Pretty boy (Nick Sturniolo ff)

Chapter 13

Ben POV

His fingers ran through my hair ever so gently, stroking each strand. It became increasingly difficult to keep my eyes open. My eyes became heavier and heavier with each stroke.

Eventually, they closed. But I didn't fall fully asleep. I was still conscious. My legs adjusted slightly as I moved.

I felt so comforted.

I don't hate Nick. Not one bit. That's probably my problem. I might actually.. wait..

Do I like him?

Even if I did I couldn't let anyone know anything. It made me so frustrated because I just wanted to be myself. But I couldn't.

A soft hum came from him as he played with my hair. My mind just loosened up as i laid there as if I was getting hypnotized.

I heard a squeak from the from the front door suddenly and I opened my eyes, sitting up immediately.

I looked at Nick as he wasn't expecting my sudden movement. I cleared my throat and run my hand through my hair, acting like nothing happened. I guess the others boys had came back.

I was right.

Nick POV

Ben jolted up and leaned against the couch. I looked at him not expecting him to do that. He looked back at me as I see Matt and Chris walk past the front door area to the kitchen.

Ben separated himself from me and acted normal while watching the tv, ignoring me. I turned and took a deep breath watching the tv as well. Chris then spoke up.

"Hey guys we got some pizza. Feel free to get some." Ben stood up and walked to the kitchen grabbing some pizza.

I was hungry but I just didn't feel like getting up. My eyes would not let go of Ben as he walked back to the couch. And I think he noticed.

My head leaned against the pillow on the back of the couch as he sat back down, eating. Matt and Chris came along behind him and sat down as well.

There was a tension in the room. Unable to pin point what type of tension it was, all I knew is that it was definitely due to Ben and I.

My eyes glanced over at Ben who sat there beside Matt, eating. Why did they have to come back at this moment? They could've taken at least slightly longer while out.

Wait what am I thinking?! Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop!

I'm actually going crazy right now, aren't I? I should be thankful that they came back when they did.

My mind continues to race back and forth while these thoughts rummaged through my head.

A few minutes passed and he stood up, making his way towards the hallway to use the bathroom, I'm assuming. The slight tension eased when he left and I tried to sit there comfortably on the couch.

Chris and Matt's eyes were still glued to the tv, eating their pizza. Ben came back after a few minutes and sat back down, rubbing his hand on his bare stomach. I just leaned back against the couch and watched the tv.