Yours to Hold Chapter 1: Not Ready To Make Nice, an one tree hill fanfic

Summary: NH. Whether they liked it or not, fate had a plan for them. They were two lost souls, searching for comfort, love. Even if they didn't realise it, they were searching for each other.

AN/Hey guys! So this is my new story, and I'm not going to say too much except I hope you like it :D And also a huge thanks to Kelly for helping me out SO friggin' much! I love ya girlie! So please R&R.

'While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.' --Samuel Johnson

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting

I'm through with doubt
There's nothing left for me to figure out
I've paid a price
And I'll keep paying

I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and
I don't have time to go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
'Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I know you said
Can't you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don't mind sayin'
It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Sayin' that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting

She didn't want to do this.

Being dragged away for a holiday by her two best friends-she used the term loosely right now-was definitely not on her top ten list of things to do. They said she needed to get away but she disagreed, why couldn't she just sit in her apartment and cry? Really. What was wrong with that?

She'd told them she didn't want to go, but did they listen? No. They never listen.

Sighing she rested her back against the hard plastic chair. Why did airports never have comfy chairs? Was it like some airport rule? Make your passengers so uncomfortable that they'll buy an earlier ticket for the plane. She could just see all the airport staff sitting in a room thinking of ways to make more money. Then the guy who works at the luggage claim would say:

"I got it! We'll make the chairs so uncomfortable they'll have to buy earlier tickets." Scrawny little man would shout.

She instantly scowled and crossed her arms over her chest, stupid airport people.

Looking around the large space her scowl grew as she watched all the happy couples going off on holiday, however one in particular caught her eye. It was a young couple, mid twenties, clearly going on their honeymoon. She watched as the pretty blonde woman giggled after her husband whispered something in her ear, no doubt telling her that he couldn't wait to get to that hotel room.

She rolled her eyes. In a few years they'd hire a nanny for their kids, and then one day pretty blonde lady would come home and find the man she loves in bed with her. He'd say something like:

"This isn't what it looks like." Or her personal favourite. "Oh you're home early."

Then Blondie would shout she wanted a divorce, maybe slap the home wrecker before storming out of the house, crying hysterically. She'd run to her friends, who'd sympathise but would say:

"We told you not to hire a hot nanny."

After a year the divorce would be finalized she'd get custody of the kids and house, maybe even the cars while he'd be left with nothing, just the slut he'd cheated on his loving wife with. He'd realise what a mistake he'd made. While she'd realise what a waste of her life he'd being.

She definitely knew one thing, if she ever had kids-which she highly doubted she would-she was never getting a nanny.

As she watched them walk closer to the check in desk she shook her head with a sigh, they had no idea what they were in for. She thought with a little bit of bitterness. Atleast they got to experience it. Marriage. She looked down at her left hand that was wrapped around her right wrist as they rested on her lap, her finger looked different, without the silver engagement ring. Her hand instinctively lifted up to the silver chain she was wearing, holding onto the round band that hung off it.

Her gaze travelled to the large clock that hung on the wall opposite her, they were late. She didn't even want to go on this freakin' holiday, and she was here on time!

She tapped her foot on the ugly blue patterned carpet that adorned the airport floor impatiently, her brow furrowing as she couldn't seem to lift it back up after a while. Leaning over slightly her face scrunched up in disgust and annoyance as she saw the gooey substance that was holding her foot at ransom.

"Stupid fucking chewing gum." She muttered. God she really did hate airports. The sound of a pop filled her ears and her head snapped up, her eyes narrowing as a little girl, she couldn't be more than six stood in front of her, her mouth opening and closing as she chewed on the pink substance inside.

She tried to ignore the small child, by not so subtly looking anywhere but her. But the little frizzy haired brat just didn't seem to get the hint, and kept looking and chewing. God she hated kids. Okay that was a lie, she didn't really hate them, but when they just stood and stared at her, she couldn't bloody stand them!

"What?!" She finally snapped. Making a few passers by stare in her direction but she ignored them, she was used to ignoring people's worried gazes. The little girl simply stood. Looking. Chewing. Looking. Chewing. Unfazed by her tone.

She chewed on the side of her cheek as the child stood there dressed in pink three quarter length trousers, her socks pulled all the way up-oh to be young and unfashionable again. A white t-shirt with pink writing that said, 'I don't need your attitude I already have one.' Then her dark frizzy hair was up in two buns on the sides of her head, her face covered in freckles as she popped the gum again.

She clenched her fists as the 'Pop' seemed to echo in her ears, and she could feel the faint stirrings of a headache coming on.

"Listen you little-" she took a breath as she realised this was a child she was talking to, you had to be sweet and kind whilst talking to them, both things she was definitely not right now. She then sighed and put on a big fake smile, "Hi sweetie, could you please stop looking at me? It's really starting to freak me out." She spoke kindly, but the child didn't move a muscle. Chew. Chew. Chew.

She narrowed her eyes, feeling her temper flare. "Look you little Devil Child, if you don't stop staring at me right now I will take that chewing gum and stick it in your hair, then your mommy will have to cut it all out." She sneered, but yet again. Stare. Chew. Stare. Chew.

The little girls green eyes stared into her brown ones. She was seriously considering checking her scalp for any markings, preferably '666', but that might cause a scene.

"Are you retarded?" Haley asked softly. Pop. "Go away. Please." Great, now she was reduced to begging. "I'll give you money." She offered, taking her purse from her handbag. "Here take it. I don't need it." She held out a ten. Pop. Stare. Chew. Her temper flared again. "Look you little brat, I'm having a pretty crappy day already, and I don't need little Devil Children like you making it worse. Okay?"

Pop.

Her eyes narrowed into slits and was just about to curse the small child after all the names under the sun but:

"Kayla!"

Devil Child quickly spun around, clutching onto her pink princess carry on bag as she heard-what the older girl presumed was her mother- shouted at her.

"Lets go!"

The brunette's gaze moved to the owner of the voice. A tall, well dressed woman with perfect hair. Yip. Definitely the little brats mother. Then suddenly she felt sorry for the small girl, her parents probably just threw money at her, trying to make up for never being there.

Then 'Kayla' gave her a hard glare and trudged over to her mother and she felt all emotions of sympathy vanish. She could've sworn she heard the small girl hiss. But let it slide, she had a pretty crappy family. And that made a smile grow on her features. Haha! Little sucker.

"What the hell?" She demanded angrily as she suddenly felt a splash of cold liquid hit her cheek, she turned to her right, glaring at the man who sat beside her-when did he get there? He was holding a water bottle, the cap unscrewed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asked harshly.

He shrugged. "Just checking." then he went back to reading his book.

Her eyes narrowed. "Checking what? That there's water in the bottle? Well buddy there's a simpler way to check, take a freakin' drink!" She exclaimed, anger radiating off of her as she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand.

"No, I knew there was water in it." He told her, not taking his eyes from the page he was currently reading.

She'd never understood the expression seeing red, but right now, she could definitely understand it. "So why the hell did you throw water on me?" She demanded again.

This time he glanced up at her. "I was checking if you melted." He explained, and she suddenly noticed how blue his eyes were. Oh they were oh so blue. But the fact that he had nice eyes did not get him off the hook that easily.

"What?" She asked again, completely confused.

"Well in all the stories witches melt." He told her.

Her mouth went agape. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"The guy who just caught you being mean to a child, and in all the story books that's what witches do. Melt." He smirked and she felt her face heat up in anger.

"Look you jackass-"

"You always start your sentences with 'look you'?" His smirked widened and that just made her even more angry.

"Look you-"

"Haley!"

Her head whipped around at the sound of a high pitched voice screeching her name. She stood up, picking her suitcase from the ground as she grabbed her things.

"Have fun tormenting more small children." Mr. Blue eyes shouted after her before she was completely out of ear shot.

"Oh I will. Have fun being a jackass!" She shouted back.

"Oh I will!" He echoed her words.

Haley pulled her suitcase along, her left foot sticking to the carpet slightly every time she lifted it. Stupid fucking chewing gum.

"Where the hell have you been? We've being looking for you everywhere!" The taller brunette exclaimed.

Haley narrowed her eyes and the curly blonde could see she was about to blow a fuse so she stepped in.

"Come on." Peyton nudged them both. "We better get checked in."

Brooke flipped her short locks while pulling her large black sun glasses down over her eyes.

"You do realise we're going to Ireland right?" Haley asked.

"Yeah, so?"

"Well it's not exactly the sunshine capital of the world." She said sarcastically.

Brooke simply shrugged, a smile now planted on her features. "This is going to be so much fun!" She squealed excitedly.

"A riot."

Brooke sighed. "Come on Tutor Girl. Cheer up. This holiday's all about having a good time." She said as she handed her ticket to the woman at the desk. Both Peyton and Haley following her lead.

Haley sent the woman a smug smile. Let's see you go back to your boss now, 'Sorry Sir, she didn't buy an earlier ticket. Just sat on the horrible plastic seat.'

"Yeah c'mon Hales, cheer up." Peyton smiled.

So she did. Haley slapped on a big fake smile that her friends could see right through but Brooke shrugged.

"It'll do."

Haley trudged along in the middle of her two slightly taller friends, her shoe slightly sticking to the carpet every time she stepped on her left foot, the biggest fake smile ever on her lips, and her hair slightly wet on one side due to Water Boy. She sighed and shook her head.

She did not want to do this.

…

TBC . . X