"You can let it go
You can throw a party full of everyone you know
And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love
You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up"
When 20 year old Matilda moved down to London after growing up qu...
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Matilda
Getting woken up by the light puffs of air against my neck bringing goosebumps to rise. Feeling an arm wrapped around me but also pulling me as close to them as possible. I feel my body tense at the contact not realising where I am but relaxing into the hold of the figure due soon smelling the familiar scent that has been distracting my thoughts since my birthday. Bringing my finger up to his arm and tracing the rose tattoo.
Feeling a smile appear on my face from memories of last night coming back to me. The part where I was out with the girls who work at the club with me and then seeing him and Anne behind me. Then to him picking me up for dinner alone due to Anne setting us up. But also the way I felt. The way I was nervous even though it wasn't a date.
It felt like a date to me. Alone time with him will always make me feel like I need to.
Hearing a phone vibrating on the table in front of us. Seeing it's my phone and not his. I try to get out of his grip around me without trying to distract him but he nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck and tightens his grip on me so I can't move anywhere.
"Shit" I hiss landing on the hard laminated floor below me.
Hearing a laugh from above me tells me that he's done what he's done on purpose. He knew that I was trying to get out of his arms but yet he wouldn't let go of me.
"Are you going to get your phone or are you just gonna sit there and let me be cold because you have left my side?" he groans while looking up at me. I nearly do the second option which is to cuddle back up with him but whoever is phoning me is desperate to talk.
"Shit" I curse under my breath seeing miss calls and unread text messages from Ace. "Umm I need to go" I rush grabbing my things off the floor and not looking behind me and wanting to see the confused look on his face. Wondering what is happening right now and why I'm in such a rush.
"Hey you okay?" He asks while grabbing his car keys.
"Oh yeah no I'm fine. I just need to go something came up"
"Yeah no I get it" he says. The look in his face says another thing and it makes a bit of my heart twist on how hurt he looks with me leaving. I wish I could just go back to when I was cuddled up with him on the couch. "Do you need a ride?" he asks shyly. I can tell he doesn't really know how to handle the situation from the way he's standing with rubbing his lip shyly between his thumb and his index finger.
"Please" I answered straight away. We both head down towards the car taking the stairs not wanting to wait for the elevator. Both of us rush to the car not looking where we are going until an arm drags me back from stopping me to get run over. "Thanks" I say, which he just gives me a gentle nod looking anywhere but my eyes.
I've hurt him.
Opening the passenger seat seeing him getting in the driver's seat already butting the keys in his ignition. Taking in his jaw which is clenched, his eyes are set on the road not giving any sneaky glances towards me. Not like yesterday. His knuckles become white from how tight he is gripping the wheel. Looking outside not wanting to see his reaction anymore. I've hurt him and I didn't even mean to. Looking outside of the window at buildings that we are passing by until I reach my apartment the place I don't wanna go.
