Love Syndrome - Rewritten

30

Brick's P.O.V

Seconds pass as we just stare into each other's eyes. 

Everything feels still and quiet around us as the weight of what we both just admitted drops onto us. 

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I don't know how we both knew, but we did. 

At the same time, we both went in for another kiss, this one rough and desperate. 

I needed him just as much as he needed me in this moment. 

I don't how how long we did it for but when I awoke again, it was the middle of the night. 

My body ached and for a second there, I thought I was going to die when I tried to get up to use the bathroom. 

I realised it wasn't just the soreness of my body but also another weight on me which was making it near impossible to move. 

Day and I were completely tangled. 

When I looked down, even with the light coming in from the window, I couldn't tell where my body started and his ended. 

Sighing softly, I decide to just cuddle up more with him but my moving must have woken him up too. 

With a gasp, his eyes shot open. 

"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice croaky and rough. 

He blinks a couple more times, his face contoured in confusion before he recognises where he is and who he is with. 

Instead of saying anything though, he just wraps his arms around me, tightly, squeezing me like his life depended on it. 

I let him, worry beginning to swirl in my stomach. 

I somehow manage to lift my arm to his head and begin rubbing his head, brushing my fingers through his silky but a little damp hair. I realise that he was sweating and he must have had one hell of a nightmare to be so distressed when he is usually the epitome of cold and resilience. 

Eventually I feel the tension leave his body with a heavy sigh. I shiver as the hot air blows over my neck. 

"P'Day?" I ask softly. 

He pulls back slightly and looks over me...I guess he remembered what we were doing last night. I chuckle softly at his smug yet somewhat sorry expression.

And that's when I realise we are both covered in...something. 

I groan..."We're going to have to wash everything"

He laughs softly, despite still looking shaken up from earlier. 

"I'll do all the work, love, you just rest up, okay?" He says as he cups my face and kisses my cheek. 

I feel my face heat up, "Of course you're going to do all the work, you're the one who caused all this in the first place." 

At this he pouts, he actually POUTS!

So cute!!! I think to myself.

"No, you started it, remember." He says in a slightly whiny voice...which is a new side of him I hadn't seen yet. 

"Well....whatever, you're still in less pain than me, that's for sure, so you have to do all the work." 

He just chuckles and nods his head as he pinches my cheeks softly. 

We both just lay there for a bit, as I brush his hair with my hands and his fingers trace over my face. Then he sighs softly and gives me a quick peck before sitting up. 

"Alright, come on, let's get cleaned up." 

He swoops me up and I let out a gasp in surprise. 

"It's the least I can do, love." 

I smirk at him and wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me to the shower. He washes me as I just stand there, leaning against the wall, then he washes himself, dries the both of us, helps me dress, and carries me back to the couch. 

I fall asleep pretty much immediately and by the time I'm awake, I'm back in my bed which has fresh linen, with Day snoring softly by my side. 

I begin to feel a bit sad that yesterday was kind of a bust and that he has to leave today but then I remember him saying that he was going to try to move here and work more at the race track and do most of the salon work from home and show up every couple of weeks to cut only V.I.P. customers hair. I feel myself getting excited for the future as I go over the possibilities this unlocks for us.

I lay awake with my thoughts as I wait for Day to wake up too, unable to go back to sleep. 

When he does wake up, we both get ready for the day, have breakfast together, and decide to go for a walk. 

I decide to bring up what happened earlier, now. 

"P'Day, did you have a nightmare...?" At my words, he stops walking for a second before starting again. 

"Yes and I don't want to talk about it." He says coldly. 

I nod and try not to let his tone and words get to me. I have to stop myself from being upset because at the end of the day, I know now that he is only acting mean because he is afraid of talking about it and I shouldn't push. 

So I decide to change the topic like any other person would. 

"Ooh, Gear said he was having a party today, do you want to go?" 

Day immediately glares, not at me, but just glares because that's what he does apparently. I chuckle to myself softly. 

The glare leaves his face at the sound of my laughter and he sighs and nods his head, "Yeah of course I want to go. I want to get to know you and your friends better so sure." He shrugs but pauses again. 

"But...I don't want you alone with that girl, whatever her name was, or anybody else for that matter, okay? You're either with me or in a group of at least four."

I roll my eyes at him. "P'Day, it's a party at my friend's house, we aren't going clubbing." 

"I've seen the 'parties' you and your friends have and you might as well start a club at his house with how many people are there." He grumbles. 

"Fine, fine, I'll do what you ask." I give in, tired of fighting. Plus...it's not that ridiculous of a request I guess. 

As we finish up on our walk, he softly says something. 

"I'm sorry for being mean earlier, but I don't want to talk about it." His gaze is zeroed in on his feet and now I feel bad for bringing up the nightmare, so I kiss his cheek softly and tell him that it's alright and I understand. He looks surprised but happy and before he can say anything else, I take his hand and lead him into the building. 

When we get back to my apartment, I call up Gear and let him know we are coming. 

As it's nearing lunchtime though, I hear the doorbell ring. 

Confused, I hurry over to the door, not wanting to wake up Day who was napping on the couch...I guess he stayed up later than I thought taking care of our mess. 

As I open the door and see who it is, I immediately slam the door in the person's face and back away. 

I can hear my heart pumping in my ears as I take in the situation, my hands shaking slightly.