Love and Consequences.

Chapter 4

The cold wind blowed all my self esteem away. I couldn’t shake the words that came out of Diane’s mouth: ‘Shut your mouth Pretty boy.’ 

I couldn’t help but feel the need to pick up my act, and become a more proper boyfriend to Emily, than I was. I needed to stop acting like a child, and really protect, and treat Emily right. I started, when I walked through the door of Emily’s uncle’s guest house. 

“Emily, I’m going to, uh, read” I lied, I  didn’t like reading much. But I needed to think about things, about, Emily. 

“Read? I’ve never seen you pick up a book in my whole time of knowing you, and I’ve known you for 2 years.” She questioned.

“Well, time to start. I’ll be down in precisely half an hour” I half smiled, already walking up the stairs, leaving Emily standing in the midst of the hallway, lost and confused. 

I paced back and forth of the bedroom, feeling responsible for the fight between Emily and her mum. 

Suddenly, I heard the Emily on the other side of the door, knocking. 

“Can I come in?” She asked. 

I jumped on the bed, and grabbed a magazine lying on the floor. “Um, yeah sure.” 

She walked in, and the light of the light bulb, shone on her, making her look incredibly breathtaking. 

“What’s up with you? Reading? You said precisely, I have never heard you use such technical words before.”

“There’s a first time for everything, ha” I fake laughed, looking down onto the page that I had randomly opened to. 

“By now, you should know I’m not that stupid. Tell me what’s wrong.” she said moving closer to me. “Was it my mum, don’t take what she said to heart, I mean..” I cut her off. 

“She said I was a pretty boy, that impression gives me that she doesn’t like me very much. She probably thinks I’m irresponsible, and stupid. I need to pick up my act, and start treating you more maturely than I do now.”

I told her, closing the magazine. 

“Are you serious? You’re not even close to anything you just labeled yourself to be. I have never, ever doubted that you wouldn’t look after me properly. Why do you think I’m with you? You’re the most perfect boyfriend I’ve ever had, I mean, when I kiss you, I feel something, I’ve never felt with anyone else. I’m not with you, because of your fame, your voice, your looks. I mean, I’m here because I love you, for you. And fuck, I don’t want anyone mature, I want what we have now, the long cuddles and kisses, the late night conversations, the silly fights, and the fact that I can tell you everything. We’re not prefect, not a perfect relationship, I mean we fight, we make mistakes. But the truth is, I wouldn’t change it, for anything. I have everything when I have you.” I could see her eyes water up slowly, and all I wanted to do was hold her, and make sure she was real, and that she was mine. 

“I love you,” I said, “Now get over here.” I smiled cheekily, as she jumped on the bed, next to me. She laid next to me, and I touched her smooth cheeks, and kissed her. 

She smiled and said quietly: “Promise me something?” 

“Anything Emily.” 

“Never let me go,” she replied, looking into my eyes deeply. 

I misunderstood what she had said when I replied, it wasn’t until later on, did I realize what the meaning of those words really meant. 

I woke up to thud, and a door creak open.