It hits different when it's you

Chapter 9

Authors note
It's been a little while I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I enjoyed writing it, any feedback is welcome, enjoy!

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"Abbey" his voice sounded gruff, not the usual jovial tone he'd used before. Your knees gave out and you sank into the chair of clothes.

The colour drained from your face, leaving you white washed as you stared unblinking over at him.

He hadn't moved from the entry way your reaction was less then encouraging, he knew things were over between you but he hadn't expected to see you clinging onto his hoodie and now what looked like panic across your face at the sight of him, we're you scared of him? His stomach dropped at the thought, how could she be. He'd gone over the day you'd split up in his mind over and over again and it never made sense you never gave him a reason.

Was fear something to do with it, had he scared you somehow? Even come on to strong? He knew from early on he had to tread carefully with you and he thought he had.

"I can go, I just... I..."he stumbled over his words, the speech he'd prepared with the help of his captain was now gone, seeing her had wiped his mind clear of anything but wanting to touch her, to smell her, to hold her. It had been one of the longest months of his life he'd settle for just hearing her voice, she looked as starstruck as the day she'd thrown coffee over him.

"Should I go?" He asked he'd never sounded so unsure, leaving was the last thing he wanted to do. He studied her so carefully as she glanced down at the hoody in her hand she folded it neatly in her lap and looked back up at him.

"How do you have a key?" Her eyes were wide, he stepped a little further into the room and tossed the key in to the bowl by the stairs.

"Your mum, she called me" you shot up from the seat

"What?! She called you why?" Now you were stood up and not clinging to his favourite hoodie Trent looked his fill over your petite frame, you seemed smaller a little more fragile.
Before he could think about what he said next his mouth just ran off with the words

"Have you lost weight?!" You studied the hard frown on his face as his eyes landed back on your face, you looked tired no odd face mask could hide it.

"I dunno maybe, what did my mum say?" He lifted a hand to the back of his neck his eyes cast down.

When he lifted his chocolate eyes up to yours you saw a desperation their that you never had before, it made your breath hitch in your throat.

"Abbey we need to talk please, can I come in?"

"You are in" your voice was monotone as you looked anywhere but at him, he sighed feeling at a loss just like the last time he had seen you.

"Coffee?" You asked and his head lifted up, he nodded eagerly.

"I'll get my coat" he shook his head that wouldn't work.

"I don't wanna go out I wanna stay here I wanna talk, alright?" Suddenly it was like he found himself as he waited for your response, you paused for to long and he began the walk to your kitchen you stood their a little dumbfounded as you heard the lid of the kettle and the water filling it before it clicked on.

A few weeks ago he would move round your kitchen with ease just like this.

"Do you want tea?" You couldn't stomach anything but your feet carried you to the kitchen after a month of not seeing him you longed to keep your eyes on him as long as possible.

"Please" you took a seat at the breakfast bar, you watched him. The flex in his back and arms as he went about the mundane task of grabbing the milk from the fridge. His hair was a touch longer you noticed it sitting on his brow as he glanced over his shoulder to see you'd joined him.