And I would offer every breath of life I've claimed... (Timids + Keveridge)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Kier's POV

Laurence fell asleep with me in his arms. 

I was in heaven! Seriously, you have no idea what this man does to me.

I looked up at Laurence. 

Wow, he looks so cute and angelic when he's asleep...not that he doesn't look absolutely adorable all the time, because trust me, he does.

I stared at him for a while before I rested my head back on his chest. I could feel his steady heartbeat and the rise and fall as he breathed.

I stayed there for a while. His heartbeat was comforting to me, but also, it was a reminder that this is actually happening. Laurence is asleep, holding me in his arms.

I felt a wave of emotion and that familiar electric buzz flow through my veins as I had a sudden urge to kiss him.

I lifted my head up from his chest and looked at him for a while. I began to shake nervously and felt butterflies in my stomach as I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

As I kissed his cheek he stirred a little. I completely freaked out at the thought of him catching me kissing him, so I fled our bedroom and into the bathroom.

Anyone would say I'm the third timid.

As I approached the bathroom I began to tear up as it hit me that I basically took advantage of Laurence's state of sleep, just to fulfil an urge of mine.

When I got into the bathroom, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My face was still quite pink, the tear stains were beginning to fade and my eyes were still red.

I began to cry fully as I saw how ugly my crying had made me look. I looked a state.

I splashed some cold water on my face in an attempt to calm myself down. It only made my face sting rather than make me calm.

I began to cry again.

Jesus, I'm crying a lot. 

I'd been madly in-love with Laurence with as long as I can remember and now I could have fucked everything up if he realized I'd kissed him.

My thoughts we're interrupted by the handle of the bathroom door turning and the door swinging open.

Shit I'd forgotten to lock it.

I prayed it wasn't Laurence, I didn't want him to see me like this.

"Kier?"

It was Drew.

He's probably going to ask me what's wrong. Shit, what should I tell him?

"Kier, what's wrong? You look like you've been crying?"

Fuck it. I can't keep this in any longer. I've Loved Laurence for so long. I can't keep it bottled up inside me. I need to tell someone.

"I-I-I um..."

Okay Kier just relax, tell him about her first.

"Me and my girlfriend split up"

I said in a hushed tone.

"But I broke up with her for all the wrong reasons..."

Drew looked puzzled. I decided I'd have to get it over with and soon because I thought I has going to explode if I kept the secret any longer.

"I broke up with her because I-I-I..."

Drew still looked puzzled. Probably because I wasn't making too much sense.

"I-I-I'm in love with Laurence."

Drew's face went from open-mouthed and shocked to a huge smile.

"AWWWWWWW!!"

Drew cooed and pulled me into a hug.

"I've loved him for so long, Drew. I really have. I-I-I love him so much. I would do anything for that man. Anything just see him smile his beautiful smile. Anything to not see him sad...but he'll never feel the same. I feel safe and happy when he's around. He sends shockwaves through my veins. Anyways I'm almost 100% sure he's straight"

Drew looked sympathetic.

"Have you ever asked him whether he's straight or not?"

Come to think of it, I haven't.

"No, but even if he wasn't straight, he would never love me."

Drew still looked sympathetic...

"Well you have to ask him I mean how cute would you two be together and if you don't want to ask him I will-"

"NO!!!"

I cried, almost begging.

"No, Drew you can't tell him. He would hate me if he knew. He will never feel the same and I-"

I was becoming frantic.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell him, but he's gonna find out one day..."

And with that, Drew left the bathroom.

I walked back into mine and Laurence's room...

wait? Where's Laurence? And why is his shirt here?

I walked over to where his shirt was lying on the bed. It was still damp from my tears. It also smelled of him.

Oh the sweet smell of Laurence Beveridge! No but seriously he smells so good its unreal.

I decided to just lie on our bed for a while, cuddling his shirt. Inhaling the scent...

Jesus christ I love him so so much.

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(A/N: my little sister read this and she said she was confused as to why in Laurence's POV and in Kier's POV, they sometimes say exactly the same things. For anyone else that was confused, it was to empahsize the fact that they feel the same towards each other. So I hope I helped! :D)