𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

I stare at her and she is quiet. Tears run down her cheeks as I hold the pregnancy test and she holds the condom.

I was surprised really. Not that she caught me cheating. But at the pregnancy test, I had found it in her purse.

It was the sole reason why I had come up the stairs, why I found her staring at the trash can where I had thrown the condom in when he came over. The night is still in my head.

I was surprised when I found him standing outside of the house at midnight and sadly I was happy that Olivia and Lauren have gone to her house so that they could have a sleepover.

I remember everything like it happened just a few minutes ago. His little body against mine, his eyes, and the way he called my name, I loved it all if I'm honest. Loved when he'd let out the pleasured cries or when he'd try desperately to connect our lips. His face when he came. When I came.

When he started crying, letting me see him when he wasn't the strong almost emotionless character he always is.

And when I held him, his heart beating against mine. Conjoining to become one. Our souls expanding to be a whole new universe.

"You cheated on me." She screams and I nod, I won't lie to her. She already knows. What's the point of doing it?

"You did too." My voice is soft as I hold up the pregnancy test. She scoff.

"Was this the reason why you wouldn't have sex with me?" She asks and I still remember that day when she first came, he was here too. In the last bedroom of the hallway.

She had insisted on having sex, after so long of not seeing each other from our previous break up, she figured that it would be a great way for us to reconnect our feeling.

It was the reason why I had passed his bedroom and if I'm honest the only reason why I was inside was that I heard something being knocked. I never expected to hear him moaning inside, his cries as he pleasured himself.

It made me imagine as he made the noises, what he might've looked like. How his beautiful eyes were closed, drool running down his chin and mouth agape.

I walked out after five minutes of listening to him, shutting the quietly before walking downstairs where later on I knew that I was fucked because he had walked to the kitchen too. In only his shirt and underwear.

"It is," I say and I sit down on the chair, she sits down on the one across the room.

"Who was it?" She asks and I stay quiet.

"You don't need to know their name," I tell her and she scoffs.

"I do, I am your girlfriend." She retorts.

"Who's the father?" I ask her and she rolls her eyes.

"His name is not important, so now answer me who was that bitch?" I scoff, hilarious. This was the reason why our relationship would end with us breaking up. She was so childish!

"Their name is not important," I say and she throws one of the lamps on the ground.

"How fucking dare you? We were working to build this relationship and you come to cheat on me!" She screams I sit back and I raise the pregnancy test in the air.

"Don't scream at me, I didn't get anyone pregnant. You cheated and you got pregnant." I tell her calmly and this time I do manage to catch the shoe she throws at me.

"This is all your fault!" She screams and I nod, I know it isn't but she is childish and if I tell her that it isn't it'll be more of a headache.

"I think that we should break up," I tell her, I look her into the eyes emotionlessly and she cries, standing up to grab the pregnancy test and walking out the room.

I stand up as well, following her and making sure that she doesn't do anything stupid as she has done before. Sitting on the stairs while watching her grab her purse calling me a cheating asshole as she opens the door to walk out, I follow after her.

Finding him with his hand up to knock and he stops for a moment when he sees her crying.

"Is Olivia here?" He asks and I shake my head grabbing him when she pushes past him to go inside her car and drive off.

We walk inside and towards the kitchen when he sits down on the stool. Awkwardly looking around.

"Did she find out?" He asks and with a groan, I nod.

"I found out she's pregnant." I say and he stops, to look at me as if a deer caught on headlights, "We never had sex since she came. We never slept together, the baby isn't mine." I tell him and he nods.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, calmly he intertwines both his hands. "About waking you up late at night. I don't know what overcame me." But he does, I know that he knows, and yet he doesn't want to tell me.

"It's fine. I enjoyed it." I tell him and he pauses for a brief second he looks at me, calm eyes in the serene silence.

"I enjoyed it too." He whispers, biting his lip and I begin to walk towards him he turns so that he can face me and he lets me hold him. Grab his chin and connect with mine.

I want to cry. They taste sweet. I love his warmth, as his hands go out to hold my shoulders. I pick him up and I set him on the counter letting myself melt in his warmth.

This felt like home.

His arms as I kiss him and in the middle of it I open my eyes and he does it too. Those eyes, those beautiful eyes.

Was this what falling in love felt like? I wonder. It didn't feel like falling, I wasn't falling. It felt like his arms were my home and when I was in them it made me never want to step out. Home with him was not a place. It was an emotion- a feeling that I have felt with him and only him.

He calls my name and I call him, I let him cling onto me. Hug me while his head rests on my shoulder. Tiny breaths leave his thin lips and I walk us to the couch as I carry him. Laying him down as I kiss him, not once wanting to let go and then I pull away.

I look into his pretty eyes, a mixture of the dark matter and stars hidden inside of him.

He hides a universe in his eyes.

And I sigh moving a little down to rest my head on his chest as I hug his waist and I feel his hands run through my hair. I close my eyes and I hum. Loving the silence.

His hands played with the strands. He begins to hum, it is soft almost inaudible, but he does it and it's beautiful. He is everything about him.

Grabbing one of his hands I bring it to my lips and I kiss if intertwining our together a and I begin to close my eyes.

His heartbeat is the melody that can put me to sleep.

I feel his body stop too, his muscles not tense anymore, and before we both know it.

We fall asleep on the couch.