The Night Hides Scars >> Kellic A.U.

Chapter 9

As I stood frozen, watching Oli set his keys on the table and his suitcase on the ground, a thought clicked in my mind. Where was the Keyes record? It wasn't laying by the front door where I had dropped it. I quickly glanced at the box of records by the turntable, and there it was. Hidden in plain sight, no one would notice it unless they were looking for it.

Oli finally looked up from the phone in his hands. He just got off of a business trip, what could possibly be so interesting on that phone? I thought vehemently to myself. Nevertheless, when a large grin spread across his face, I returned it ten-fold. I was happy to see him, that wasn't a lie. I just wished that one of them would disappear. My mind was far too fuzzy so, at the moment, I didn't particularly care who.

"Oliver, I missed you." I set my glass of orange juice down on the table that was next to me and ran into his open arms, practically tackling him. Just because Vic had gotten here didn't mean I forgot about how alone I felt whenever Oli wasn't by my side. I felt so pathetic, but I didn't care. He was back and that was all I was focusing on.

"Oh, Kells," he sighed lightly, nuzzling his head into my hair. "I missed you so much." His arms tightened around me and I melted into his grip. Tears pricked at the edges of my eyes. I always try to play it off like I'm okay when I'm alone, and it normally works, right up until the very end.

I buried my face deeper into his chest to try and calm myself down but, after three years, Oli knew all of my tricks. He pulled back a little and pushed my chin up so he could see my teary gaze.

"No tears, love. I'm back home," He whispered then he leaned down and kissed me. I kissed back fervently because, after a whole week, I craved this. I craved him. My hands grasped desperately at his shirt, as if he would fall away from me. I could feel his fingertips trailing on the skin beneath my shirt. They didn't move to take it off, but they still left goosebumps in their tracks.

I pulled away from him and sighed shakily. He kissed my neck once, only once, and drew back with a tired smile. He must have been so exhausted. I grabbed his hand and started to drag him to the kitchen.

"Come on Oli. I'm making bre-" Both my thoughts and I stopped in my tracks. "My french toast!" I screeched and sprinted into the kitchen where the one piece of toast I had began to cook was now a black and shriveled-up brick. The other pieces had become soggy and irreparable.

"God dammit," I muttered hatefully, staring at the small, blackened piece of bread that I had mercilessly murdered. I felt two arms snake around my waist and a light kiss feather the back of my neck.

"It's alright, Kells. I wasn't that hungry anyway," Oli laughed into my hair.

"It's not funny! Look at how sad it looks." I whined.

"Kellin. I'm sorry to inform you of this. But that bread is toast," he announced with the straightest face I've ever seen him have in a long time. It didn't last though, because soon we were both laughing so hard our cheeks hurt and there were tears in our eyes.

"You're such a dork!" I giggled.

"You love it." Oli lunged forward and pecked my lips gently before turning me around and latching onto my hands. Oli pulled me forward and placed his hands on my hips, his face was so close to mine that I could feel his gentle breaths on my lips and his nose touching mine.

However, he pulled away far too soon for my liking. He walked backwards and, like the lovesick little boy that I was, I followed in his footsteps.

"Let's just go to bed, Kellin. I'm not that hungry and I've been dying to.. see you." A seductive edge tipped his voice and it sent shivers down my spine. He turned and lead me towards our bedroom.