My BooBear

Day 43

(Cat's POV)

 I woke up for the second time in two days to general pleasantness. The room looked nice, it smelled like cleanliness and lavender, and I felt safe. The room was filled with softly colored light, filtered through light purply-blue curtains. I pushed myself into a sitting position with my good forearm and looked around. For the first time I noticed that the walls were four different colors: pale green, turquoise, pale yellow, and pale pink. "How pretty," I mumbled to myself. Suddenly a pillow poked me in the back, and I struggled to twist around and investigate. A mound of pillows and assorted soft things filled the space between me and the headboard. Damn, I thought, Lou sure went full out on decor. Soon though, I found something that looked out-of-place amid all the fancy Pier One Imports-looking pillows. It was a teddy bear, a rich butterscotch-colored bear with chocolate brown patches on the paws, belly, and nose. A ribbon with a tag on it hung around its neck, and my fingers toyed with the ribbon before opening the tag. I saw words, numbers, and hearts in my handwriting, as well as a note on the other side. I read my writing first: "Will you be my boobear? Catherine XOXO" I smiled. I remembered throwing this onstage at the concert, but I had no idea he had kept it. But there was still the unfamiliar note on the other side. I flipped the tag over and read, "Of course. But the question is, will you be my Cat?" My breath caught in my throat. I whispered, "Yes. Yes!" Then I yelled, "C'mere, Tomlinson!" He came sprinting into the room and plopped down next to me on the bed. "What is it?" I flung my arms around his neck and said happily, "Yes! Yes, of course I'll be your Cat!" He sat still for a moment, surprised, and then his arms found their way around my waist and he pulled me close to him. "Thank you," he murmured in my ear. He shifted his head so that our foreheads were touching, and he gazed into my eyes. He whispered, "You're beautiful, you know." I protested half-heartedly, "No, I'm not, I'm ugly and overweight and horrible..." He grinned lopsidedly, "Lies. You're perfect." I shifted my eyes downward. "Stop, please." Smirking, he tucked a finger under my chin and lifted it so I was looking at him again. "You're cute when you're self-depricating." Our eyes met for another second, and then he was leaning closer and my eyes closed and his lips hit mine and we were kissing. My fingers reached up into his caramel-colored hair. He kissed me harder, insistently, and his hands were on my hips, my sides, my shoulder blades. His mouth moved to my throat, and the combination of his soft lips and his pleasantly scratchy 5 o'clock shadow made me sigh happily. He pulled away and looked at me fondly. "Cat?" "Yeah?" I asked in a hushed voice, afraid that a loud noise would scare him away. He reached up, and his fingers brushed against my cheek as he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. "I think I'm in love with you." 

*A/N*
IT'S FINALLY OVER!!!
YAY!!!

Ok, so I'm super happy that this book wrapped up so nicely. I was rereading through the whole thing the other day, and I've come a long way. Guys, this is an accomplishment. This is a milestone!
But.....
I've fallen in love with these characters, and I'm thinking about writing a sequel. If I did, some possible titles would be:
-Unpredictable
-Cat's Journey
-Love At Last
-Mine Always
Please comment on whether you want a sequel, any title suggestions, and/or which title you like best. 
Love you guys loads,
The Buddha