Her And Him (Completed)

THE NEWS (Part two)

Dedicated to @Zaynfl for being awesome. Thank you !

I passed out early in the morning, lying on his bed, with the phone still in my hand.

I dreamed that he was talking to me, asking me what the hell I was doing here and I desperately held onto his beautiful voice. I felt him touching me.

It felt too real.

My eyes flew open. He was standing there, a suitcase right next to him. He was indeed shaking me none too gently to wake me up.

I opened my eyes, and his annoyed expression shifted when he saw how red and tired my eyes looked .

I drank him in for about two minutes, and then, felt my lip quivering. Ah fuck it. I couldn't control it anymore. I started crying. Hard.

I jumped up from bed, and wrapped my hands around him. His warmth engulfed me, and I felt secure after a long night of stress.

He must have sensed that something was seriously wrong, for I soon felt his arms around me.

We stood there like that for five minutes, before I did the girliest thing anyone could have.

I started punching him everywhere I could reach. I was probably tickling him, but he looked suitably confused-as-hell.

"Why-the-fuck-did-you-switch-off-your-damn-phone-you -asshole?" I shrieked.

He said nothing. He just stared at me with awe on his face. I soon stopped because I realized that I was hurting myself.

" I thought you were dead! Your mom has probably gone into depression! You utter fool! "

"Wait what? What happened?" He whisper yelled.

"Don't ask stupid questions you moron!" I screamed,in full banshee mode, perhaps unjustly but at that point I didn't give a shit.

"Oh shit I need to call your mom!" I yelled.

I dived to grab the phone, and called her. She picked up after two rings.

"Hello?" I heard the tiredness in her voice.

"He's here. He's fine. For now. But after I kill him, I'll let you know, ohk ma?"

I heard her praying on the other side. She then chuckled gratefully.

"Kill him from my side as well ok beta? Bye"

He was wide eyed. I calmed down enough to realize that he probably had the right to know what action of his had caused his mother to think he was dead.

" Well " I began after taking a deep deep breath.

"How are you alive ?"

He blinked.

"Which flight did you come in?" I clarified myself a little.

"Uhh... Oh the morons who were supposed to book me the ticket didn't, so there were no available seats on the flight I was supposed to come in. So I had to come in the flight after that."

"Well.. Those morons saved your life. The plane that you were supposed to come in crashed, 4 hours after takeoff. There are no survivors."

I heard the sharp intake of his breath. He regarded me with a perplexed expression.

I dont know what triggered it but everything in me went haywire. I started crying, very close to hysterically.

" I didn't sleep yesterday. I must have given you a million missed calls, but your stupid piece of shit phone was switched off! I'm gonna kill that phone! And then I'm gonna kill you! You know how badly my eyes hurt? I think hangovers hurt less! You should go to hell! In fact please just leave! I puked everything I ate after I saw the news on tv! Everyone thought you were fucking dead and you didn't feel up for a little teensy weeny call? You fool! "

After my crazy bitch monologue, I paused, the embarrassment slowly creeping in now that the terror and anger had gone.

He was regarding me very peculiarly. I had to look away from the absolute laser beams his eyes had become. I saw through the periphery of my vision that he was walking towards me.

But the heat of the moment hit me in full blast when he pulled me into a bone crushing, heart stopping hug.

At that moment, I felt like I could melt.

"I'm sorry" he muttered.

Did he just apologize? Rewind and replay. What?

I craned to look up at him, and there was warmth in his eyes. He had such a genuine expression, that I thought I was going to go into shock again.

My heard thudded loudly. I let the exhaustion that I had fought so hard against engulf me, and rested my head onto his chest.

I was surprised to hear the pace of his heartbeat. I relaxed, hearing it slow down to its normal pace, and fell asleep, literally in his arms.

I felt through my semi consciousness, him putting me down in his bed, and climbing up next to me.

I snuggled closer.

After all I was asleep and anything I did could be blamed on the voodoo of sleep.

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LV :))))