Coming Back To You

~Seventeen~

Bella's POV

I woke up tangled in a blanket on my living room couch, as I blinked away the sleepiness, the memories of what happened last night reoccured.

I almost kissed my enemy, well now friend, but still. It was a close call.

I slowly get up and notice Nick's gone with nothing but a note left on the coffee table. I reach out for it and furrow my eyebrows.

"Hey Bella,
I just needed to go get some groceries for breakfast as we didnt have some."

A small smile tugs at my lips at the thought of him shopping for ingredients for breakfast.

I decide to stop smiling like a creep and get dressed into some leggings and a fuzzy hoodie as I didn't have anything to do other than visit my father today.

I walk downstairs and see Nick in the kitchen.

Smells good. I didn't know he cooked.

I sit on the stool at the island and check my messages from Mikayla.

Mike❤️:
Sorry I had to leave you guys, not really ;)

                                                                    Me:
                                   Nothing happened Mike

Mike❤️:
Bells, you know I know everything.
So you also know I know something happened.
You gotta tell me asap

                                                                    Me:
                                                                   Fine

"Bella?"

Crap. I was so engrossed in texting Mikayla that I was completely ignoring everything else.

"Yeah? Sorry."

"I was asking if you slept well." Nick said holding the whipped cream bottle.

"Oh, yes. Sorry again."

"You're fine, now I'm curious as to what's gotten Bella Ventini's attention so well."

"Oh, it was just Mike."

I seemed to notice Nick's body tense as I said that sentence. When you've been the quiet kid for basically every year at school, you tend to pick things up.

And right now, I could tell Nick wanted to say something.

"Alright, what do you want to say?" I said tilting my head slightly. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to know who Mike was when really it's just Mikayla.

"Hm? Nothing?"

"I can tell you want to say something so say it." I said slightly annoyed

"It's nothing you should worry about." He snapped

"Fine, then I'm visiting my father with Mike." I said knowing Nick would be uncomfortable and frustrated not knowing who Mike was.

With that, I walk swiftly toward the elevator and press the button. As I wait, I can hear Nick roughly set a plate down. I do kinda feel bad not trying his waffles though.

So, I walk back towards the kitchen and walk towards Nick. I then walk so I'm standing between his legs and slowly lean my upper body towards him while he slowly leans backwards, probably confused by my suddenness. While I keep eye contact, my right hand slowly reaches towards his plate waffles and smoothly tear a medium sized piece of waffle.

He has 6 waffles doused in syrup, fruit, and whipped creams.

Who needs that much food in the afternoon?

I managed to get a dry piece of waffle and once I've gotten my prize, I lean back and turn around towards the elevator again like nothing happened.

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Mikayla picked me up and drove me to the hospital. I walk in and walk towards my father's room.

I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. He's still unconscious. I just hope his injuries aren't that serious.

I sit on a chair beside his bed and hold his hand.

"Hey dad, it's me again. I just came to check up on you again. I'm doing fine, I just wish you'd wake up soon. You're the only one I have now since mom isn't here. Nothing much has happened except Nick and I becoming friends. You'd be happy since you've always like him, I never understood why, but now I kind of do. He's kind, caring, honest, trustworthy, and so much more."

At this point I was tearing up and decided it was best if I leave before I have one of my panic attacks I get when I get too worried about someone I loved

I kiss his forehead and walk out of his room and the hospital and to Mikayla's jeep.

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I'm back in the elevator on my way up to the penthouse. I just wanted to be wrapped up in a blanket a curl up on the couch and watch a sappy movie

The elevator doors open and I see Nick sitting on the couch watching football with popcorn, chips, coke bottles, and nachos and cheese on the small coffee table in front of the couch.

So much for curling up on the couch and watching a sappy movie.

I swiftly walk up to my room, dramatically flop on my bed and heave a big sigh.

I lazily pull down the covers and get under them and fall asleep for I don't know how long.
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A little longer chapter for you guys!