When It Happens

All of the screaming, the lashing out, the hatred you've been receiving from your parents and siblings... it finally had hit its breaking point. You were sick of it; you were tired.

Tired of it all.

You decided that staying chained up in your room for the remaining of the night, counting how many times the ceiling fan makes its way around, wouldn't be something good for you to do. You are stuck with thinking of all the bad that's going on; the sadness. It's difficult to avoid your family shattering into pieces, when it's happening right down the stairs.

Before the tears threaten to stain your cheeks once more, you grab your phone off of your nightstand, and dial the ten digits that had made itself a home in your memory.

Fortunately, he answers only on the third ring.

"(Y/N), hey. You haven't been responding to my texts... are you-"

You cut him off instantly.

"C-can you come get me? I know it's late, but I need someone right now..."

You try your best not to sound like you're too upset; the last thing you want is for him to think you only want to be pitied.

"I need you." You finish in a faint whisper.

"Of course I will, (Y/N).. I'm on my way."

Relief rushes through your veins; he was always there for you. Whether it was the fact that you were craving your favorite candy or you needed cough drops for your miserable cold, he had made you a priority in his life.

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As you walk down the dimly lit sidewalks of your large neighborhood, you spot his truck parked next to a stop sign. Thank God he didn't pull into your driveway; the last thing you need is for your parents to find out you're gone and you give them yet another reason not to trust you. Although the other 'reasons' were quite foolish, you know that sneaking out with your boyfriend in the middle of the night might make the top of that list. But it's not as bad as it sounds, you correct yourself. He's your best friend; your everything. And if your family wasn't there for you, who was?

You slowly approach his truck and he opens the door from the passenger side. He steps out wearing your favorite white hoody of his, and his brown, straight hair turns into curls that are barely sticking out at the ends. His boots stick out from beneath his light wash jeans, and you swear that his blue eyes are shining like Christmas lights in the darkness. No words are spoken as he swiftly takes you into his arms and whispers sweetly in your ear how special you are. You look up at him with a tint of hope in your eyes, and he bends down to press a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips.

"Thanks for coming," you begin to tell him, "I know it's so late and everything, you really didn't even h-"

"Shhhh." He places his hands on each side of your face, slowly swiping one of his thumbs over your bottom lip. Concern washes over his face.

"Babe, it doesn't matter what time it is. I'm just glad you called me in the first place... don't ever hesitate to. Okay?"

You nod and he places yet another kiss to your lips, but he pulls away before it gets too heavy.

"Let's get out of here," he whispers.

You smile as you make your way to the passenger side.

"Oh and (Y/N)?"

You turn back around to see him with a smirk plastered across his perfectly flawed face.

"Your ass looks phenomenal in those jeans."