“What?”
“Get up.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve whined and moped and complained for weeks. And frankly, I’m sick of seeing you so miserable. It’s time you do something about it.”
“Do something about it?”
“Yep. We’re going over there. Right now. So come on. Get up. Let’s go get your man.”
“He’s not my man.”
“Not with that attitude he's not. Aren’t you the same girl who practically forced me to pull up my big girl panties and take a chance on Mason?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“It was exactly like that, and you know it. So, Charlotte, now it's your turn. Get your phone and let’s go. I’ve got a daughter at home who needs me to give her a good night kiss, but she has to wait until my stubborn ass best friend stops being so damn scared and fights for her happy ending because we both know, the only way that’s going to happen is with them.”
There was no point fighting, and I didn’t even want to. Hannah was right. I needed to do this. Hell, part of me wanted to do this. If Luke slammed the door in my face, then at least I’d know I’d done everything I could. I owed it to him, I owed it to myself to take the risk. I loved him too much to walk away without putting it all out there. But as I slid across the back seat of our Uber, making room for Hannah before rattling off his address, I was silently praying, ‘please don’t slam the door in my face.’
By the time we were standing in front of his door, I was as sober as a judge and pretty sure I was going to throw up. Twice I’d tried to turn around and go home, or better yet, back to the bar for another couple of cocktails and a shot or two to take the edge off, but Hannah was refusing to let me run. Bitch!
“Right. We’re here. Now you need to knock,” Hannah told me, hanging back.
“I can’t.”
“You can. And we both know you need to do it. At the very least, you owe him an explanation and an apology. If he doesn’t accept it, well, it sucks but there’s nothing you can do about it. But at least you’ve had a chance to say what you need to.” Hannah almost sounded like a cheerleader. If she broke out a ‘go team’ I might very well push her down the stairs. I wouldn’t, but the idea had its appeal. “Now, knock.”
My hand was shaking as I lifted it up and banged on the door.
“That was pathetic,” Hannah chastised, pushing past me and knocking loudly.
“I thought you were on my side,” I growled.
“I am. I’m always on your side. Charlotte, I’m always on your side and I want to see you happy. And you’re happy with Luke.”
I shot her a dirty look.
I didn’t need to be reminded how happy I was with Luke. I remembered. Every single night I remembered. It wasn’t like I could forget.
There was no answer.
Rocking on the balls on my feet, I was ready to turn and leave when Hannah knocked again. Guess she wasn’t as ready to give up.
“He’s not there,” a voice offered from behind us.
Somehow, I managed to turn without falling on my face but when I saw Mrs. Neal standing there looking confused a sinking feeling overcame me.
“Hi, Charlotte. I didn’t think I’d see you around here again,” she said softly.
“She’s here to tell Luke it was all a huge mix up and profess her undying love,” Hannah blabbed, and I felt my cheeks burn.
“And you think he’s ready to hear it?” Mrs Neal asked pointedly.
“I …”
“He needs to . He doesn’t know the full story and when he does, they’re going to live their happily ever after.”
