All Over You

Hate To Stereotype

The sunshine glistens on my legs, blearing rough the blinds I forgot to close last night. I fell asleep under the comforting thoughts of Liam, wondering why I ever wasted tears over him. He wouldn't break my heart anymore. That was the old Liam. He is so different now, all thanks to me. It adds a certain sense of glow to me and I feel like a whole different Tiffany. 

I stretch my arms and snuggle into the pillow, breathing in his scent once again. I am glad he left such a mark on my bedsheets. This way, missing him isn't so heart wrenching. I sleepily grab my phone and jolt awake at the three missed calls lining my screen. I gasp, glancing at the time and noticing that I slept past midday. I rarely sleep past ten on the weekends anymore. Liam was much more exhausting than I thought. It doesn't explain why he has tried so many times to get hold of me. Maybe he left something here? I hope so, we might be able to relive yesterday evening if he has.

I dial his number and wait anxiously for a response, thankfully he doesn't keep me waiting and answers on the second ring. I hope he doesn't break things off with me and run away like he's known to do. At this point, I'm not sure I could handle that. 

"Hello?" I mutter drowsily, cringing at my throaty morning voice.

"Good morning, sleepy head. Have you just woken up?" I am relieved that his tone is much more playful than it was when he left yesterday.

"You tired me out." I grin to myself

"I can't stop thinking about yesterday."

I sigh, crawling out of bed and staring out the window in deliberation. The Summer sun beams down, reflecting my mood. What is there to talk about? If we have any hope of making this work we have to be honest with each other, and I have to lead by example, telling him exactly how I feel.

"Why did you leave, Liam?" I gulp.

"I'm sorry, I guess I don't know how to be with anyone." He admits. It seems honest.

"Apology accepted."

"So what are we?" He asks.

I almost laugh at Liam asking the questions I desperately try to avoid asking in fear of being that girl. The tables seem to have turned a little. It's no wonder he seems unsure, this is a big deal for him. All he's ever really known is one night affairs and meaningless sex. I grip the phone tight against my cheekbone, realising that I don't really have an answer for him. It's strange, after dreaming of this altercation for so long, I have nothing to tell him. I never thought it would become reality. Part of me still wonders if this is all a fantasy. Maybe I'm in a coma or something. I've read stories online of that happening. 

"That's for you to decide." I remark, deciding that leaving the ball in his court may be the best idea. I don't want to appear too desperate if he's only leading me on. 

"Do you like me, Tiffany? Honestly?"

The way he uses my first name takes me by surprise, and I can tell this isn't light-hearted anymore. Silence crackles down the phone line and I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I consider admitting everything to him. The thought is so unnatural after how long I've kept the way I feel a secret. It is much less daunting without his piercing eyes blazing into mine.

"Yes, I do. Ever since I first clocked eyes on you I wanted you. I don't know why or how this happened but I refuse to be just another one of your conquests. I was all too aware of the way I felt for you but buried it deep down as I knew there was no prospect of... us. Yet, every second we spend together intensifies my feelings and I've been so cautious because I don't want to loose it all now." I babble under the confidence of distance.

There's a moment of silence as I wait for his response with baited breath.

"Can we make a proper go of this, then?" He asks.