My Lion. || BXB

chapter sixty-two.

my eyes flickered open and i let out an uncomfortable groan. my body felt wet, sweaty. i was in a humid room and all the curtains were closed making it almost pitch black. rays of sunlight shon through the gaps between the walls and blinds, my eyes quickly adjusted.
"well look who's decided to wake up, finally." I recognised my boyfriends voice, and i looked up to see him standiing in the archway as he leant on the doorframe. "how you feeling?"
"like an idiot." The events of last night clouded my mind and i felt foolish for how i acted with alexander. For goodness sake, he was my boyfriends best friend. I wanted him to like me. I just didn't know how to bond with someone like Alexander, we're nothing alike.
Lionel laughed at me, "well, you did act like one." He moved out the doorframe and sat infront of me. "why did you do that, darling?"
"I just wanted him to like me." I huffed, looking away. I felt embarrassed.
"So you called him my lapdog and accused him of having a crush on me?"

i cringed. why did i do that? "I'm sorry."
"you do know Alex doesn't actually like me like that, right?" Lionel grabbed one of my hands and started rubbing his thumb against my knuckle.
I shrugged.
"well, nevertheless it's over now."
and that it is.

lionel got me in the shower before going downstairs to make breakfast for the two of us. the water splashed onto my tired eyes, reminding me of the many mistakes i made yesterday. god, i feel ridiculous. i should apologise to alex. although i'm sure any chance of a friendship is over now.

i got out the shower a few minutes later, now clean and awake. the headache was still unbearable, but whatever. i put on the t-shirt and boxers lio had left for me on the bed and then made my way downstairs.

thankfully, no one was here with us so we were alone. it had just passed eleven in the morning and lionel was sitting at the dining table chewing on some bacon when i entered the kitchen.

"hello." i spoke, sitting opposite him and taking a piece of meat from the plate he had put out for me. "thanks for this."
"of course. how you feeling?"
i shrugged, "head hurts, as expected." lionel nodded.
"your dad called."
i looked up at that, "oh shit, i forgot to tell him—"
lionel bent forward and pressed a finger to my lips, "i answered and told him you were staying at mine for a bit." he smiled sweetly, and i suddenly felt my heart thud. what did i do to deserve this love?

lionel was now walking me back to my house, and we were actually holding hands. the two of us had gotten so much more comfortable in public now, i think i'm ready to just tell everyone. i don't want to make a big deal or anything, maybe i'll just post something on instagram. actually, it'd make more sense for lio to do it as he has way more followers than me...

"lionel?" i asked, feeling his thumb caress my hand repeatedly. he hummed back to me.
"do you think you're ready to tell people? about us, officially?" i asked quietly, feeling rather overwhelmed. i couldn't believe how far we had come. he was silent for a minute, i knew he was thinking so i didn't speak.

"i am." he finalised, "are you?"
"i think so." i looked up at him, grinning from ear to ear. he noticed this and pulled us to a stop. there we stood in the middle of the pavement, his hands moving to my waist.
"i love you, huntley. i can't believe it, but i really do."
"i know, this is so unexpected." i laughed, as did he. i felt so content in this moment.

"how would we tell everyone?"
i responded, "i was thinking you could just put something quick and simple on your instagram story, there's no need to make it a big thing."
he nodded in agreement and i watched him take out his phone. "now?"
he smirked, "why not?" and i smiled back at him. i was so ready for everyone to know that lionel wilson was mine. not beth's, not any other cute blonde at our school. mine, all mine.

i looked down at the screen and watched him open instagram and click on his story. he took his hands off his waist to hold the phone up with his left and my face with his right. i was looking at the camera as lionel was pressing a kiss to my cheek with his eyes closed. he snapped a picture. as we looked at it, we shared a grin. i felt tingly. lionel added "my love" to it with a white heart, the same white heart he added to my contact name all those moons ago when i first gave him my number. then as we glanced back at the phone together, he pressed upload.