Thief (ON HOLD)

2 - "If you were my husband.."

Conor and I had just returned from our 'adventure', if you could even call it that. We had just walked around the shops, bought ice cream and caught up.

"So let me get this straight, he broke up with you because of me?"
Conor asked, jiggling the keys in the door to unlock it.

"Yes! I've sworn to him that we were strictly friends since forever but he just didn't want to hear it, especially when you face timed me and I blew him off to talk to you,"

"Iz, I'd be pretty upset if my girlfriend said she had to talk to her friend instead,"
His voice laced with a warning tone as we stepped inside.

"It's whatever, he needs to accept that you're important to me and that I will be talking to you,"

"Aw now if that isn't the most romantic thing you've said to me,"
Conor cooed and I giggled, slapping his shoulder. He dropped the keys on the counter and a blond head popped up from the couch.

"Conor, are you gonna introduce me to your lady friend?"
The voice made my heart flutter. He stood up from the couch and turned to me. Jack. Conor idly argued over how Jack knew me already as he studied me.

"No, I distinctly remember a taller Isabella with braces," Jack protested, squinting his eyes at me.

"It's been three years, her braces are off and we got taller. Jack, I swear you know her I literally talked to her every day,"
Conor said.

"Jack Maynard, if you don't remember me I swear I'll attack you in your sleep,"
I joked and suddenly, as if it clicked in his mind, Jack broke into a smile.

"Oh, now how could I forget your sass,"
He pulled me into a hug.
"I'm counting on it,"

Shit.

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Because none of us actually cook we ordered a pizza. We set up camp on the couch, Conor on my right and Jack on my left and the pizzas warming up my legs. There was some random show blaring from the TV as we ate and talked. My cheeks still heated up at the soft grazes Jack's hand would have against me, grabbing pizza or a drink. Was he doing this on purpose? How would those hands feel o-

An elbow jabbed into me, dragging me from my thoughts of Jack.

"Iz are you even paying attention?"
Conor huffed, poking my side. I jerked away from him in a soft laugh, his finger poking the only spot I was ticklish.

"Now I am . . . what are we talking about,"
I asked looking between the two pairs of blue eyes on either side of me. I shifted the pizza box that was almost burning my skin to the table and pulled the blanket away from Jack and on to my legs.

"Hey!"
He protested and pulled a section to share. We had spent too long on the couch and, due to time difference, I wasn't the least bit tired. The boys, however, were exhausted at about 1 am. Conor had began yawning about halfway into the random movie and laid his head in my lap. I unconsciously ran my fingers through his hair, pulling at the roots and twirling longer pieces around my fingers. Jack sat beside me, his head nodding slightly to the side every five minutes or so. At home it was only 8 and I knew that I should sleep. I pushed Conor's shoulder to wake him up.

"Sweet, I'm going to sleep," I stretched from the couch. Jack curled in the blanket that I had slowly taken through the movie and Conor rolled back down to where I was sitting before. He groaned in response to me and I shook my head.
"Goodnight,"
I called halfway up the stairs.

"Goodnight Isabella,"
Jack said my heart raced at the way his slightly raspy and tired voice muttered my name.

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In reality, I wasn't tired whatsoever. I trudged up to my room just so Conor and Jack would sleep and I could attempt to adjust to the time difference. That was a complete waste though as I stayed up all night downloading music and watching YouTube videos.

I had realized it was morning when I heard someone in the kitchen. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time, groaning when it read 8:30. I pulled the comforter off of the bed and wrapped it tightly around me. My feet dragged down the hallway and to the stairs. Upon the decision that there were too many stairs, I was quite delirious at this point, I sat on the top step and slid down much like a little kid. A grunt escaped my lips when I reached the bottom. The person who was messing around in the kitchen was Conor, who had abandoned his breakfast to stand in front of me and laugh.

"What are you doing,"
Conor giggled. I slowly looked up at him, my eyes adjusting to the bright sunshine from the windows.

"Con, I'm so tired,"
I said and threw my arms in my lap. At this point Conor was dying at the sight of me and I was about to fall asleep on the stairs.

"Did you even sleep at all last night?"
He asked, squatting in front of me. I shook my head sheepishly.

"No. I binged Casey Neistat vlogs all night. Plus, it's three in the morning back home,"
I rambled. Conor shook his head and smiled.

"Aw sweet. Come on - let's get you back to bed,"
He coaxed and I threw my arms up, my hands making grabby motions at him. Conor bent down and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me up. Just to make it tough on him, I didn't stand correctly and he shifted me to hold me bridal style.

"If you were my husband, I'd totally love this,"
I mumbled and closed my eyes to nestle into his chest.

"Well, according to your mum I am your husband,"
He responded as we went through the doorway to my room. I was laid down on the bed that was still slightly warm from when I was there earlier. I pulled the comforter around me and rolled over, facing the wall. I didn't even hear the door shut before falling asleep from exhaustion.

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wowee I'm so sorry about the late update but this chapter is a little longer than the last one?? I'm just making excuses at this point I promise I'll do better!!
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