I want to be someone to you

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Noah POV

When I woke up this morning, I still had flashbacks from last night. Coming back from Greg's engagement party last night, it's as if Elle and I have put ourselves in a mode of claiming each other for all the lost years.

I was not particularly enthusiastic last Monday night when Elle told me that our journey on the path of memories was not over. I hate to think about all the situations and emotions I've experienced without her. But Elle was right, these situations will come to the surface whether I like it or not. Yesterday, as I sat at the bar, the memories of my first Thanksgiving night after Elle and I broke up just snapped up with me. But today to know what I said to Elle during that call and to know that it allowed her to make peace... it was also beginning to allow me to make peace. And Elle fulfilled her promise to console me at that time very well.... It was beyond all my expectations and I fell asleep totally satisfied with the love of my life in my arms.

Unfortunately, my mind began to realize that she will be returning to LA tonight and that I will not be able to see her next week because of her custody. The thought was clearly unpleasant. The more time I spent with her, the more I longed to come back to LA to really start our life together. I was so excited to be able to put the last 7 years of my life behind us and to be able to look with confidence to the future.

As if my restless state of mind had bothered her, Elle woke up. She seemed in a good mood, really contrasting with my own state of mind.
-Good morning," she said, taking my face in her hands and kissing me.
-Good morning, Shelly," I said, running my nose up and down her face.

I was trying to memorize every sensation of waking up next to her to remember it during these weeks when we're going to be apart. Elle understood my inner dilemma as she straightened up holding the sheet to her chest as she looked at me:
-You don't look good this morning, Noah. What's going on?

I thought I was saying there was nothing but she gave me her look of don't mess with me. I moved over to run my hand along her arm, sighing:
-It's so nice to wake up with you that I really don't want to see you get on that plane to LA. I'll stay with you here in New York... at least a little longer. Although I don't think I'll ever be really happy other than having you by my side every day.

She looked at me with a compassionate face before saying:
- I get it, Noah, we don't have to be apart for much longer. And we still have the whole day together in New York before our flights depart. And I've planned some awesome things for our day. But first...

She looked at me innocently as she ran a finger from my chin to my abdomen and said:
- What could we do to get you smiling again before we join Chloe and your friends for breakfast?
- I'm sure I'll find it," I told her before laying her on her back so I could kiss her again as I pleased.

We didn't have to hang around because the brunch was scheduled for 10:00 a.m. Elle had left to shower in the bathroom while I rummaged through my suitcase to find clothes to put on before joining her.

Several minutes later, I was sitting at a table with Steve, Brian, and Elijah who were my roommates during my first years at Harvard because of course Chloe kidnapped my girlfriend again.
-So, Flynn!" said Brian. "It seems to work well between you and the sexy doctor.
-She looks like she's managed to get some of your scowl off you." Steve told me before bursting out laughing.

I smiled for a few moments before reminding them of what I had told them several times during my freshman year at Harvard.
- Watch out guys, I accept your teasing but I don't tolerate any shit on Elle, ever!
- That's the moron we all love!" said Elijah before patting me on the back.
- But no kidding Flynn, it's really a nice catch your girlfriend. Sweet, kind, fun and doctor!" Brian said as he turned his head to the table where Elle was having breakfast with Chloe and Rebecca.
- I can't believe that all these years you've decided to wait for her. What made you think she was the one?" asked Steve.

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