The Gang Leader's Iris

30// Falling

"I love you." He says and pulls me into the tight security of his arms.

"But love-" I start

"Love is real because what I feel for you is love." He corrects.

"I love you, too." I sigh and start to snuggle into his chest, but it disappears. The comfort of his hold on me leaves. My eyes open and he's gone. Tears start to spill from my eyes at the realization that he's gone. I've lost him.

"Iris," his voice reaches for me. "Iris, wake up." My eyes open to reveal Ian and my arms instantly wrap around him. "Are you ok, baby?"

"I had a dream that you told me you loved me and then you just disappeared." I cry.

"Hey, shhhh," he whispers, holding me close. "it's ok, I'm right here."

"Yeah, but for how long?" I ask. "What if I lose you?" I pause as a thought hits me. "I think I'm falling for you."

"What?" He ask, caught off guard.

"I know love isn't our thing, but I-"

"I think I am, too?" He says, but it sounds like a question.

"You don't have to say that if you don't feel that way." I inform him, I want to be honest with each other.

"I do feel that way, though." He assures me. "I like you, but it's more than that and I don't know what love feels like, so I don't know."

"Neither do I; I feel," I say, starting to feel a little dizzy. "I'm afraid of falling."

"Don't be," he whispers. "Cause if you do I'll catch you and we'll see what happens."

"Promise?" I ask, softly.

"Promise." He nods.

"Ok... What time is it?" I sigh, as a headache starts to build. "I have headache."

"It's 4am." He answers, checking his phone. "And you were drinking last night so I would assume so." He chuckles.

"What did I have?" I ask, rubbing my forehead.

"I think a maple leaf, I'm not sure, but it was something whiskey and then you had 4 shots of vodka." He says, rubbing circles on my back.

"God I'm so stupid." I grumble, breathing in his sent of vanilla and sweat; it's a good scent. "I'm sorry you had to deal with drunk me."

"It was fine." He whispers, leaving a lingering kiss on my forehead. "You did make me undress you and then put my shirt on you, though."

"Oh my god." I exclaim, burying my head further into his chest.

"I didn't look... That much." He chuckles, lifting my chin with his thumb. "I did see part of that hip tattoo."

"You wanna see it?" I ask, already knowing the answer because of the comment made.

"Yeah." He nods and I remove myself from his lap and move to kneel. I lift up the shirt he put on me. One of my hands holds the shirt up as the other pulls the side of my underwear to reveal the quote written out vertically on my hip. 

"It says 'Je vais sacrifié tout pour ceux que j'aime', I will sacrifice all for those I love." I inform him.

"It's sexy." He smirks.

"Shut up." I mumble, letting the shirt drop, before he pulls me back onto his lap.

"You are sexy." He whispers, starting to tickle me. "You're a sexy little girl."