Forever Unstoppable - Hot Chelle Rae FanFic

Chapter 37

-ELEANOR’S POV-

I was probably in the deepest sleep until the ringing of my iPhone woke me up. It was still dark out, but I felt like I’d been sleeping for hours. My phone kept ringing, the brightness temporally blinded me, and then I saw that it was Ryan. I shifted into a sitting position which was hard because of my cast and the softness of the bed.

“Hello?” my voice was groggy and quiet.

“Are you okay?” his voice was alert, rushed, and worried.

“Yes, why?”

His voice was now so shaky and scared, “I just had a bad dream and I’ve been thinking, probably too much and I’m- I’m, I don’t know. I just can’t lose you Eleanor! I need you…

-RYAN’S POV-

Then the line went dead. My heart raced faster than it already was, this dream had messed me up, I felt crazy. I jumped out of my bed, almost tripping on my pajama pants. Right as I got to my door, there was a light knock from the other side. I opened it slowly.

“Are you okay?” she asked. Eleanor’s perfection stunned me once again. Her hair was messy framing her face, her eyes were squinted blocking out light from the hallway. Both her arms were on either side of her nightdress, one of them in the cast. She probably thought I was a sweaty mess, standing here like an idiot.

I stepped closer to her and she put her hands under my elbows lightly making me shiver. I had to know I wasn’t dreaming, I kissed her once on her perfect lips, then again. She stepped into me making me back up into my room, the door shutting behind her. She looked me in the eyes with unreadable emotions and kissed my jaw, still backing me up into my bedroom. We collapsed on the bed, she kissed my cheek and said, “What’s wrong?” in the most lightest, soothing voice.

“I- I was just thinking, thinking about us. Just imagining life with you, what our kids would look like, our house, what would we look like when we’re old and laughing? But my point is that I COULD picture these things, and I want them. But that dream… nightmare, was so real, and I was so afraid, I mean, I love you so much Eleanor. Just seeing you makes me think I don’t deserve such a pure person as you… I don’t think I can live without you anymore, from this point on. I need you, I’ve come so close to losing you that I need to know that you feel the same way and-“

Her lips met mine abruptly again, silencing my rambling. She lay beside me, legs intertwined. “Can we name our little boy Peter?” she smiled softly.

My worried expression relaxes, “I love that name,” I whisper. She looks like a fricken angel now, her face illuminated by the moonlight, her hair is perfectly fanned out over a pillow. Her lips curl up smoothly.

“As long as you want me, I’ll always be yours,” she states. “Simple.”

“I was so scared.”

“Shhhh, you have nothing to worry about,” she coo-ed. She re positions so that she is sitting cross-legged with my head in her lap. She held her face above mine, she was upside down to me. “I love you Ryan Follese, I promise.”

She lowered her lips to mine and that kiss was one I will never forget, it was the kiss that made up my mind, that this girl was the one, the one who could make me laugh and hold me when I cry. The girl who tried to understand and help me in any way she could, but she already did it perfectly.

All was quiet except for our breathing between kisses and the movement of the blankets as now we were both kneeling in front of each other. We deepened the kiss, I tasted her warm tongue as her arms laid themselves around my neck. My hands slid up her sides and then under her gown and then I was interrupted by her giggles.

“Hahhaha THAT TICKLES!” she kept laughing, laying on her back again.

“Way to ruin the moment!” I teased.

“I can’t help it! And I don’t think it would be polite to wake up the people next to your room!” she smirked. I went down and kissed her neck hungrily, making her giggle once more. I took her hand and kissed each fingertip one by one and did the same to the other, watching her beautiful smile. I kissed her nose, the space between her eyebrows, her eyelids, her hair, each side of her neck, I just layered her with kisses and the look on her face told me she loved it. And then suddenly she was on top of me.

She resumed kissing me, slightly digging her nails into my shoulders turning me on more than I already was. Then she pulled back and I put my pouty face on.

“What’s wrong now?” she laughed.

“You stopped!”

“It’s 5 in the morning, the sun is going to rise soon and I don’t plan on getting caught in here!”

“But-” I protested, but she silenced me with a peck on the lips again.

“If we get caught, YOU will not be able to come into MY room the next night!” she smirked. I smiled, catching on.

“I love you!” she whispers exuberantly. “Remember that,” her fingers lightly touch my chin before she’s gone, like she wasn’t even here. But the tingling sensation on my lips reminds me she was…