Running From Love (A Eric Northman Love Story)

Chapter 18: Vacation

Sorry I can't do pages long anymore because my Wattpad is being a jerk. Sorry!!

«Ollo lovelies!!!! Just so you know this is kind of a filler chapie and it isn't very long. But I left you a gift at the end of the chapter!
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ł West's POV ł

"V-vacation?" I ask timidly. Eric twirls the mahogany strand of hair that he has around his fingers. Admittedly I do like it when people play with my hair but I need to hate Eric. I have to. "I'm not exactly in the mood."

Keeping his eyes on the road he continues to smirk deviously. "We'll get in the mood my sweet because we're going to Dallas."

Dallas, at least that sounds interesting. Turning on him I suddenly feel very defiant. "You can't just-"

Slapping a hand over my mouth he never lets go of that little strand of hair. Yet he still doesn't tug on it enough to make it hurt. Looking over at me with one hand on the wheel he tells me. "Yes, yes I can West."

"I don't have any clothes." That's seriously the best thing I can come up with. Clothes? I want to hit myself over the head for even thinking that. Eric takes a hand off my mouth and laughs.

"There's a bag for you in the back," Oh please don't say Pam packed it. Anybody but Pam. "Pam packed it for you."

I sigh in defeat and lean back utterly deflated. This is going to be the worst vacation ever. I'm with Eric, I've been kidnapped, and Pam packed my bag. Kill. Me. Now.

He puts his arm back behind my seat and continues to play with that one bit of hair. Looking over at him a questioning look crosses my face. "Why are you doing this Eric?"

He stays silent for a very long time. No words pass in between either of us. Giving up waiting for an answer I curl up on my seat. Noticing a blanket on the floor I pick it up and unfold it. Pulling the blue and white material over me the warmth instantly hits me.

When Eric looks over and sees me under the blanket he reaches out, temporarily letting go of my hair, and turns on the heat. Even more confused my eyebrows furrow. I can't seem to look away from Eric's face which is currently extremely focused on the road.

We go over a bump and his arm falls onto my shoulder. I don't move it. There's no point. Still playing with that strand of hair he pulls me slightly closer. There is one long seat in the front of the van so I'm soon sitting nearly right up against him. His arm circles all the way around me holding me close to him. Shivers run up and down my spine.

I look up at Eric's face confused even more. How is this possible? That a guy who up until now I have known only as an evil jerk, so kind and concerned. How is it that he can so casually play with my hair and hold me to him after all that we have been through? How is it possible that I am considering that maybe Eric Northman isn't as bad as I had previously thought.

All this thinking is making me tired. My eyelashes seem to become fifty pound weights. Slowly, almost cautiously, I rest my head on his bicep. He doesn't seem to mind so I snuggle in beside him.

Just as I am drifting off he finally answers my question. "Because you are finally mine."

ł Third Person POV ł

Amelia was sitting in the old living room with the three. Eva was sitting on the top of the piano which was one of her favourite places to lay down much like a cat would. Harry was sitting on the couch beside Amelia with his hand around her waist. Which earned glares from Eva and Terry. Now Terry was perched on the window sill. Staring outwards into the infinite forests and fields. He was the first to speak after their long talk. "It's nearly sunrise."