Music In My Heart - Dreamwastaken

I Love You

CW: Slight NSFW

~ Things in German are underlined <3 ~

Anja POV

As soon as I hung up the phone I ran to my laptop to purchase a ticket home, not even considering how the conversation looked from his side. I decided I would come back in a month to finally meet Antonio in person. He was doing a lot better but needed more time in the hospital. Knowing he and my mom were okay gave me the ability to prioritize my relationship. Monday afternoon I hopped on a plane, having me land in Orlando at 6.

The whole flight I spent anxious, wondering how I could say the three words to him. The old Jamaican man next to me was nice enough to let me vent in exchange for him to complain about his kids. His daughter was getting married to a man he didn't like. He was an interesting and sweet man.

The uber pulled up to the house at 8 as the sun was setting. I was hesitant to get out. This was going to be the first time I had talked to him in person since we fought and I was going to spill my heart. I knew his anger and jealousy put him in the wrong however, I couldn't help but feel guilty. If I had been honest with him and more importantly myself from the beginning, maybe the fight wouldn't have happened. He laid all his feelings out in front of me and I was too scared to even consider that I felt the same way.

I opened the front door to a dark house. It was clean like how I left it but somehow colder despite the spring heat outside. "Clay?" No response. I walked further in. "Clay?" I made my way upstairs. I took my time walking up, still deciding if I was really ready to tell him. I knocked on the door and it opened with the first hit. I could see the dim light of the fake candles glowing on Clay's face. His green eyes were bright and his dimple was showing from his big smile. He was standing on top of a fluffy blanket laid across the floor. "What's going on?"

"Oh. You're back. Come here." He softly grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him and down to the ground. "Sit down, please?" He pointed to the floor in front of him. I did as he asked.

"We need to talk."

"I know. I-I know. I have something I need to say so can I please talk first?" I nodded. He pulled out a crinkled paper from his back pocket. It was covered in scribbles. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry if I pronounce any of it wrong." He played with the paper a bit, looking over it one last time before he fixed his posture. "Alright. I know we have only known each other for a few months," his American accent was so thick but it was cute, "but I have come to care about you more than anyone I have ever meet. I made you very mad because I got jealous for no good reason. I am so sorry." He spoke so slow and over-enunciated, it was almost impossible to understand him. "I wrote this to tell you that you mean everything to me and I need you in my life. You are the music in my heart. You make me want to sing about my truths. I love you so much." His cheeks were flushed pink and nervous sweat was dripping down his face. Small tears were forming in my eyes. "I am so... so sorry Anja."

"Clay." He was still looking down at the paper like he was scared to face me. I leaned forward on my knees and lifted his chin up so his eyes would meet me.

"Please don't break up with me, Anja. I know I made you mad and I was stupid."

"No. No." I crawled forward, placing both my palms on his cheeks to hold his face. "I love you too Clay."

"What?" He looked down at me with genuine shock that morphed into a big smile.

"I would never leave you. I need you too." I shifted to sitting on my bum and took his hands. "I should have told you sooner. I think I've loved you for a while but I didn't understand my feelings. This is all so new to me. I didn't want to get ahead of myself and get hurt or realize my feelings weren't real and hurt you."