As I pull up into my dark driveway, my mind keep racing back to Taron. Why hadn't he called? I turn the engine off and grab my phone from my bag in the passenger seat. I fumble around and click on his number, patiently waiting for him to pick up. No answer. I place my phone in my lap and hold onto the steering wheel. His phone must have died. I turn the engine of the car back in and pull out of the drive, heading towards Taron's house that was close by. I stop the car and make my way to his front door.
There were no lights on inside and his car was on the drive. That was strange. Taron had a bad sleeping pattern and always fell asleep really late so I knew he wasn't asleep, so where was he?! I knock on the door a few times and stand back. Again, no answer. I wrap my cardigan around me tightly to keep some body warmth as it was a chilly night and I look around, trying to see if there were any neighbours around that I could ask for Taron's whereabouts.
As I look around I notice a dark figure coming towards me. They were slouching and moving sluggishly and slowly, like a zombie. I take a step back closer to Taron's front door but the figure still makes it's way closer. As the figure comes under the streetlight, I am able to make out the distinct features of the figure's face. It was Taron. He looked awful and was walking as if he was drunk. When he notices me he picks up his pace, making his way towards me faster, and I run to catch up with him.
"Taron are you ok?" I ask, placing a hand around his waist to steady him. He let out a groan and I could tell he was drunk. The stench of alcohol lingered on him. I managed to walk him to the front door and open it for the both of us, dragging his limp body in and onto the sofa.
"Wh... what are you doing here?" He asks, slurring and stumbling his words. I looked at him sprawled out on the sofa and think it would be best if I got him some water. I go to his kitchen and fetch a glass from the cupboard as I answer. "I came to find you. I hadn't heard from you for a while and I wanted to check that you were ok." I thought it would be best not to mention Emily until he was sober, or at least for some time as it was still a pretty touchy subject. He simply nods his head as if he was giving me an apology for not contacting me as I handed him the glass of water.
He sat up and drank it as my eyes trailed over his features that were now altered due to the break up. His eyes were bloodshot and there were large dark circles under his eyes. His cheekbones were much more visible, as if he hadn't eaten, and as a result had lost weight in his face. His hands were bruised as if he had been punching a wall and his tshirt was stained with beer. I had never seen him this bad before. I had never seen him like this EVER.
He hands me back the glass and I take it to the kitchen, trying to ignore the awkward silence between us. When I walk back into the living room I spot Taron laying on the sofa again, only this time he was asleep. I smile softly at the sight of him, he looked peaceful and safe, even though his exterior said otherwise. I watch his chest as it moves up and down and I match my breathing to his. I pick up the Blanket beside me and walk over to him, placing it over his body and planting a small and gentle kiss on his head as I place it over him.
I take one last look at him before I turn around and scout the house for a piece of paper and pen. I decide to write him a little note like he did for me that one time. I place two paracetamol and a fresh glass of water on the side before I begin to write my message.
I hope you are ok. I've left some things to hopefully make you feel better. Please text me when you get the chance. Y/n xx
As I place the note next to the glass of water, I hear Taron begin to stir in the other room. I peer around the doorframe to notice him looking around for something, before meeting eyes with me across the room. He extends his arm out of the blanket and in my direction, ushering me to come towards him. I slowly peel myself from behind the door frame and make my way to the sofa that he is laying on.
"Can you stay... please?" He asks. I look confused, as he is perfectly capable of staying on his own, but I feel as though he may need some company as he no longer has Emily. I give him a reassuring smile and nod my head, before he scoots up on the sofa and pats the spot next to him. Cautiously, I lay down next to him, and he places the blanket over the both of us. He places his hand around my body and I feel his body close. It feels just like I imagined. His toned muscles around my small figure, fitting perfectly into place as if they were puzzle pieces; as if they were meant to be. I close my eyes and let out a sigh before I begin to drift off.
This was definitely not what I was expecting.
