Secret alliances

0.24

Meera's Pov:

I open my door expecting family friends from the town but instead I see Wes standing at my front door.

"Hi," He breathed.

"Um, hi," My stupid, stupid body froze when I saw him. "Is there something you want?" I manage to muster some kind of control over my body and ask that.

"Can we talk?"

Oh fuck.

"Go on?" I weakly added.

"It's kind of private,"

"I see." I muttered. "Please just say it here, I need an easy out if I can't handle it." I half-cried/laughed.

"I'm sorry for what happened."

Tears threatened to fall.

"You could've told me what happened, I mean I know we aren't on the best terms right now but still, you could've told me."

Bitting my lip was not helping since tears were already falling. "It's okay," I muttered.

It's not fucking okay.

"No, Meera." He stopped me. "It's not fucking okay."

I looked away, trying not to breakdown even more.

"I'm a fucking dickhead, can I hug you?" He added that last part slowly.

"Yeah," I whispered lowly, my head dipping down even further.

His arms went around my body and pushed me inside my house. Behind him, he shut the door and locked it while keeping an arm around me.

"Meera, I'm going." Shiv called, he has a thing at work, so he's going to go for an hour and then come back.

"Okay," I replied back, pushing my head up.

"Are we alone?" Wes asked, murmuring against my forehead.

"Yeah." I pushed him off gently and went to the kitchen island for a glass of water.

This whole conversation was making me feel lightheaded.

"Is there anything I can do, get or-" he stopped talking and I turned around to see why.

Wes stood mid step near the the dinning table, his eyes were locked on the coffee table in the living room which had the whole setup for the prayers.

A framed photo of Dada with a flower garland, four vases of flowers, two on each side, a lantern cage with a single ghee diya inside.

My face soured as I tried to hold it together.

I patted his arm while walking past him, taking a seat on the swing.

"Wes, come sit down." I muttered, watching him still stand there in shock.

He moved slowly as he took a seat right next to me, halting the swing altogether.

"I am so, so sorry." He whispered, turning his head to me, dropping it on my shoulder. I froze completely before regaining control of my body.

"Are you okay?" I asked, "Do you need water?" I hold back all the passive-aggressiveness and put on a facade.

His head was still on my shoulder but I didn't dare move it off or move myself.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"No." I muttered. "I'm not okay."

"Talk to me then," he lifted his head higher than mine and I turned my head away.

"I don't want to." I snapped pressing my eyes shut. "Sorry." I muttered at the end.

He stayed quiet for a moment before wrapping his arms around me. At that moment, I truly lost my shit. I broke down and tears started pouring down my face.

I felt like I couldn't breathe and all Wes was doing was trying to help me breathe. I was suffocating and he was trying to give me air.

The doorbell rang at the same moment, I pushed Wes off and collected myself. Flicking all the tears off my face, flattening my hair, I plastered a smile and opened the door to a few of our family friends.

Wes must've skunked out of the garage since he came right back up the front stairs.

"What are you doing?"

"Just play along," he grabbed my arm we both went in.

He came in and greeted everyone and offered to get them water or something to eat, then he made me sit down.

And I played along for the rest of the night.

We both walked to my front door at one in the morning, after clearing most of the relatives and close family friends out for bed. It's really hard seeing everyone struggle.

"Thank you. Thank for this and that and all of it." I sighed, unlocking the door.

"Don't thank me. I don't deserve it." He muttered. "Can I do anything else? I don't really have to been home all night if you don't want me to be."

"Go home Wes." I said monotony.

"I don't have to be home if you don't want me to be." He repeated with extreme emphasis and pain.

Translation: Tell me to stay and I'll fucking stay.

"Just go home Wes, you've done enough for today. Thank you." I half-pushed him out my door and left him on the porch, while shutting the door.

"Meera, he wants to fix things." Cass replied from the Mandir, looking out at Wes still standing outside the door.

"And he can grovel, because right now, all I need is less drama and emotion." I leaned onto her shoulder and catch Wes's eyes from the side window and gesture him to go home. I even mouth, "GO HOME!" and make hands to push him away from the window. He dejectedly walked backwards off the stairs, blowing me a kiss through the window before slowly walking off to his driveway.

"I think he loves you." Cassidy mumbled in my ear.

"If he loved me, he wouldn't have said that." I'm so fucking petty.

"He loves you and he showed up and stayed till one fucking am."

"Stop we're in the Mandir, let's get out and then cuss." I blurted, groaned and grabbing her out to sit with me in the living room because the formal dining table was now filled with a few of my dads friends and cousins.

"When do you wanna go home?" I asked, once we got to the living room.

"My mom gave me clearance to stay over incase you needed anything," she looked at me.

I love her so much.

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This was really nice to write but took really long stoapfnpac