Looking After the Harrison Boys {Old version!}

LATHB : Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

(I will no longer be putting the “previously…” stuff at the beginning. I find this kind of unnecessary now. LOL, took me a while eh?) 

“Johnny!” I cheerfully called out and waved my hand at him while waiting for the gates to slide open. Excitement instantly filled me and those strange feelings from last night disappeared from my body. And I got to say, I have never felt so relieved and at ease in a while, and it’s all thanks to Johnny. If I could (or had the actual guts to), I would give him a thousand kisses, or I could just casually kidnap him and his adorableness and run away. Well, now thinking about it, why don’t I do it? I mean, doesn’t sound too hard, right?

Shaking my head at the ridiculous thinking, I shifted my head to where he was standing and saw him waving energetically at back me. As always, he had his famous adorable smile plastered on his face.

Isn’t he just too cute or what?

I lightly nodded at myself and laughed through my nose, agreeing with the thought. I really want to kidnap him now and snuggle him to death.

“Amelia!” He called out.

Feeling so eager to go to him, I squished myself in the small available space that the gate only opened up and with just enough space; I luckily made it through (with the need of a big push at the end) and quickly jogged my way down the path. Each step, I somehow grew happier and the smile on my face just got bigger. Man, aren’t I really happy to see Johnny – too happy.

“I thought you weren’t going to come,” he pouted as I finally reached him.

With my hands on my hips, I puffed in and out, sucking in as much air as possible for my undoubtedly unhealthy body. “I’m only a few minutes late,” I told him once I finally grasped on the breathing. “Just a few minutes,” I repeated again and looked down at my watch, just to make sure I was a ‘few minutes’ late. But according to my watch, I was very, very wrong. “Okay, twenty minutes late,” I exaggeratedly corrected myself and then shrugged. “Not that there is any difference anyways.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at me and then engulfed me into a hug. ”Doesn’t matter how late you are, all it matters is that you’re here now.” He said into my ear.  

A grin automatically appeared on my face and I felt a small part of me melt a little by his comment. “Yeah,” I tightened my arms around him. “I guess it is.” I softly said, not knowing what else to say. Not only is he adorable, but he is such a sweet-heart too. Kidnapping him now, would be such a great idea wouldn’t it?

“Can you two hurry up with the hug?” An annoyed voice interrupted the happy moment I was having and I straight away pulled away from Johnny, who sighed and suddenly looked tired.

No, Amelia, don’t let him get to you. Play it cool and… then suddenly a wave of uncomfortableness washed over me and thoughts of last night reappeared once again in my mind, making me feel nausea in the stomach. Why now? I agitatedly asked my mind. Why give me the torture again and at this very moment? I cursed over and over again whilst biting the insides of my cheeks very hard, trying to fight the feeling off.

“Could you uh, stop staring at me, it’s kind of freaking me out.”

Huh? What? I’m not –

I blinked a couple of times, clearing all the blurriness away and freakishly saw Zane in front of my eyes, looking at me with that really annoying glare and scowled expression. How on earth does he have the energy or strength to do that every day, every time he sees me?