Promise.

Chapter 7 | New Music

~ Annabelle's P.O.V ~

I woke up to the sun pouring in through the window on the other side of my room. My eyes opened, then snapped shut.

I rolled over to the other side, hauling myself up from my laying position and rubbed my eyes sleepily. I stretched and yawned, the reached over and grabbed my phone from the bedside table.

No New Notifications.

None whatsoever. None about Ethan or the plane.

I sighed frustrated.

Where the hell are you Ethan?

I liften the covers off, getting out of bed and walking out of my room and into the living room.

The blankets from last night were neatly folded on the cushions and a little note was laying on them.

Anna -
Had an early shift at the restaurant. Sorry I couldn't be there when you woke up :( Fresh coffee is in the pot, love you <3
P.S. - don't give up hope, he's gonna show up
~ Emily

I smile slightly. God, I love my best friend.

I walked over to the side table next to the couch and plugged my phone into the speakers. Going into Spotify, I pressed shuffle on my songs.

Somebody Else by The 1975 floods through them and a smile spreads across my face.

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"C'mon, just listen to this, please? For me?" Ethan pouted, looking up at me from his place on my lap.

We were in the park, on a blanket right underneath a tree. My back was propped up on the trunk of the tree and my legs were stretched out in front of me. Ethan's head was in my lap, my hands in his hair.

"Ethan you know I don't like your taste in music, it sucks." I said, refusing to look at his adorable little face.

"But...please?....I'll give you kisses." He said, still pouting.

I tensed a little bit. I'm still not sure where we stand in our relationship, but I know I wanted more than this best friends shit. I want him, through everything, I just want him and everything that comes with it.

I looked at him, into his sparkling blue-green eyes, and I cracked.

"Fine." I sighed, smiling slightly, knowing he knew I couldn't resist his cute face.

He smiled and handed me one of his headphones. I untangled one of my hands from his hair and put it in as he pressed play. A knew song that I've never heard him play before flooded my ears.

"So I heard you found somebody else
And at first I thought it was a lie
I took all my things that make sounds
The rest I can do without"

I bobbed my head softly to the slow beat and smiled, closing my eyes. He slowly grabbed my hand that was laying beside me and intertwined our fingers. I opened my eyes and looked down at him.

"Do you like it?" He whispered.

I nodded softly, slowly getting lost in his eyes.

He lightly tugged my arm down and lifted his body up, flicking his eyes between mine and my lips. I took a chance and met him half way, our lips connecting.

Our lips moved together perfectly, neither of us rushing into it, just enjoying the feeling of each other.

After a few minutes, we both pulled away, ever so slowly, our noses still touching. My eyes fluttered open softly, finding his. We were both out of breath, and just by seeing Ethan's red, swollen lips, I knew mine probably looked the same.

"Did you like that?" He whispered huskily, smirking ever so slightly.

I nodded again.

"I'll make a deal with you." I said back to him.

"Hm..." He whispered back, slowly tracing his thumb across the back of my hand and his eyes flickering over my face.

"I'll listen to more of your songs, if you do that more often..." I trailed off softly.

He met my eyes again.

"Ok..." He whispered, smiling.

I smiled back and he connected our lips again.

"I'm looking through you while you're looking through your phone
And then leaving with somebody else
No, I don't want your body
But I'm picturing your body with somebody else"

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I but my lip smiling, and traced my lips with my finger. I remember that day so vividly.

I walk back into my bedroom and proceed to make the bed.

After the bed was made, I walked, once again, back into the living room and grabbed the blankets from the couch and putting them back in the closet they came from.

As I was putting them on their shelves, the doorbell rang and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I wasn't expecting anyone. Emily was at work, and I don't get out enough to know anymore people.

I lightly jogged to the speakers and turned the music down before going to the door.

I grabbed the handle and twisted it, pulling the door open.