From Knives to Pens

From Knives to Pens - Chapter 26

A/N: I've been posting quite regularly at the moment but that's about to change. :( I've got a busy couple of days ahead of me so I'm not going to be able to post for a while. I'll post as soon as I am able. I've written a total of thirty two chapters so it's just a matter of uploading them. Thanks again for all the reads and votes! As always please comment your thoughts and tell me if you've spotted any mistakes. Thanks! Ciara x

Chapter 26 Andy’s POV:

I lay awake, unable to sleep. Thoughts of Willow keep me from slipping into the state of unconsciousness. Something doesn’t feel right about the way she’s acting. She seems quieter, preoccupied. I can’t help but feel that there’s more to the way she’s acting than she’s letting on. I don’t doubt she’s worried about her Mum; I would be too if I was in Willow’s situation. I just think there’s something more on her mind.

Is it the house? Does she not like it? But even as I think it, I know it’s deeper than that. I look around the room, searching for clues. My eyes go to the walls and it’s then that I notice my mistake.

 Pictures of me and Juliet still hang there, ominously. I swear under my breath. I thought Juliet would have taken those with her. Thoughts start to spin around my head. Did Juliet leave these here on purpose when she found out I was bringing Willow home?

I look down at Willow, feeling incredibly guilty. I should have made sure those pictures were taken down, it can’t make her feel very good having pictures of my ex hanging all over the walls. I feel Willow’s breathing become slower and I know she’s asleep. Carefully, I remove my arms from around her waist not wanting to wake her. She moans slightly when I get off of the bed and I wince.

I watch her for a moment, making sure she doesn’t wake up. When she doesn’t stir, I move to the walls and quickly take down the pictures. I shove them in the wardrobe, hidden beneath a pile of boxes on the bottom. I don’t want to see them, knowing they made Willow uncomfortable.

I make my way back to the bed and I take Willow into my arms again. She curls up into them and I kiss the top of her head lightly.

Satisfied that I’ve removed the pictures, I close my eyes and drift into oblivion.

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Willow’s POV:

I wake up to the feeling of warm sunlight bathing my skin. I open my eyes and am instantly greeted by the bright glare of the sun through the French doors. My hand shields my eyes from the glare and I look through the doors, wanting to have a proper look at the view from Andy’s apartment. I didn’t get a chance to have a proper look last night, as it was dark when we arrived in LA.

Everywhere I look, I can see houses that are so white and tidy in comparison to what houses back home look like. None of them have peeling paint, nor do they have half demolished garden walls. Everything looks so perfect. Small green trees line the roads and sit in the gardens of the houses. The grass looks so green and everything feels alive. The sky is incredibly blue and I think of Andy’s eyes.

My eyes drift away from the view and instead I look to the sleeping form beside me. Andy’s eyes are closed and his hair is dishevelled and covering part of his face. His arm is still looped around my waist and I smile. I love being close to him.

I use my finger to carefully push away the part of his hair that covers one of his eyes. He stirs slightly but doesn’t awaken. Slowly my finger trails down Andy’s cheek. His skin feels so soft beneath my fingertips. Soon my fingers are tracing the outline of his mouth and the tip of my finger brushes against the edge of Andy’s lip ring. I love the shape of his mouth and the way it feels against mine when we kiss.