Before We Collide...

#16 Stefan and I have this...thing.

"Hazel"

His voice danced through my ears as everything came to an erupt stop, leaving me breathless and utterly shocked. His blurry figure came into my line of view as he tried to calm me down, worry clouding his features. Sentences hung in the air as it left his mouth but there was something blocking my ears, not letting me hear his melodic voice. 

How could she do this to me? She knew my brother's birthday was coming up in a week and what a vulnerable state that leaves me in. She knew I couldn't do this on my own. On that dreadful day each year we would always sit down, fluffy blankets surrounding us in our pj's and watch all of his favorite movies while telling each other our favorite memories of him, even though we do it every year. That would usually leave both of us in a bundle of tears and the house scattered with tissues. 

6 Months ? Is that even legal ?

"Hazel... Sky... Sweetheart !" His words finally brought me back to reality as his latest nickname sent shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped upwards only to be met with worried ones staring back at me. I quickly looked down, finding the ground very interesting, not wanting him to see the vulnerability my eyes held. 

"Hey, hey look at me." he demanded as his thumb wiped away the tear strolling down my cheek, leaving a caress for comfort. "Breathe, and tell me what's wrong?" He whispered so quietly, I'm surprised it even reached my ears. 

Why is everyone telling me to breathe today ? Like, I'm pretty sure the oxygenated air is reaching my lungs since I haven't landed in my grave yet, so I think I'm okay.

I slowly exhaled a deep breath I didn't even know I was holding, mustering up the courage to explain the situation to the man looking at me with so much care in his eyes. "M- my mother is leaving me alone for 6 months, like I don't already find it hard for her to be gone 2 weeks in a row. She made it sound like it was no big deal, like... she couldn't be more bothered over the phone, because she got promoted and her life is a roller coaster only going up. Meanwhile I'm stuck with my aunt and uncle spending my brother's birthday all on my own for the first time ever and I don't think I can do this-" 

My voice cracked at the end of my ramble as new tears found their way down my already stained face. A sob escaped my throat as his arms circled around my waist, embracing me with his body heat. He whispered soothing words in my ear, trying to calm me down as I cried on his shoulder.

"Shhh, I'm here. You're going to be okay. I'm here" He cooed as I finally stopped sobbing, his hand caressing my back. In that moment I knew this boy holding me was going to be the death of me. I pulled back a little trying to look into his eyes, not wanting to break from the warmth he gave off.

Sadly he let go of my waist, putting a stray hair behind my ear that must have escaped from my ponytail. A comforting smile rested on his lips as his eyes searched through mine, trying to tell me that he was in fact there for me. "I think you need a new shirt since this one is full of my snot." I cringed as I looked at the spot on his shoulder.

He chuckled, making me smile as I loved the sound of his laugh. "It's okay, at least now I have a piece of you to hold onto even though it's your snot gracing my favorite shirt." he said as a smirk played on his lips while looking at the wet spot where I cried. I laughed at that, playfully punching him in the stomach. Oooh those rock hard abs...

"Feeling me up now I see. Come on Hazel, if you wanted to touch me you should've just said so." He stated making me roll my eyes as he smirked rubbing the spot where I punched him again... a little bit harder this time.

Smiling we walked towards my home, knowing I was going to be okay... well at least while I had this bad boy strolling by my side.

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