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I'm at a loss for words, I never thought that he would tell me. I had my suspicions about what happened but they were nothing like this, who would do that to a child. Who would hurt my boy like that, he didn't deserve that. I want to comfort him but I don't know what to say.
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He lifts his head from my chest and looks up at me, his eyes are red and swollen and tear marks stain his cheeks.
"I don't know what to say." She says honestly.
"You don't have to say anything, just tell me that you still feel the same about me. Tell me that you still want me." He begs.
I lean in and kiss him, I let my lips linger before I slowly pull away and lick my lips. I place my hands on the sides of his face and lightly graze my thumb over his cheeks.
"Nothing will ever change the way I feel about you."
He rests his head back on my chest and I lightly scratch his head. After sitting like this for over an hour I lightly pull away and he looks up at me.
"Let's go to bed." She says softly.
He nods his head before I climb off his lap, he stands up and takes his shirt off. He hands it me and I smile, he takes his pants off and climbs under my covers. I turn around and slip his shirt on before I take my jeans off. I climb under the covers next to him, I pull his arm towards me signaling for him to lay on my chest. He lightly lays his head on chest before he wraps his arms around my waist.
"Thank you Tessa."
"Don't thank me, I'm always here for you."
I lean in and plant a soft kiss on his forehead before I gently run my fingers through his hair. Once he's asleep I just lay awake and stare at the ceiling, I can't believe he went through so much at such a young age. Now I understand why he is the way he is, there is no excuse for him treating people badly but after all he's been through I completely understand why he has such thick walls.
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I wonder what happened to the girls that he was with? Maybe I should try to find them? Or maybe I can find his birth mother? I mean Sarah isn't a lot of help because that could be anyone but maybe I can contact the adoption agency? Would he even want me to do that? It's worth a try. After over thinking everything that happened between Hardin and I, I realize that this is the first time we have slept in the same bed since out "break up". I missed him.
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My eyes slowly adjust to the morning light, I look down and see that he's still laying on my chest. I just watch him sleep, he looks so peaceful. Suddenly I realize that I have school, shit. I really don't wanna move him, he looks so good. I only have one class today, it's not the end of the world if I miss. I've never missed a day of school in my life, it's fine. It's just one.
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After laying here for 20 minutes he slowly stirs awake, he lifts himself up before he sits up and yawns. I sit up and face him.
"Morning darling."
He rubs his face before he runs his fingers through this hair and slicks it back.
I was afraid he was gonna wake up in a bad mood but I'm happy he's being playful.
"Morning." She chirps.
He leans in to kiss me but I pull away.
"What's wrong." He questions.
"Nothing, I have morning breath. I haven't brushed my teeth yet." She says with a giggle.
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Before He Lied
FanfictionThe coming of age Tessa Young finds herself in a difficult position when she has to chose between what feels right and what is best. The bad boy player Hardin Scott must chose to deny his feelings or allow himself to be happy. Will love be enough to...