Delicate Hearts | Completed

25 || Treat You Right

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I stare down at the blank piece of paper. Well, it isn't entirely blank. I doodle some random shit on it. Besides, it's not like I get graded for expressing my feelings anyway, I just have to do it. I take a pencil and attempt to start to write about how I feel about Angel.

But the moment I start thinking about him, I think it's probably easier to start off writing about going back to school. I can write an entire college essay in an hour, but I can't write about my feelings. Funny.

I fidget around a little more, worrying about what I will write. To my good fortune, my phone buzzes with a text message. I immediately look at it because whoever that's texting me at two in the morning deserves a fast reply.

To my pleasure, it's from Angel.

Angel:

2.12 am - r u up?

Me:

2.12 am - yeah, what's up

Angel:

2.13 am - do u mind if i come over?

Do I mind? Bitch, I will let him break in through my fucking window, and I will thank him.

Me:

2.13 am - nah, come over.

Angel:

2.14 am - i'm outside.

I nearly jump out of my chair from excitement. Oh my God! Yes! Calm down- Fuck no. I'm not going to calm down. I'm allowed to be happy if someone I like shows up to my door. I run down the stairs but also try not to make much noise.

My mother is still at the hospital. Surgeons don't have it easy. My dad is probably sleeping, and I'm hoping Aaron is too. He doesn't sleep much. When I reach the door, I open it very gently and see Angel standing right in front of me. I smile at him.

"Hey," I whisper.

"Hi," He replies, with a smile that matches my own. But my smile is immediately replaced with concern as I notice the purplish, dark hue circling his eyes. I touch his face, and thankfully, it's not hot. I pull him inside and shut the door. I brush my thumb over his lips and notice that he's been picking at them. They're not the same soft lips I kissed a few days ago.

I feel a small but powerful ache in my heart. "Angel," I murmur. I want to ask him what's wrong. I want to listen to everything he has to tell me. I want to kiss him better. But I don't do any of that. Instead, I invite him up to my bedroom. "Come on."

I hold his hands and tug him up toward my bedroom. He doesn't say anything. He just follows me. When we're both safe inside my bedroom, and I lock the door, I sit him on my bed and sit next to him. "One second," I tell him before running to my bathroom and fishing out a lip balm. It's tinted, but I'm sure he won't mind. He's a model, after all.

I return, take a little lip balm onto my finger, and gently coat his lips. The moment is silent, but I can't tell because my heart is almost in my mouth from my close proximity to him. Goddamn.

When I'm done, I place the lip balm aside on my nightstand. "Better?" I ask softly. I don't know what happened to him over the last few days, but I want him to know that I want to care for him. If he came all the way here for me, then I want to be the best I can be while he's here.

He looks at me with defeated eyes. He looks sad and tired. But he also looks a little surprised. As if he hasn't been cared for. Strange, because as a model, I'm pretty sure he has people who come and apply lip balm and touch him up without him even asking. He doesn't say anything but wraps his arms around me and pulls me toward his chest.

The embrace is warm. Everything about him is warm. But even more so now. Not many words have been said, but this hug speaks volumes. He needs me tonight. And my heart was aching for him. We hug in silence for a long time. I nestle my head into his chest while he rests his head on mine.

"I've missed you," He finally speaks. My heart melts at those words, and it takes me a second to put myself back together before I'm able to reply.

"I've missed you too." I wait a moment before adding: "What's wrong?"

His face looks hollower than normal as if he hasn't been eating. Or maybe he's been sick. I reach for his face and brush my fingers against the hollowness of his cheeks. I never noticed how sharp his cheekbones are. This simple touch sends electricity through my body, and I want to snatch my hand away, but I keep caressing him.

"Why me, Madison? Why did they choose me?" I don't know who chose who, but I use my free hand to take his hand in mine. I want to comfort him. "Why did my parents choose me?" There is so much anger, sorrow, and hatred in his voice; it seeps into my heart and shatters a small piece of it.

"I don't know, but if I were them, I would treat you right," I say. I don't know what he's been through, but it seems like the correct thing to say.

"I don't know what it's like to be treated right," He replies, almost laughing. Twisted, dark humor plays across his face. I don't know what else to do, so I pull his face toward mine and kiss him. My entire body springs to energy as electric waves flow through my veins. I cup his face gently as I climb onto his lap and straddle him, kissing him passionately.

A strong feeling swells in my heart, and I want to kiss him forever. I want to kiss him everywhere and tell him everything amazing about him.

I break away from the kiss and lock eyes with him. I can feel my heart beating so fast. I'm afraid I might pass out and die. But I keep my gaze locked as I say these next words.

"I'll treat you right, Angel. Stay with me."

I don't let him reply. I pull him in for another kiss.

Kissing him... all my tangled thoughts about school, Harley, and Angel become much clearer. My decisions become much clearer.

I know what I want now.

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a/n: this was kind of a soft chapter. it's 4 am so all i can write right now is soft. i can't do drama at this hour, but yeah there is DEFINITELY drama coming to up. don't worry. muahaha.

anyway, what did you think of this chapter? what do you think of angel?

madison?

harley? he's gonna show up again, dw, i have things planned for him.

thanks sm for reading!!! i love you all soo much! i'm gonna go sleep now. gn! <3