IF ONLY

ROSE

"Being safe with someone means your heart has found its home."

FLASHBACK

Something smelled good. Like really good. It was the smell of cologne and wood and herbs. It smelt like home.

 I slowly open my eyes, to see , I was sleeping on something hard and soft at the same time. I  know thats bullshit. But thats how it feels. A huge something is on my waist , making it impossible for me to move an inch.I slowly lift my head to see ....................... ACE !!

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ? 

Wait, I am still in a daze. Wasn't I in my bedroom yesterday ?
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Oh fuck ! My parents kicked me out. So I came here. But how did Ace get here ?

Honestly, I really don't care. Seeing Ace, first thing this morning, is something I would want to do my whole life. He gives me this feeling of security and comfort, something I haven't received from anyone since birth. His hands are wrapped around me, in a protective embrace and I wouldn't mind falling into a deep slumber  never to wake up ever again. Ace .. he

Feels like home
Smells like home
He is home.

I lift my head up from his chest and look at him. And thats when I realised, I was sleeping on the chest of the most innocent and purest man in this universe. He looked so peaceful, so innocent and so angelic in his sleep.His eyelashes were brushing the upper portion of his cheeks, his hair completely dishevelled making him look hotter than usual.A few lonely strands fell on his eyebrows. His lips were slightly apart , making want to kiss him then and there.

Ew no get a hold of yourself , Rose. Ace is perfect , too perfect to be with someone so broken like you.

Suddenly,I realise that though I am comfortable, Ace's position is far from that. He is holding my whole weight and his head is in an awkward position. I slowly , remove his hands and get up. Instantly he furrows his eyebrows, but he is didn't open his eyes as they are heavy with sleep. 

I quickly but carefully place his head on my lap, and brush my fingers against his furrowed eyebrows. He slowly releases them, sighs heavily and falls back into a deep slumber.

 I slowly run my hands against his beautiful locks of hair and gently rub his scalp. Thats when he does something stunnig. He smiles, the most gorgeous , exquisite smile ever. His most genuine one. 

And I am suddenly happy that he doesn't smile at all. Because the entire woman population of the world  would would fawn over him , for that breathtaking smile. I want him all to myself. I am sounding like a jealous bitch aren't I??

Ya, i don't care. He is mine, but if he likes someone else then I would happily let him go. Because his happiness is more important than mine. 

His smile was so attractive, that the beauty of all other men in this world combined couldn't stand a chance against his.

After 30 minutes or so , he slowly shuffled in his sleep. His eyes fluttered open. He was slightly shocked at first to see me, but soon relaxed as  he seemed to remember yesterday's events.

He smiled lazily, as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear which was brushing my right cheek. I leaned into his touch. His touch was soothing.

All of a sudden his demeanaur changed. His eyes darkened and the atmosphere became serious. I didnt understand why. Then I followed his gaze to my palm which was grazed and red as my mother had pushed me out of the house. I honestly didnt feel it all. Hell I didnt even realise it was there.

Aw man. The whole atmosphere was beautiful . Now my most dreaded conversation with Ace was going to take place. Guess I would have to tell him my family history.

Its not like I mind telling Ace. Hell I want to tell him. But I couldn't tell him everything. Somethings are better off hiding in the darkest corners of my brain, rather than bringing them out. 

"Some secrets are better left untold"

Ace was looking at me with angry eyes, not angry at me but the person responsible for those wounds. But behind those angry eyes, I could see how insecure and frightened he was. But what for, is something I don't know. It's just a scrape, he couldn't be bothered by that. 

Maybe he was angry at me, maybe I felt like a burden to him. If this was true, then I would break. Then and there into millions of pieces. 

I guess I was staring , more like glaring at the ground, when he gently held my chin and made me look at him. My heart fluttered at his touch. Then I understood that i could never be a burden to him. 

His eyes say that. And I knew that even if this world was a lie, those beautiful green emerald eyes could never lie. Not to me, I know them too well.