Let me in (S.M)

sixteen

song I recommend for this chapter: Run by Snow Patrol

"Wait, if you could be anything, what would it be?" I ask, the darkness consuming my vision.

"I'd like to draw comics and stuff, I used to read them with Charlie when I was younger and I'd draw them for him." She says back, our hands clutched tightly.

"You're so good at drawing." I compliment her, turning over and releasing our hands, but wrapping my arm around her body and laying my chin on her shoulder.

"You tell me that all the time." She mumbles, turning her head slightly so she can give me a half kiss on the lips.

"Because you are." I sigh, finding comfort in the crook of her neck.

"You're so great." She smiles, her eyes closing.

"I know." I smile back, she laughs.

"I love you." She yawns, her head sinking further in to the pillow. 

"I love you too." I kiss her head.

I feel her fall asleep and turn over, grabbing my phone from the floor and turning it on, quickly changing the brightness level so I don't disturb her. I go through my Twitter mentions and scroll through Instagram for a while, I see I've been tagged in a lot of edits and videos. One of them makes me smile. It's of when I did a Fifa forfeits challenge with Harry and Violet pulled the wax strip off my leg, I called her the worst girlfriend ever or something and Harry left it in the video. It's fair to say most people freaked out. Violet didn't mind as much as I thought she would, she's all over the place sometimes I can't catch up with her. I open my Snapchat and turn the camera around and make sure the flash is on before taking a selfie, the duvet covering half of my face so only my eyes are available. You can see the top of Violet's head in the photo and a bit of her shoulder. I caption it 'too tireddddddd' and upload it to my story, before throwing my phone back on to the floor and cuddling in to Violet's side, the comforting feeling taking over. 

"Where are you going?" I ask Violet, as I sit at the kitchen island, my laptop in front of me. 

"I need to go get something to wear for the wedding." She mumbles, tying her laces.

I look up to her, I can tell she's purposely avoiding my gaze, "you're going?"

"We're going." She corrects me.

"When?" I ask.

"Uh, Friday." She answers.

"Violet, that's two days away." I chuckle.

"Yeah, that's why I'm going for something to wear right now." She smiles.

"Where is it?" I question.

"I don't know, it's on the invite, not far though, I'll find it and text you it, I'll see you later." She kisses the top of my forehead before walking to the door.

"Bye Violet!" Josh shouts from upstairs.

"Is Violet leaving? Bye Violet." Vikk also shouts, from his room.

Violet laughs and shouts back, "bye."

I hear the door close a few seconds later and sigh, I walk upstairs and in to Josh's room, to see he's editing.

"What?" He asks, turning to me.

"I never said anything." I throw my hands up.

"You've got that look, what's wrong?" He questions, turning back to his computer.