. I finally stopped crying when I left Sophie's, I've run out of tears, I think to myself. God knows I've done my fair share of crying over this past month. I plug my headphones in; I keep skipping songs, only a few seconds in. It seems like every song reminds me of him, when we danced around in our pajamas, when he sang, badly, to me when I couldn't sleep, when I danced and sang in the kitchen, making him and Phil laugh. The memories play round in my mind, like a 'best of show'. Then, just when I am emerged in happy memories, the clip of them kissing plays. I think that it was harder to get over because I actually saw it happen, if I had heard about it then at least I wouldn't have the image of them in my head.

Eventually, the train arrives back; I get off and look around for mum. I see her just driving up in the car park; I walk over to her, expecting her to ambush me with endless questions, ones I didn't want to answer. When we meet she holds me tighter than she ever has before, stroking my hair and I feel her cry. I pull back, shocked at the sight of my mum crying. "Mum?" She shakes her head, "Amy, me and your father are here for you, no matter what." Is all she says. We drive back in silence; I stare out of my window, watching the familiar roads pass by in a blur. We pull up outside the house. We go inside and dad is waiting by the door. He too hugs me tight, stepping from one foot to the other. "We can talk as soon as you feel up to it." He says, kissing me on the cheek, I nod and start walking back up the stairs and open the door to my old room.

And there he is. Standing in the middle of my room. The sight of him knocks me back. I feel as if I was hit by a wave of emotion, I suddenly forget all about all the bad times, all the heartache and pain. I feel my legs run to him, he stretches out his arms and at last I am back in them. He holds me close, I feel my heart pounding, like it is fixing itself back together. I hear his heart beating, i close my eyes and cherish the moment. He pulls back after a few minutes. "What are you doing here?" I ask, tears falling down my cheeks. He wipes them away with his fingers, "I realised that I wasn't going to let you walk out of my life again, I can't live without you, Amy. I love you too much. You're-"I'll never know what he was going say because I leaned up kissed him, running my fingers through his hair. He holds me round the waist, it is the most powerful kiss I have ever had, the two of us, becoming one. "I love you too." I whisper in his ear, his eyes light up like never before and he scoops me up off the floor and puts me on the bed. Then he reaches in to his pocket and pulls out my locket, "I kept it with me" He says, I lean up and he puts it back round my neck. "Amy, I promise to love you for the rest of my life; I want to get back with you. We can take it as slow as you like, start back from square one. I don't care Amy, I just need you." I put my arms round his neck, pulling him closer to me and we kiss, our lips locking against each other, a force that can't be broken.

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Thanks for reading my first fanfiction, i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it! Please let me know what you thought of it, even just a one word review! I'm planning on writing a second story and if you want me to include any topics or themes, let me know! Also, if you want me to write a sequel to this story, please feel free to ask me, i'm not too sure what to write next!