nothing lasts forever{wlw, teacherxstudent}

𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳

-Natalie's POV-

I crack open the guest bedroom door slightly, poking my head inside. I look at Diana who pulls the blanket over herself more, some of her blonde hair peeking out from beneath the dark covers.

"What time is it?" She asks and I freeze as I thought she would still be sleeping. I've been checking on her every hour or so, just to make sure she hasn't vomited all over herself. That is yet to come.

"It's about four, go back to sleep, Darling." I respond quietly, leaning my head against the doorframe as I hold my book in my hand, my finger staying between the pages so I don't lose where I was.

"I'm cold." She pushes the covers down, squinting at me, the brightness from the hall light is probably hurting her eyes.

"Do you want an extra blanket?" I ask and she shakes her head.

"Am I mad at you?" She questions and I furrow my eyebrows, watching her kick the blanket up, trying to fix it.

"I don't know, are you?"

"I think I'm supposed to be but my head is a little fuzzy." She mumbles, looking to the nightstand where I left a glass of water for her.

"Do you remember much?"

"I remember you saying that you care." She leans up onto her elbow slowly and I keep watching her, she picks up the glass, taking a small sip of the water.

"I was hoping you wouldn't." I look down at the floor and she groans.

"Why? So you can continue to be a dickhead towards me?" She questions and I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment. I'm exhausted, I could use some rest but I can't go to sleep because I have to check on her. I would still prefer to go a few days without sleep rather than have this conversation.

"Why don't you want me to know that you care? I'm still out of it, I might forget later." She mumbles, sitting up more before groaning. I sigh, pushing the door open fully before walking over to the end of the bed.

I hold my book on my lap, looking at it for a moment before I look to Diana. She quickly searches my eyes, she tends to do that when we first make eye contact, she will relax into it after a few seconds.

"Because I don't want to care."

"Why not? I care about you and I'm open about it." She rolls her eyes and I hum, chewing my bottom lip.

"Because you're you, you care about everything. I'm not supposed to care."

"Everyone is supposed to care about something."

"Well, you're my something." I keep looking at her and she smiles, her eyes shining just slightly more in the little light coming into the room.

"Don't smile."

"Why not? That's cute."

"It's not cute because I always end up losing my something." I look away from her and she shifts closer, I don't look at her. I hate this, my heart especially hates this because it hates for me to speak about how I feel. That's why I don't.

"You won't lose me."

"That's a bold thing to say, Diana Cooper." I smile, glancing to her and she smiles back.