lover boy

part ten

i fall asleep on him, once again. i wake up and his hand has somehow gotten to my head, which is on his chest. its nice, having someone with you. i bring my hands up to my eyes and i rub them. the mascara must have washes off in the pool or the shower because when i rub my eyes no black stuff comes on my hands.

i get up to use the restroom. the whole house is quiet. it almost felt like a fever dream, like his house became my house and i'm by myself again. i'm not though.

i walk myself back to his room when i see him stretching. it feels rude to intrude him waking up so i give him a second to wake up. i walk back into his room and he smiles.

"good morning!" he says through his yawns.

"good morning, do you need anything since im up?" i ask.

"no thanks." he falls back into bed and checks his phone. it's 9am. "is my mom in the kitchen?"

"no, no one's here." i sit back onto the bed. it is a little bit awkward after last night. i haven't figured out if he was drunk yet. he pulls me into himself and he turns on the tv. we watch tv for a little while before the door opens. he looks at me, looks up and then gets up. "i'll be right back."

i open my phone to see a few messages.

alexis: how was the party?

i open the next one.

harry: thanks for coming to the party, you should come again!

and the next one.

kaylea: loved the bathing suit last night!!!!

i turn my phone off. theres more to read but i don't want to read them. i hear yelling back and forth from a woman's voice and nicks voice. i get up and stick my head out of the door. nicks walking up the door way.

"what's going on?" i ask.

"we have to go." hes packing a bag.

"go? go where?"

"um.." he looks around, "will your parents let me over?"

"they're not home." i say. "you can come over whenever."

"okay, can you grab my charger?" he says, stuffing his uniform in the backpack. we pack some stuff for him in a couple minutes. he grabs my hand and walks out with me. his moms staring at us. i wave at her and she looks away. is she mad at nick because of me? we walk out of the front door and walk to my house.

"is your mom mad i stayed over?" i ask. his jaw is clenched. "no!" he looks at me and scrunches his nose a bit. she definitely is. "it's over this way."

we get there a little while later. i unlock the door and we walk in. the cool air hits me hard. "soooo this is your house?" he looks at me. "yeah...." i sigh a little bit. "it's nice!" he looks around at the pitch black house. he's lying. "youre lying!" he laughs.

my room is the warmest in the house, there's pictures of my favorite artists and films. i have pictures of me and my childhood. he looks at them. he picks up a picture of me when i was around four and i'm smiling at the camera. "you're a cute baby!" he smiles. i get red in the face so i look away. i can tell he notices but he doesn't say anything. my tv is on because i always forget to turn it off. i have music playing. "i love this song!" he tells me. 'step on me by the cardigans' is on. he dances which makes me get even more red. i'm smiling and cheering him on and then he gets on the bed with me. i'm laying on my back but my elbows are holding me up.

we talk for a bit.

"and that's why i'm never staying with them again!" he says over my laughs. he looks at me. i can tell there something going on behind his head i just can't tell what. he reaches for my bruised wrist.

oh no.

"what happened?" he somewhat quietly says, he's holding the injured hand. i think about an excuse. so much has happened i have to wait at least a little while before i tell him. "i slipped." i lie. he stares at me for a few seconds which felt like a few years. "please don't lie to me." he sounds like he means it. like he's serious and like he actually cares. what i do next physically pained me but i lie. "seriously, i slipped on my kitchen tile!" he knows that i'm lying. he nods. "okay." i feel bad i lied.

i fall asleep while listening to music. i'm not sure how long i slept for but i slept until it was the next morning. how did i sleep for so long, i have no idea. it might've been the stress, it might have been the lack of sleep from the past couple days but if nick hadn't waken me up the next morning i would've slept for longer.

how did i sleep for that long?