Unforgettable

Chapter 15

Celine Pov

The next two weeks went as follows: wake up get ready, go to school, hang out with Eliza, homework, sleep, repeat. I barely saw Noah, the only time was in class. We sat pretty far and the only thing I could do was stare, like old times. With my parents extending their vacation for even longer, I hung out with Eliza a lot more but I couldn't help but miss Noah. I missed his smile, his smell, his voice. I missed having him around me. Now that I had a taste of him, I couldn't go back to just daydreaming about him.

"What are you pouting about?" Eliza was on my bed while I sat at my desk, groveling about my Noah-less life.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me. You just haven't been around Noah for a while. Well, actually after you beat up Maple," She teased, laughing at my agony.

"What do you even mean by that?"

"Ugh, you're both so fucking clueless it hurts."

"Tell," I wondered what she meant.

"Stop annoying me and hang out with him. I love you, but I have a life I'd like to get back to," She got up from my bed, grabbing her things.

"Eliza! Where are you going?" I whined.

"I think he's home today. Go hang out; You're making me go crazy," She smiled as she left, forcing me to decide.

Fuck, should I go? What if he was just being nice and doesn't want to see me? The last time we talked was when he asked me to sleep over. I sat there for a while, contemplating seeing him until my phone dinged.

"Text him. Call him. Go to his house. Talk to him. I don't care!  If I have to spend another afternoon with your lonely ass I'm going to go insane," Eliza's message lit up my screen.

"Fine," I opened up Noah's contact.

"Hey," As soon as I hit send, I saw him typing.
"Hey, what's up?" Shit, there's no going back now.

"Nothing, really. Wanna hang out?" Please don't say no.

"Sure, come over." I could feel my chest tighten as I quickly put on my shoes, making my way over.

I slowly got onto his porch and stared at the big wooden door before me. Why am I so nervous? I'm literally just hanging out with him; it's not that big of a deal. No matter how much I tried to talk myself down, my heart rate accelerated and my palms sweated. I slowly rang his doorbell, excited to see him. I could hear him race down his steps and to the door, giving me no time to run.

"Celine!" His eyes were so bright, brimming with joy, "Come in."

I walked in, feeling a warmth I've missed, "Thanks."

"Let's go upstairs. My dad's sleeping on the couch," He whispered behind me, closing the door.

I tried my best to stay quiet as I made my way up the steps, feeling Noah behind me. When we finally made it to his room, I kicked off my shoes and sat on his bed. I thought about how long it's been since I was here last, his arms around me and his voice in my ear, begging me to stay.
"So, what do you want to do?" He turned to me, walking in my direction.

"I'm not sure. I just didn't see you for a while so I thought I'd text you," I laid down, looking at his ceiling.

"Aw, did you miss me?" I felt the bed dip as he mirrored my position.

"Yes, I did," For some reason, I felt bold at this moment, not needing any alcohol.

He stayed silent momentarily, processing what I said, "I missed you too."

I turned my head to him, finding his eyes already locked on me, his perfect dark brown eyes. I watched as his long lashes moved as he blinked or how his lips parted while he continued to stare at mine.

"Truth or dare?" I whispered.

"What?" his eyes connected with mine, sending bits of electricity throughout my body.

"Truth or dare, Noah. No drinks this time," He smiled, revealing his perfect teeth.

"Truth," His voice reverberated in my body, pushing me to desire.

"What's your type?" I kept my eyes focused on him, waiting for his reply.

He turned to his side, still facing me, and started to play with my hair, "Girls with pretty black hair and bright amber eyes. The type to get their revenge on people who fuck with them. The type to get drunk and beg for kisses. The girl who would notice my absence and reach out. I like those girls."

I could feel my breathing quicken, still staring into the chocolatey abyss.

"Truth or dare?" He propped himself up, leaning over me.

"Truth," I could barely speak with him looking at me like that.

"What do you want, right now?"

"I," My voice slightly trembled, "I want-"

The door swung open, and Hyeong walked in, "Noah, your coach just called and-"

He stood there while Noah and I sat up straight, ending our little game.

"Dad, wait," Noah began.

Hyeong started to shake his head, smiling in an 'I got you' type of way, "You're screwed. Your mom is going to kill you," He then turned to me, "Nice to see you again, Celine."

"Dad, wait. It isn't what it looks like, wait!" Hyeong started to walk away laughing as Noah followed him, trying to explain himself.
I sat there, trying to regroup. I want you to kiss me. I was going to say it. What would be his reaction? I'm not drunk this time. I can't blame it on that so what would he do? I heard Noah walking back, his steps slow. When he finally came into view, his face was wracked with guilt.

"Celine, I have to go to practice."

"It's cool. I came to see you and I did," Disappointment wrecked my insides; I want to kiss him.

I got up and tried to walk around him to leave, "Finish the truth."

He wasn't asking, "Maybe some other time."

I lightly pushed my way through the door until he grabbed my shoulders and pinned me against the doorframe, "Finish it, Celine."

His smooth voice became heavier, filling with need. I could feel his warm breath on my face while his hands slowly fell to my waist, trapping me.

His cheek grazed mine as he whispered, "Go on, Celine. Tell me what you want."

I looked away, his gaze too intense, "You have practice."

One of his hands released his grip on my hip, moving my face back to his, "Tell me, Celine, and look at me while you do."

My face heated up, every ounce of confidence slowly leaving me, "I..."

"You..." He moved closer, painfully closing the gap, leaving me only an inch to breathe.

"Noah, I," Speaking has never been so difficult until now.

"Yes, angel? What do you want?" His hand moved to the back of my neck, holding my face to his, "I'll give it to you."

I couldn't speak. Every inch of my body yearned for him. Every single thought that ran through my mind, begged me to ask for his touch.

"Words, Angel. Words," He made my heart race each time he spoke, with every action he performed.

"I want-"

"Noah! You're already late! Let's go!" Hyeong yelled from downstairs, ignorant of our situation.
He leaned his forehead on mine, still staring into my eyes, "I'll see you after practice, okay?"

"Okay," I breathed.

He walked into his room, grabbing his bag. I left, going down the stairs and heart still palpating. Noah, it's you. I want you.