Finding Forgiveness {Jerza}

The Cold

A/N: This is a really, really, really long chapter.
I hope it makes up for missing last week's update deadline (sorry)!
Either way, sorry for spelling and grammar errors, it would take a lot of time to edit everything before publishing, and I plan to fix everything when the story is completed.

I love you all! Thanks so much for reading.
Oh!
Please don't kill me, I assure you I have something in mind.

With love,
A

Erza's P.O.V.

I woke up to a sharp scream, followed by a loud thud on the floor. Frightened, my eyes shot open and I immediately pulled a sheet to my chest and sat up in bed. Looking around, I found that Jellal was the one who had screamed, and then fallen out of bed like the idiot he was.

"J-Jellal?" I asked him, wide-eyed, "What happened?"

"What happened last night!?" He questioned frantically before raising a hand to his head with a wince, "And why does my head hurt so much?"

"What do you mean 'what happened last night'? You don't remember?" I felt a blush settle under my cheeks, and I knew he would eventually connect the dots.

He looked down at himself.

He screamed again, "Why am I only wearing my boxers!? Where's my clothes!?" He looked up to me for answers, "And you! Why are you all- all-"

I wrapped the sheet around myself tighter, "Why am I not wearing clothes?"

"PRECISELY!" He shouted before looking around on the floor. He picked up his shirt, still there from the night before, and tossed it at me, "Put something on!"

I picked up the shirt and eyed it for a moment, before laughing to myself about how awkward he was. He really was a total dork.

"Okay, okay," I surrendered, pulling the shirt over my head. I swung my legs, still covered by the sheets, over the bed and onto the floor.

"WAIT!" He cried, pointing a finger at me, "Are you wearing anything else besides that!?"

"N-"

"ERZA!" He whined, shooting up and facing towards the wall. He refused to see me like this, I suppose, "Why is this morning so-"

"Weird?"

"WEIRD!" He agreed with a shout against the wall, "I have so many questions... How did I...? How did we...? WAIT!"

He tilted his head slightly in my direction, and I could see his eyes were tightly shut, "Did we...?"

I shuffled in my seat a bit, uncomfortable at the question. Did he really not remember anything about last night? That would definitely make things... Complicated. 

"Erza?" He called my name, almost afraid, "Please tell me we didn't... do... 'it', last night. Please tell me we didn't."

"'it'?" I raised an eyebrow at how immature he was.

"You know what I mean!" He furrowed his eyebrows, but kept his eyes closed, "So... Did we?"

I stayed silent. Why was he so against the idea in the first place? I can't lie and say that his frustration wasn't hurting me... Because it was. I didn't know why he was rejecting me to this extent...

"...Yes." I replied softly after a long while.

"WHAT?" He yelled as he spun around with his eyes wide open, "NO!"

"We did..." I reassured him.

"No, no, no, no..." He rambled as he ran his fingers anxiously through his hair, "You're kidding, aren't you? You're joking?"