Stole His Heart.

Guardian Angel

I walked downstairs, feeling a bit exhausted and rubbing my nose bridge. Alex, my older brother, was already there with a glass of coffee in his hands. "Why aren't you at school?" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

I sighed, feeling a little dizzy from the hit I took on the basketball court earlier. "I'm just tired, and my head's still spinning," I replied, sinking onto the couch.

Alex sat down beside me, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder. "You'll be alright, Nika. It's just from the hit you took. Take it easy," he reassured me gently.

After a moment, he stood up with a playful glint in his eyes. "Hey, how about I grab you an ice pack, and we go for a walk? Some fresh air might help."

I nodded gratefully, appreciating my brother's caring nature. Once Alex brought the ice pack, we set off for a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood. During our walk, I received a text from Wyatt, wondering why I wasn't at school and expressing concern.

'Hey, where are you? I haven't seen you at school today. Are you okay?'

Blushing slightly, I replied, 'I'm not feeling great. I'm out with Alex, trying to feel better. But don't worry too much, I'll be fine.'

Wyatt quickly responded, 'I hope you feel better soon. I have a few more classes, but I'll visit you after.'

Caught blushing by my brother, he teased, "Is that Wyatt texting you?"

I nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and happiness. "Yeah, he's checking up on me. Seems like he's worried."

As we returned home, I went to rest in my bedroom, keeping my phone close to continue texting Wyatt. Our conversation flowed naturally, filled with playful teasing and genuine care.

Wyatt: So, how's the head?

Nika: It's getting better, especially with you texting me all the time. :)

Wyatt: Haha, someone has to make sure you're okay, right?

Nika: Well, I appreciate the attention, worrywart!

Wyatt: Anything for my basketball buddy. ;)

Nika: Basketball buddy, huh? More like my personal guardian angel!

Later, Wyatt arrived, and Alex had already let him in while I was resting. The sound of my bedroom door creaking open caught my attention, and I looked up to see Wyatt standing there. A smile spread across my face, and I quickly got up, jumping into his arms.

"Finally!" I exclaimed, feeling a little light-headed as I rested on his shoulder.

Wyatt hugged me tightly, supporting me with his arms. "Hey there. I got you something to eat, and some candy. Wasn't sure what you'd like," he said, placing a bag on my bed.

I glanced at the treats and felt a warm appreciation for his thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Wyatt. You really didn't have to do all this."

He smiled, looking at me with a touch of concern in his eyes. "I wanted to make sure you felt better. Plus, you deserve a little treat."

As I sat back down on the bed, Wyatt settled on the edge next to me, and we started talking about our day and anything else that came to mind.

''So, after you left, I had chemistry class, and it was so boring without you to keep me entertained.''

''Aw, you missed my charming company that much?'' I smiled, nudging his shoulder.

Wyatt shook his head confidently. ''You know it. You're one of a kind!''

''Flattery will get you everywhere, Wyatt.'' I said with a wink.

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and I found myself feeling at ease with him. There was something special about our connection, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence.

As the evening wore on, my fatigue caught up with me, and I laid down on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Wyatt continued to sit beside me, occasionally running his fingers through my hair, soothing me.

Our conversation gradually slowed down, and in the comfort of his presence, I started to feel my eyes grow heavy. As sleep beckoned, I found myself feeling safe and content with Wyatt by my side. With a soft smile, I drifted off to sleep, knowing he'd be there when I woke up.

I slowly woke up, my eyes adjusting to the soft light filtering through the curtains. As I rubbed my eye, I glanced over at Wyatt, who was still sitting by my side, focused on his phone. My mind was fuzzy from just waking up, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had fallen asleep.

"Hey," I mumbled, my voice still sleepy. "Did I fall asleep?"

Wyatt looked up, a warm smile forming on his lips. "Yeah, you did. You needed some rest after everything."

I reached up to touch my bruised eye, and he gently pushed my hair back with a soft smile. "Good news, the bruise is starting to heal."

Pulling away slightly, I raised an eyebrow playfully. "Who were you texting while I was sleeping?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Wyatt chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, just some secret agent stuff," he teased, pocketing his phone.

He stood up, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'll get you some water and we'll take care of that bruise," he said before leaving the room.

As I waited for him to return, my mind couldn't help but overthink about who he might have been texting. However, when he came back upstairs with a glass of cold water, some ice, and a few painkillers, I pushed those thoughts aside.

"Here, these should help," he said, offering me the painkillers.

I hesitated for a moment, frowning. "I don't like pills," I admitted.

Wyatt smirked, teasing me gently. "Afraid they might turn you into a superhero?"

I rolled my eyes playfully and eventually took the pills, swallowing them with a gulp of water. I looked at him before standing up, but the room spun a little, and I nearly stumbled before he caught me.

"Don't just get up like that! You're still light-headed. You need to take it slow," he scolded softly, guiding me back to the bed.

He sat beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "Get some rest. I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning for school," he said gently, making sure I was comfortable before I drifted back to sleep.

As I heard his footsteps fade away, a sense of contentment washed over me. With Wyatt's caring presence, I knew I was in good hands. I closed my eyes, feeling safe and at ease, as sleep slowly carried me away.