STUBBORNLY IN LOVE

Chapter 9

CZAREEN'S P.O.V

I nervously sat on my bed, stared at the stars up above in the sky. Toby's on his way to my house. I swear it didn't have to be this way. But he insisted to come.

"Toby..."

He's arrived. I ran downstairs to open the door for him. I've also written some note and put it on Bella's door, in case tomorrow morning she's confused about all this. I don't want to wake her up. It's our house, we live together, so she has right to know.

"You don't have to come here, you know..."

"I don't care." Toby hit my body with a giant hug and buried his head on the croke of my neck.

"Let's go upstairs and change your shirt." I pulled his hand.

We didn't say a word, but me taking one of my Dad's shirts from my dresser and let him to change first. I was all waiting on my couch, stupidly playing this dumb Solitaire because who on earth is still playing it.

"Here's your hot chocolate." I gave him a cup that I just made.

"Start talking to me. I'm worry." He sat by my side.

"I'm...playing Solitaire." I nervously replied.

"You don't need that to hide." Toby slowly closed my laptop and put it away.

"I mean...I'd like to apology for being so rude today. And made you waiting, doing anything to please me." I bowed my head.

"Carry on." He took my hand.

"I miss you." I chuckled in tears. "And this feeling sucks."

"Because?"

"Because I don't know how this is gonna end, Toby. I know I can't rely on you forever. You have a good life ahead of you. And we're just 17. Too soon to tell, too early to react, but I wouldn't be able to stop loving once I start..."

"That's what I want, then. I want you not to give up on me."

"But your life..."

"Look. I know you're not my biggest fan, and you probably wouldn't be. But listen. I haven't played that game, to any fans, ever. Never will. What I said to that interviewer, the article that you read, it wasn't me. Completely. You snapped me back to reality. You saved me."

"But there has to be some disconnection between us, because we're different."

"Why keep being a barista if you can be my everything? Follow me everywhere?"

"Toby, that's..."

He held my hands and...surprisingly, cried on it. I burst out in tears as well. Once again, I broke his heart even before it began. How screwed.

"I don't want you to quit trying. I know it's gonna be hard. No one will guarantee you that with me it's gonna be smooth. But I also promise to myself, the second I found you, the second you saved me from the fall of fame, I'll be on my full power to save you back. So please..."

For the first time, I hugged him back.

I let him stay in my arms longer that I thought I could handle. I also was broken inside. Torn apart in every tiny decision, out of very limited choices I have. But what's more than a person who told you he'll fight?

"I'm sorry." Toby released my hug.

"You wanna go home?" I swept his tears away.

"What? No! No way. I want to be here. May I?" He yawned.

"Sleepyhead." I messed his hair.

"You're much like what I like about you when you do it." Toby cuddled me inside my blanket in my room, but most likely took 3/4 of it with him.

"Speak well english." I chuckled.

"Hmm?" He opened his eyes again.

"Oh wait. I thought you're sleepy." I looked at him in the eyes.

Then he kissed me. Long, deep one. Our hands found their perfect place. That's the most beautiful kiss I've ever did. With the most amazing person. In such a perfect imperfect time.

"Is this making you believe in me?" He whispered closely to my ears.

"I don't want this to end..." I rested my head on his chest.

"Then we won't."