The next morning I wake to a pounding headache. I roll over, unsure of how I managed to end up in bed when the last memory I have was being in Taron's arms. The memory makes me smile to myself as I open my eyes slowly, being careful when adjusting my eyes to the bright light entering my room from the window. I roll over and notice a glass of water, two paracetamol and a little note on my cabinet. I grab the note and roll back over to the position I woke up in before opening the note and reading it.
I tried taking your makeup off when you fell asleep but I don't think I did a good job. I left a few things for you to hopefully make you feel better. I'll check up on you later. T x
I smile at the scruffy handwriting and hold the note closer to my chest, knowing that the person who wrote it really cares about me. I decided to call work and tell them I was sick so I didn't have to serve customers when running on what feels like only a few hours sleep. My body still feels heavy and overall I felt groggy. I decided to go for a run to take my mind off of recent events. I find my workout gear and tie my hair up in a ponytail before grabbing my earphones and heading out the door.
I arrive back at home to find a worried looking Taron pacing the step outside of my front door. When he notices me he runs towards me and grabs me on the shoulders. "Y/n! Where were you?! You weren't at the cafe and you weren't answering my calls! I was worried". I look down at the floor and back up at him.
"Oh, um I called in sick today. I went for a run to get some fresh air and to clear my head. I should have said" I reply. I was unsure of how long I had been out of the house, but it was apparently long enough for Taron to make his way around town to try and find me.
He takes a long breath and lets go of my shoulders. "Well how are you feeling today?" He asks, concern still in his eyes. I think for a moment before answering. "I'm ok, better than I was". I give him a reassuring smile and he returns it. "Well that's good. How about pizza and a movie tonight at your place? Like how it used to be" he asks and I nod my head enthusiastically. "That sounds great T!"
That evening was just like how it used to be before Taron moved away to pursue acting. When we were young teenagers, we used to spend our weekends at each others houses eating pizza and watching movies. It was some of the best memories we shared and I was sad that this tradition now rarely occurred.
As I pick up another slice of pizza I look over at Taron, who is fully engrossed in the movie. I don't realise that I have been looking at him for some time, focussing more on him than the movie, until he goes to pick up another slice of pizza, and catches my eyes on him. "You enjoying the show?" He smirks, and I chuckle at the fact he was quoting me from yesterday in the cafe. I roll my eyes at him as he flashes me a big cheeky boyish grin and I get up to sit next to him.
Now was my chance. We were both alone and I wanted to ask him about his true feelings. About it what Millie had said was true. But I froze before any words had left my mouth. I thought back to all of the happy memories we had made together throughout the years, and was instantly saddened by the idea that if this all goes terrible wrong, I would lose him forever, and all of those happy memories will become events that I would try my hardest to forget.
Instead of asking him what I really want to, I take his hand, causing him to snap out of the movie and turn his attention to me. "Taron?" I ask, and he looks my way. "Yes y/n?" He asks in response and i flash him a small smile, letting him know that there was nothing to worry about. "Yes" I simply say and he grows a confused look, his brows furrowing and wrinkles appearing on his forehead. "Yes?" He repeats, making sure he had heard what I said. I repeat myself again. "Yes... yes I will go to the premier with you".
He stops and his face turns from confusion to excitement, but it is soon cut short when a thought pops into his head. "Y/n are you sure? Can your anxiety handle it? As I said I'm not pressuring you into anything" he starts rambling and I can't help but laugh at him. "Taron please shut up, I've said yes and that's all that matters!" I laugh and he joins in, laughing at his instant craziness and worry at the thought of me having another panic attack. We both continue to eat our pizza, throwing quick glances and cheeky grins at each other as we watch the movie.
