"My Feelings for You" - An Avicii (aka Tim Bergling) FanFiction

Chapter 12

I forgot to tell you guys last time (although you probably already know), but if you want to see what Tim’s apartment looks like in real life, then look on his official instagram page!

Jay’s Point of View

The meatballs tasted glorious – Tim’s recipe really was fantastic. I noted to myself that I should ask him for the recipe before I leave.

It gradually occurred to me that Tim had seemed reluctant earlier, almost shy. He was a little socially awkward anyway, but this was different.

“Tim, are you alright?”

“Ehrm… What do you mean?” He said with only the slightest hint of shakiness in his voice.

“Well, you seem kind of nervous, on edge, that’s all”

“Really? As I said, it’s just that I really can’t stand seeing blood”

“No, Tim, that’s not what I meant” I felt like he was trying to avoid my questions, which only made me all the more suspicious.

“I guess it’s just that you’re here again all of a sudden…” he smiled coyly

We had finished eating, so I extended my hand out across the table like I had done when we’d been in the hotel restaurant back in London. We smiled at each other, and I gazed into his beautiful blue-grey eyes. He seemed to relax a little, perhaps at the memory, although it was questionable whether he’d told me the whole truth to the explanation for his odd behaviour. Maybe he really was just shy.

We cleared up the table and loaded the dishwasher and afterwards Tim managed to persuade me to watch Arrested Development with him. It wasn’t as if I didn’t know already it was his favourite TV show in the world – but I hadn’t expected him to tell me that this was at least the 5th time he had seen the first episode of the first series. Snuggled up close in his arms on the sofa and tucked under a blanket, I felt warm and comfortable.

“It’ll be a long day tomorrow, we’re going to see my family and my mum said she wanted us to go on a group walk in the snow afterwards” Tim said as he got up from the sofa and stretched.

Holding hands, we wandered into the hallway, Tim picking up my suitcase along the way.

Tim had a shower whilst I got changed into my “tatty teddy” pyjamas. I took a look through the contents of my suitcase to locate my washbag. I found it, but when I opened it, I soon realised that my toothbrush was missing.

Just a moment later, the bathroom door opened and Tim stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist and wet hair. To say that he looked hot at that moment in time would have been an understatement. He had a glorious flat stomach with just the faintest trail of hair leading down from his belly button. It took all my willpower not to just sit there staring at him. I had the feeling that that would just suddenly make things incredibly awkward.

“Can I borrow a toothbrush? I just realised I forgot to pack it thismorning...” I said, trying to ignore the distraction that Tim was posing through the fact that he was half naked.

“Sure” He said casually, opening his enormous wardrobe, presumably to find a suitable item of clothing to put on. To my astonishment, the entire rail of the wardrobe was really full of checked shirts. But then again, you would need a lot of clothes if you were going on a 6-week tour, during which you probably couldn’t do any washing.

He took out what appeared to be a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and wandered back into the bathroom.

“I found a spare toothbrush” he called as he came back into his bedroom.

I went to go and brush my teeth.

Not long after, I had finished and I joined Tim, who was already in bed.

I lifted the corner of his brown cotton duvet and slipped underneath as elegantly as I could. I could feel the warmth of his body as I shifted over towards him. He turned over onto his side to face me and placed his arm around me. I snuggled closer to him, breathing in the delightful scent of his shower gel.

It occurred to me that I still hadn’t really found out what had been bothering him earlier. I decided to approach the subject carefully: “Tim, were you okay earlier? You know you can tell me if I’ve done anything wrong, right?”

“It’s not you, it’s just that…” he trailed off

“Just know that you can tell me, alright?”

He awkwardly breathed out, blushing. I had to admit, it was slightly awkward having this conversation at this level of physical intimacy as we were snuggled up in bed.

“Look, it’s just that you seem so confident and stuff, like, you seemed to know what you were doing, and… well I guess it scared me a bit, if I’m honest”

“I scared you?” I hugged him closer and he nodded. I was beginning to understand, maybe he was just really inexperienced or something? It seemed hard to believe, he was, after all 23 years old.

“It’s okay” I whispered into his ear.

“Can I tell you something that not many people know?” he stuttered

“Of course”

“You’re my second girlfriend ever”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, and I love you, you know”

“I love you too” I whispered straight into his ear, smiling to myself despite my tiredness.

Tim slowly reached over to his bedside table to turn the light off.

He was soon asleep, I could tell by his breathing.

I lay awake with my head resting on his chest for a long time that night. Our conversation really showed that sometimes age was just a number. I knew that we had a really close relationship despite our age gap, but I really hadn’t expected to suddenly be put in a position where I was more experienced than Tim. It just felt odd in a way.

I was also wondering how Tim’s family would react to me tomorrow. Would they like me? Had Tim told them about me? I knew that his mum was an actress, I had come across her online when I had been looking up Tim. I suddenly felt very nervous about the whole day ahead.

Eventually, I gave up on trying to get to sleep, having glanced at the red flashing digits on the alarm clock on Tim’s side of the bed. It was 00:20. I sat up in one swift motion, and stalked over to the window in the diagonal wall next to the bathroom door. Outside I could see little twinkling city lights all over Stockholm. It slowly but surely started to snow, and I saw little specks of white fluff settle at the bottom of the diagonal window. I smiled at the sight. I reached over into my suitcase and fetched my iPod. I started playing BT – Skylarking quite loudly. It was the most beautiful piece of trance music in the world, and it described a beautiful view like this one almost perfectly.

I let the music take over my feelings, and it was louder than my thoughts. Gradually I started relaxing, hypnotised by the snow and the lights outside.

By the time I got back into Tim’s bed, the alarm clock showed 00:31. I peacefully drifted off to sleep, my anxious thoughts about the next day silenced at last.

Something really cute is going to happen in the next chapter, I promise! ;)

If you haven’t noticed already, I’m no longer naming the chapters because I basically can’t come up with good names for them! If you really want them back, make a comment and then I’ll put names back in again