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11|| 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲

The next day/night
Y/n's pov

I laid in my bed, listening to Tears for Fears as I wore James's shirt and some boxers (some my mom got me) with my hair pulled back into a ponytail with soft makeup. I tried to put makeup on so I wouldn't cry again, but I failed a few times. I just imagined myself in James's arms, crying and being held and comforted. I don't know what if was about him, but for the time I've known him, it's felt like an eternity. My parents met at a bar after a concert and my dad proposed to my mom that same night. Now here we are, 15 years later. I sighed and heard my mom and dad arguing I'm the kitchen because my dad had been out late for work, since he's a cop. That's when I heard sowmthing tap on my window, so I turned and saw James.

"James!?" I whispered as I got up and ran to the window, opening it and seeing him, "why are you here...?"

He sighed with red puffy eyes and held my face while cold air bled into my room.

"Y/n, I didn't mean to make you cry, I didn't want to hurt you and I didn't mean to yell at you...I'm sensitive to topics on my parents and I'm just overall a sensitive individual...I don't know how to put it, but you are the light of my life right now...Y/n, you make me smile and laugh and feel so safe in my own skin. I didn't mean anything I said before but that doesn't justify it...it's still said and I wish I could take it back because I cried myself to sleep and I cried in the streets, wishing I could go back to you...I'm so so so so so sorry, sweetheart..."

I held his hand that was on my cheek as I pulled him inside and closed my window before turning to him and looking up at him.

"I'm so sorry too, James...I didn't want to push your limits and make you angry or sad, I just wanted to make you feel loved and safe in my room and with me and just being around me-"

He cut me off by pulling me into a deep hug that was filled with passion and love. I sighed into the hug and hugged him back with the same emotion.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask," he said in the hug.

I shake my head and held the back of his head, "It's okay, James...you're safe with me."

When I said that, he relaxed more into the hug and hurried his face into the crook of my neck. I had to stand on my tippy toes to hug him but it was fine.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I got startled a little as he parted from me slightly as I saw my mom enter the room with a sigh.

"Baby, we have to talk- James?" My mom said confused.

I blushed as James awkwardly stood there with his hands in his pockets as he smiled and did a nervous laugh.

"Hi, Mrs.L/n."

Mom nods and looked at me, "Uhmm...I-...when did he come over?"

I paused, "Just maybe 2 minutes ago?"

She nods, "We can talk later."

I nod as she left and closed the door before me and James turned to each other awkwardly and just stood there.

"Soooo...ummm...how've you been?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Better now. You?"

I nod and smile, "Better now."

He smiled back before I went to my bed and sat down, facing him while he came to me and smiled and then sitting next to me. I then laid down and opened my arms to have him lay with me. He then laid down next to me and kicked his shoes off before facing me.

"James?" I said.

He nods, "Yeah?"

"When's your birthday?" I ask with a smile.

He laughed, "It's passed. August 3rd (that's today btw, for me in present time)."

I raised my brows, "So you're all ready 18?"

He nodded, "What? Are you not?" He sat up and looked at me.

I shake my head, "No! No, James, my birthday is in a week."

He smirked, "a few days before halloween?"

I nod, "Yup."

He nods and examined me before beginning to talk, "What if I took you out for dinner on your birthday? A nice...friendly dinner."

I laugh, "Friendly? What're you going to do? Kill me?"

He nervously laughed, "Nooo, I'm just saying in case you thought I was asking you on a date."

I blushed, "I'd love to go to dinner with you James."

James smiled widely, "Did Mitch ever give you this kind of royalty?"

I laugh, "No, he didn't."

He furrowed his brows, "but why? You deserve it."

I nod, "Yeah, but you're just...you're you. He wasn't himself. You have so many different things to you that I like about you. Just too many things to name."

He blushed and smiled at me, "You're too sweet."

I nod, "That's why you call me sweetheart?"

He nods, "Yeah, you are one."

I held his face to which he leaned into my hand, "James, I'm sorry about last night. I really am."

He shrugs, "It's okay, don't worry."

I smiled and nod, "okay..."