Obsessed With You

chapter 27

Mattia

I took a deep breath, feeling like a weight had finally been lifted off my chest. I told her. After three years of holding it all inside. Three years of watching her from the shadows, pretending I didn't care when she was all I thought about.

It started after that night. The night I saw those guys cornering her in the alley, and I couldn't just walk away. I saved her, but after that, something changed in me. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I'd stalked her from my window every night, not close enough for her to notice but close enough for me to see. She always saat on her bed, either scrolling through her phone, studying, or laughing with Jenny. She never looked up. Not once.

I don't even think she knew I existed. I was just the guy who happened to be there that night. But I knew her. I knew everything about her, down to the way she'd tap her fingers on her notebook when she was deep in thought. I knew the routes she took to class, what time she left, and when she came back.

Then, out of nowhere, she messaged me on Instagram. I almost couldn't believe it. I was at the bar with Nick, phone face down on the table, not expecting anything. I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, Nick was staring at my phone, his face twisted in anger. He told me Sophia, the girl from our university, had sent me a message.

I froze. Sophia? Why would she message me? Before I could even respond, Nick started talking shit about her. Said she wasn't good news. Said she'd messed around with him before. A total lie, of course. But at that moment, I couldn't think straight.

Now, it doesn't even matter. I know the truth. I've known it for a while. I've been obsessed with her since that night. And now, after all this time, I finally told her.

I was lost in my thoughts, my mind spinning with everything I'd just told her. My heart was racing, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this was it-finally. But then, a voice cut through the chaos in my head.

"Mattia, can I ask you something?"

I swear, I almost jumped out of my skin. I turned to her, a small smirk creeping up on my face. Of course you can, babe. I didn't say it out loud, but I sure as hell thought it.

"Yeah, of course," I said, trying to sound casual even though my heart was pounding.

She looked at me, and I swear, there was this look in her eyes that made everything feel a thousand times more intense. "How have you loved me for three years? I honestly can't even wrap my head around what you're saying."

I took a deep breath. Here it goes. "Well, it's a bit of a story, but the important part is... I saw you that night. The night I saved you from those assholes if you still remember. And after that, I just couldn't stop thinking about you. I... kinda started watching you after that." I almost choked on the last part. "I guess I, uh... stalked you."

Her eyes widened. "Really?"

I gave her a look of pure confidence. "Yeah. Really."

She raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Has anyone ever told you that you're terrible at this?"

"At what"
"At talking or tell a story"

I laughed. "No, actually. But I'm starting to think you might be the first."

And then, before I knew it, she burst out laughing, smacking me on the shoulder. "I used to think I was the one watching you, but damn, looks like the tables have turned."

I grinned and leaned back in my seat. "Guess we're even now."

We both laughed, the tension melting away, and for the first time in forever, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.