The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 39: Explosion

I remember how I had felt when he came back from Paris and I learned that he had been having sex with someone. I remember how I felt when he got his new job and I thought he was sleeping around. I understood. I understood the feeling. Jealousy in its pure form, as simple as that.

But he didn't seem to be getting me.

I pulled away, out of breath and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around his body, resting my face on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Nico. I'm- I'm not feeling like myself lately, without the meds and stuff, it's like I'm not even in control of what I do." I pulled apart and stared at him, searching his eyes. I felt like crying, my eyes watery. "I need time to adjust, this is all new for me too, I'm so overwhelmed I don't-"

"Hey, hey." Nico pulled me into his arms again, one of his hands stroking my hair. "It's okay, you're right. I'm sorry, I'm not being fair to you."

"I don't like him." I explained pulling apart. "You know how I feel about guys I don't know." I furrowed my brow. "I only trust you."

One of the corners of his mouth pulled up into a smile.

I frowned. "Don't laugh at me."

"I'm not laughing!" He said, this time letting out a little laugh. "I just... like that you trust me."

Nico engulfed me in his arms once again, kissing the top of my head.

"Nico."

"Mhm?"

"I'm drunk."

"No, shit." He chuckled. "I've seen you. You really got into cider, huh?"

"I wanna leave."

He grabbed my face and studied my expression. "You want me to take you home?"

I shook my head. "No, I wanna leave with you."

Nico licked his lips and smiled tenderly. "Let's go."

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As we walked into his apartment, I handed Nico my phone.

"Can you text my mom?" I hated texting and I wasn't in perfect condition to talk to her.

"I got her number last night." He grinned. I nodded and kept my phone inside my purse.

"What day is it tomorrow?"

"Monday. March 22nd. Do you have to practice?"

I jumped into his bed on my stomach, a few locks of hair covering my vision of him.

"Oh, shoot." I closed my eyes hard. "Yeah. Wait." I frowned. "I had a doctor's appointment someday this week. I can't remember if it was tomorrow."

"Look." He sat down beside me, removing my hair out of my face. "You're gonna take a shower, you're gonna put some comfy clothes and I'm gonna call your mom while I make some dinner. Deal?"

I nodded. After the first day I stayed here, I had learned to always bring clean underwear with me. I sat up and stared at him, who was looking at me trying to fight a smile. "Is it my hair?" I asked.

He shook his head. "You look beautiful."

I rolled my eyes and bit the inside of my cheeks so I wouldn't smile. He handed me yesterday's shirt and I made my way to the bathroom. Before he got out of the room, I called his name.

"Can you wait for the dinner? I'd like to make something for you.

He did cook pretty badly, to be honest.