please || zac efron ||

I fear you.

I'm so sorry. I'm a sucky person, I know. I haven't updated in way too long. It's probably noticeable that I've run out of ideas and I'm not sure where I want this story to go, always feel free to message me/comment ideas or where you hope this story will go. Anyways, here is a picture of the beautiful god that is Zac Efron to brighten your day and make up for the late update that will probably be bad. Lo siento :/
-Sonny ♡

Charlie
I was startled awake by another nightmare. They won't go away. The thoughts of Zac leaving me, my disgusting Stepmother coming back and hurting him, or Jenna taking Zac from me all terrify me. One of the most terrifying is the thought of me hurting Zac. More and more depressing thoughts swarm around my head, buzzing my brain with fear and anxiety. My breaths became shallower and increased in speed. I was having a panic attack. My mind racking with an unbearable pain causing pressure to build inside my head. I was feeling intensely dizzy, but I heard a noise coming from beside me. I snapped my head to the left to see a sleeping Zac.

I hadn't even realized he was near me. As I admired his soft features my breathing slowed and the pain diminished. His hair falling lazily onto his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyelashes fluttering occasionally. His lips plump and curved downwards. His skin is clear and soft. His chest rising and falling slowly. I matched my breathing patterns to his and grabbed his hand in mine. My thoughts landing on yesterday, he stood up for our relationship. He didn't care if it could've harmed or taken his career. He did it for me, for us. Guilt sprang through my veins, I know Zac won't leave me so why can't I shake the feeling away? Why can't I just be content and let myself feel loved for once?

I looked down at his hand playing with his fingers in mine. I laced my fingers with his and soon felt him tighten his grip on mine. I jerked my head up and our eyes connected. His beautiful blue eyes looking at me, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel honored in this moment. Honored to be here with him and have his attention on me as his lips form into a lopsided smile. He loves me, and I adore him for that.

"Good morning lovely," he spoke out with emotion in his deep, raspy morning voice that soothed my heart and made it ache all at once. Realizing I was just admiring him and completely neglecting to answer his words I responded quickly.

"Hi." I squeaked out, scolding myself for sounding awkward. He chuckled, but stopped and his eyes brows furrowed, concern filling his eyes. "Are you okay, Charlie?"

I nodded quickly glancing down at our hands, "I'm completely fine," I breathed out. He leaned forward and cupped my chin with his free hand, gently forcing my head up to connect our eyes.

"Don't lie to me Charlie. I can tell when you are feeling sad." He pushed, I didn't want him to worry about my nightmares and questions. I didn't want him to worry about me at all. I would feel even more guilty. He tilted his head, waiting for my answer. I shook my head, "It's nothing, Zac." I rendered softly.

He spoke more firmly, "Charlie." His eyes staring into mine, "please." He stated softly. I was torn between telling the truth or making something up. He brought my hand that was still caught in his up to his mouth as he placed a soft kiss upon the back. I closed my eyes about to give into his touch and spill all of my secret fears.

I opened my mouth to speak, "I- I- I-" I blinked heaps of times trying to form words. Getting overwhelmed I stood from my spot and started towards the kitchen, leaving a bewildered Zac sitting on the couch. I walked quickly, he came up behind me and stopped me. Grabbing my waist and tugging me into him. My back against his chest, and his head buried into my neck. His warm breath on my neck soothing me, "Nightmares. My nightmares are getting worse." His grip tightened around me, he turned me around to hug me properly.

"Charlie, why didn't you tell me sooner?" he breathed out into my neck. I shivered at his touch and proximity.

"There are more important things to do than talk on and on about fear." I muttered, the word fear making me shudder as it flashed pictures of my fears in my head.

"Your feelings are important to me Charlie!" He held me an arms length away, looking me in the eyes to make sure I was getting his point, "Please, tell me what you fear?"

I opened and closed my mouth a few times like a fish, words have escaped my mind leaving me with nothing to say. He has never pried before, not about my family, not about my past, not even about my nightmares and fears, until now. I understand though, I would want to know if it were him, I would want to know what kept him up at night, what made his skin crawl with anxiety, what startled him breathless. I know more about him than he does about me and that isn't fair. I'm not being fair to the man I love.

I grasped his hand tightly in mine, "You, Zac, you are what terrifies me. Everything that I'm afraid of revolves around you. Whether it's you leaving me, you getting taken away from me, you getting hurt, you- you- you..." He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"Charlie, I love you so much," he said as he placed his forehead against mine. "This," he grabbed my left hand showing me the promise ring he gave me, "is real. Real love, Charlie. I will never let you go again, I promise. I'm not going to go anywhere without you by my side." I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled his face closer to mine.

Our lips brushed against each other giving me tingles and butterflies. "Thank you Zac." I muttered to him, causing our lips to touch more prominently. Zac hummed in response and closed the gap between us. He kissed me like I was the only person in the world, like this was the last touch we'd share. He put all of his love, passion and lust into one kiss. He made sure I felt loved and wanted.

I moved my lips with his in an eager manner. The only thing going through both our minds was the love we had for each other and it was evident in the way we touched each other. I tugged the roots of his hair earning a happy sound from Zac. He peppered my face with kisses and kissed along my jawline. I moved his face back up to mine and kissed his lips again.

I pulled away and kissed his forehead, "I love you." I said truthfully to him.

He smiled brightly, "I love you." he responded happily. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen, he lifted me up onto the counter making me squeal out of laughter. He laughed with me, standing between my legs with his head on my shoulder. He had his back to me and I had my arms tucked under his, wrapping them tightly around his torso. He was about to move, but I wrapped my legs around his waist. He chuckled at me and squirmed around so he was facing me. He kissed my lips which took me by surprise. I kissed him back and he tickled my sides causing me to laugh out and release my grip on him. He escaped from me and yelled out, "I'VE ESCAPED!" I laughed with him and felt extremely happy. He turned away and started making some breakfast tacos for us to eat.

I would've helped, but I got too distracted watching his back muscles flex as he moved. Whisking the egg yoke, cooking the ground beef, pouring the coffee. He is perfect, really he is. He is funny, kindhearted, nice smile, beautiful eyes, protects and loves me. I could never ask for a better love. He is mine and I promise to cherish him. I know my mom would've loved him, too.