Lily Of The Valley (Aris x Reader)

14) Jinxed

“You definitely jinxed it,”He sighed, laying down on the seat as he watched the rain and lightning outside of the window.

“I didn't jinx anything,”I scoffed.

“It never rains, you mentioned rain a few hours ago, and now it's storming. You jinxed it,”He repeated.

“I did not jinx the weather,”I promised.

“I don't know if I can forgive you for jinxing the weather.”

“Aris, don't be a prick,”I warned, slapping his shoulder with the book I had found.

“Owww. Rude,”He huffed, making a show of holding it.

“This is a paperback with less than two hundred pages. You're fine,”I said, turning around and going back to it.

“Wow. No sympathy kiss?”

“You're real desperate for me to kiss you, aren't you?”I sighed, turning the page.

“Desperate is a strong word, but yeah.”

“You're an idiot,”I sighed yet again (he tends to make me do that), not looking up from the book.

“I’m bored,”He stated.

“We’ll get moving after the storm,”I promised.

“What for?”

“For your flower? You know? The reason we left?”

“Oh yeah. The flower,”He repeated.

“Yes, Aris. The flower.”

“Well, I’m still bored right now.”

“You're always bored.”

“Not when you're actually paying attention to me.”

“You're clingy, needy, and constantly attention starved. You know all of that, right?”

“Only to you.”

“No amount of fake flirting will make me fall for you,”I sighed.

“Who said anything about it being fake?”

“Moron,”I mumbled.

“I heard that.”

“Yeah. I know,”I shrugged.

“You can't jinx the weather and then ignore me.”

“I didn't jinx the weather,”I restated, turning another page.

“Give me.”

“Hey!”I snapped as he pulled the book from my hands.

“What? I didn't do anything,”He shrugged, standing on the seats and holding it as high as he could.

“Give me my book back,”I demanded, stepping on the seat and reaching for it.

“Your book? You just found it,”He reminded me, keeping me at arm's length.

“Give me my book,”I repeated, reaching for it.

“No,”He said simply, jumping down and running to the other compartment.

“Give it,”I demanded, hopping off the seat and sprinting after him.

“It's my book now,”He insisted, finding another seat to stand on.

“Give it,”I repeated, standing on the table and reaching for it.

“Give it,”He mocked, leaning back as far as possible, holding it just out of reach.

“That's my book for the rainy day,”I demanded, putting one foot in the seat as I kept trying to get it anyway.

“Shouldn't have jinxed the weather.”

“For the last time, I didn't jinx the weather,”I groaned, fully standing on the seat.

“If you want the book, jinx the weather back to not rainy,”He taunted.

“I didn't jinx the-ow!”I cut myself off as my foot slipped, sending me crashing to the ground. Landing on my back, I hit my head as one of my arms that I was using to not get so injured ended up behind me.

“I’m so sorry,”He rushed out, kneeling beside me. Holding in a pained groan, I tried to pull myself off only to wince at the pain in my wrist. “Hey, hey, it's okay. You're okay,”He said softly, slowly pulling my arm out from under me. I gritted my teeth in pain as he repeated his apology.

“It's fine,”I got out.

“Here, let me see,”He urged, putting a hand behind my back to help me sit up.

“It's whatever. Nothing feels broken,”I assured him.

“Where does it hurt?”

“Aris-”
“Where does it hurt?”He repeated firmer.

“My wrist,”I gave in.

“And?”

“And my head,”I sighed.

“Come on. I'll fix you up,”He offered, taking my good hand to help me stand.

“It's fine-”
“That wasn't up for debate. Come on. I'll fix it,”He told me, keeping his hand in mine as he led me to the compartment we had just come from. I held in a sigh as he gently dragged me through the door.

“Just sit, okay?”

“It's fine-”
“Sit.”

Not wanting an argument, I folded, placing myself on a seat. He grabbed the first aid kit from my bag before sitting beside me. Holding his hand out, he asked for my arm. Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I did so, holding back another sound of pain.

Slightly turning my wrist over, he just barely touched the bruise and little bit of blood. I winced, wanting to pull my hand away.

“I’m sorry. I’m just trying to see how bad it is.”

“It's okay,”I said too many times.

“I didn't mean for you to get hurt though,”He told me, grabbing an alcohol wipe to get the blood from my skin. Tears threatened to prick my eyes, but I shut them, refusing to let them fall.

“I know that,”I said before clenching my jaw.

He pulled out bandages and wrapped the wound. Despite the way it seemed like overkill, I stayed silent, letting him.

“Your head?”

“Huh?”

“Let me see your head,”He clarified.

“Oh yeah,”I nodded before regretting it as I gave myself a headache. Shutting my eyes, I turned so my back was to him.

He touched my head, making me let out another sound of pain.

“I have to see where it hurts,”He said softly.

“I know,”I promised.

He touched another spot that was almost just as sore. I bit the inside of my cheek as he lightly ran his hands through my hair, looking for anything off.

“It's gonna bruise, but there's no bump. Stay awake for now to stay safe though, okay?”

“Yeah. Will do,”I answered, turning back around.

“Come on. I’ll read to you,”He offered, pulling the book from his pocket. Resting my head on his shoulder, I watched him open the page to where my bookmark was. Shutting my eyes, I smiled at the sound of his voice.