Loving Lars

20. Loving Elza-Bug

*a classic wattpad trope we've all been waiting for this chapter. so enjoy.*

Lars got our bags from his car whilst I stood admiring my childhood home. It was a cute little cottage with overgrown flowers and plants in the front garden. My dad liked them that way as he said that it helps preserve wildlife. There were shutters on the windows and there was a blue front door. I was getting slightly emotional looking at it, it's felt like decades since I was last here. Before college I'd been away for 2 days at most. I was even more emotional over the fact that the first time I'm coming back, my dad won't be there to greet me.

I sleepily went to the front door and opened it, inviting Lars in.

I didn't bother with a tour considering we were both tired and it was also 4 in the morning.

Due to Lars's height he couldn't stand up straight in my house as it had low ceilings and when I lead him upstairs he also had difficulties with how narrow the staircase was, but he managed.

It was only when I reached the top that I realised we had a slight issue. This house only had two bedrooms: mine and my dads.

"Urm Lars," I whispered, as talking in my normal voice didn't seem appropriate.

He looked at me to continue.

"We don't have a spare room and I would take my dads but I feel uncomfortable sleeping in his bed whilst he's at the hospital and it would probably make me cry more than I'm going to tonight. So I hope you don't mind if we share my room, if not I'll take the sofa downstairs." I really hoped he doesn't mind as our couch is hard as a rock, not comfortable for sleeping at all.

"Don't be so ridiculous sweetheart. Of course I don't mind." He looked at my like I was crazy for saying that.

I sent him a grateful smile and opened my bedroom door. You could tell it was mine because young Elza had graffitied it with my name and stickers all over it. Why my dad let me do that, I'll never know.

I went and turned my bedside lamp on so we could actually see in my bedroom. Because I've lived here my whole life, I knew how to navigate with all the books scattered on the floor but I forgot that Lars had never been here, he wasn't so lucky.

"Sorry I ran out of space a few years ago so my library extended to my floor." I admitted shyly.

He stopped and took in my room. Two bookshelves and a bed took up the small space. Once I had overcrowded the bookcases I moved to the windowsill and my bedside table, then to the top of my headboard as it had a flat top. After I had filled those places I had no choice but to start on the floor. There were multiple stacks of books, all different heights. I had read a little over half of them.

The walls of my room were a light blue and my comforter was a floral pattern. The bed was pushed up against the wall, under the window. My lamp was probably my favourite thing I owned. I had found it in a vintage shop one day and saved up all my money to buy it.

There were fairy lights hung up around my window and I managed to squeeze in my reading chair at the end of the bed, next to that was a single door cupboard where I had my clothes. There wasn't enough space for a desk or anything like that due to the rather large bookcases which definitely made the room feel smaller, but I didn't care. I'd never get rid of them.

And of course like most teenage girls I had posters and pictures dotted about on the walls. Some were of my favourite films or bands and others were pictures of me and my dad, my late cat and other things I liked.

"Welcome to my room Lars. I practically spent every waking moment of my life here."

"It's very you." He commented.