New York tale (Ian Eastwood fanfic)

Chapter 18- No Turning Back

Chapter 18-

-Chelsea's P.O.V-

 Why? Why did I have to be so wrapped up in my own feelings. I knew damn well that no matter what happened I would love Ian endlessly. I knew it would hurt me but I ignored that fact. In my own head, I created a world where I was happy and every word Ian said was true.

I fell asleep in his arms, our breathing even and his heart beat was soothing. The first thing I dreamt about was the car crash again, jolting awake when I felt the impact, Ian tightened his grip on my waist as he slept.

I went to sleep again, but this time I saw Olivia and Ian, kissing aggressively. She looks over to me saying "he lied to you, he's gonna leave you for me", Ian gives me a dirty look "you don't mean shit to me, you were just there for a good fuck" he spat. 

I wanted to believe everything he said. I was afraid that she really would take him away from me. Who was I compared to her? Just some New York girl trying to find her way in life when I happened to bump into the most amazing person in my life.

"Chels, Chelsea, what's wrong" I opened my eyes to see Ian, worried, I felt a tear roll down my cheek and Ian wiped it away. I rubbed my eye, was I crying? "Are you okay?" Ian asked again, lowering his hand and resting it on my waist, rubbing it gently.

I took a moment to think, "Uhm, yea I guess I just, had a bad dream...", I secretly wished he wouldn't ask what I dreamt about but I know he would anyway.

"About what?", I looked down, taking a deep breath. "Well, I dreamt about the crash again. and then I dreamt of you and Olivia, together, and she said that you would leave me..you said I was just here for a good fuck..." I turned my gaze towards the ceiling.

I heard Ian sigh, I didn't want to look at his face. "Maybe I shouldn't have told you all of that last night"

"No, it's better for you to tell me, you're honest enough to do so. If you didn't care you would've just kept it to yourself." I looked at his beautiful brown eyes, he was still a little worried.

"I told you last night, she is wrong. This is exactly what she would want, us breaking up because of her, she can't manipulate us like that." He kissed my forehead sweetly. He was right, I was thinking about it way too much.

"You're right, I'm over thinking". That was a bad habit of mine. I had a tendency to over think the smallest things. "I'm gonna go wash my face, wake myself up" Ian nodded, placing his lips on my lips, butterflies erupting in my stomach, I felt his lips smile against mine, biting my lip gently.

I giggled as he pulled away. "I love you Chelsea", and there those magic words were, the ones that made me fall harder every time they left his lips. "I love you too Ian". I got up and headed towards the bathroom. I saw a blue toothbrush and towel left on the sink for me.

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 -Ian's P.O.V-

Even though we were supposed to be resting, I couldn't stay at home for long. I took Brian's car and drove Chelsea back to her home so she could pick up some clothes. I insisted she stay with us for the rest of her summer, I wanted her to stay, to be with me. 

We weren't as sore as the day before, I could probably teach tomorrow. I felt better knowing Chelsea was by my side. After we dropped off her clothes I decided we should take a walk, stop at a cafe, pick up where we left off.

We stopped for ice cream at a local shop and genuinely enjoyed being out, together. But every once and a while she would look at her arm in the cast, clearly frustrated with it's restraints. "Hey", I leaned down to meet her lips with mine, tasting the chocolate ice cream she was having.