Consumed

His eyes

I woke up around 5 this morning, on a Saturday, I had a rough night. These past 2 days with Chaz and Niall have been awesome, but I'm not used to it. I'm not used to having some one around, some one to lean on... If I can call it that. I let my hair out of my damp bun, from last nights shower. I slipped on some burgundy thick leggings and a long sleeve shirt that was warm enough me to go outside in. My house was big, and the outside is beautiful. I went downstairs with my head phones and phone. I brewed some tea and played my music. I couldn't get him off my mind, the more I am around him the more I think about him.

I picked up my phone, I'm going to regret this later. I pulled up his contact and called him. My heart is fluttering with anxiety not knowing what to say when... If he picks up. It rung a couple times before I heard his groggy deep voice.

"I would say good morning, but I'm not sure what time it is...." His hoarse voice spoke threw the phone.

" I'm sorry for calling you so early, I couldn't sleep.. and I- I, well. I thought of you." The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

The whistle of the pot of tea was going off, and I don't even notice, from how embarrassed I was.

"Are you making tea?" He questioned, making me giggle. What a way to break the awkwardness.

"Um, yea. Yea I am" i chuckled.

"I'm coming over.. Just. Uh" I heard a groN threw the phone. "Damn you lux." For some reason hearing him say that made my heart ache, in a good way I think..? I sent him my adress, and I. About 15 minutes he pulled up in his matte jeep. I couldn't help but look in awe at it. Blacks my new favorite Color. He hoped out In sweat pants and a hoody. His  long hair was messy, I don't think he bothered to comb threw it. But he still looked like a model. He walked up the entrance to the porch, and looked to his left to see me, with blankets and pillows on the swing, cuddled with my tea. He smiled, making butterfly's erupt in my stomach. He came over and sat on the swing right next to me.

"Where's my tea?" He asked looking down at me. I looked at his face, he was so perfect. It's only been two days and this boy is driving me insane.

"In on the stove" I told him taking a sip of my own tea. He relaxed back in the swing, adjusting himself to lay crisscrossed.

"I'll just take yours, "he smiled, taking the warm mug from my hands. U watched as his lips cupped the mug and he leaned his head back taking a little sip. I watched his throat gulp the tea down. I'm insane, I'm crazy. I thought to my self.

"I'm also backing chocolate chip muffins." I said giving an award winning smile, very proud of myself. He chuckled, making my face burn.

After a while, we brought the tea pot out with the plate of muffins and talked and watched the sun rise, eating our breakfast. I found out some stuff about him. His mom left him and his dad when he was seven. He's now 17, it's been 10 years. His dad hasn't been the same since, he's an alcoholic business man that is never home. He has a different girl ever ight that he is home.

As for me, I told him how my parents were. Together, but they dispose each other. I told him how they don't speak to me, for a reason I'm still lot sure of, how they are never home either. I told him how it all started when I was 5, one day, my mom just stopped caring and left me with my nanny , Elie. My dad never loved me, never held me as a child, never fed me as a baby, never changed me. They left it up to Elie. I didn't shed a tear through my whole story, which didn't surprise me.

"When did you start cutting?" He asked, slipping up my shirt to trace his fingers lightly over the healing scars. It felt nice, his fingers burning into the place I slice my pain into. The burning sensation was a new pain I was found of.