"Actually, forget that I asked. You're coming with me." Ian looked at me confused, "Don't take this the wrong way, but from what I saw last night, I don't trust you staying here by yourself."
He nodded, "okay. Do you think I can wear something else then?" He asked.
I looked him over, "Yeah, probably a good idea." I told him. I turned around and started walking towards the stairs, then I realized he wasn't following. "You coming?" I asked over my shoulder with a chuckle. He quickly walked towards me. We both walked up the stairs and into my room. "You can sit on my bed if you want." I informed him. He happily sat down. I left him and went to my closet. I looked through my clothes and found a couple that would look good on him. I made my decision with jeans and a sweater. I grabbed clean boxers for him too. I walked out of the closet with the clothes and stopped when I saw Ian. He was sleeping in my bed. I slowly walked over to him. Should I wake him up or no? He looked cute, if I was being honest. I liked how calm his face looked. After I realized I was watching him, I found a pair of bright blue eyes looking at me.
He flinched, "What are you doing?" He sounded mad.
What was I doing? Why did I decide to just watch him sleep? I felt my face turn red, "Well I was grabbing you clothes, then when I came out I saw you sleeping on the bed. Part of me didn't want to wake you up so I was going to watch you sleep, but you woke up before I could." I was embarrassed and looked at the ground, "Sorry. Here's some clothes that might fit you." I handed him the clothes and he smiled at me. Ian grabbed the clothes and walked to the bathroom across from my room. I sighed and felt my phone vibrate, I looked at it.
David: Dude WTF?!?
Me: What?
David: Are you serious? You stood Sam up!
Me: Crap! Sorry! Something came up on my way to dinner and I got sidetracked
David: What do you mean?
Me: I'll tell you later
David: Fine
I put my phone back into my back pocket and went into the hallway. I can't believe I forgot about my date. David is so pissed at me. I heard the door open and looked at Ian. A smile crept on to my face. "Ready?" I asked and he just simply nodded.
We walk down the stairs and then walked out the front door, into the driveway. I unlocked my car and we got in. We both buckled up and I pulled out of the driveway, "You have a nice house." He said.
"Thanks." I laughed. I started thinking why he wanted to commit suicide last night. I don't really know much about Ian. "Can I ask you some questions?"
I heard him sigh, "Well you did bring me into your home not even knowing me, so yeah."
"You don't have to answer all of them if you don't want to," I looked at him and he nodded, "how old are you?"
"16, how about you?" He asked me, awe so young.
"I'm 28." I answered honestly, "You were going to jump off that bridge weren't you."
"Yes." he said.
"Why?" I asked probably a little too quickly
"To get away from the pain."
"Who was causing you pain?" I asked him a little worried.
"Someone." I heard his voice crack.
I took a deep breath, "What'd they do?"
I looked over at him and my heart almost broke. Ian had his eyes closed and was crying. He was pulling at his hair. I could tell he was having an anxiety attack.
I quickly pulled over, "I'm so sorry! You should've told me to stop." I told him. I had an idea and got out of the car. I went over to the passenger side and opened the door, "You're safe." I said trying to comfort Ian. I unbuckled his seat belt. "Can you turn towards me?" I asked him, it took him a couple seconds, but he eventually turned towards me. "Now look at me." I told him, he kept his hands in his hair and he opened his eyes, tears were streaming down his face. "Do this with me." I said to him, "1," I counted as I raised my hand to show that I was breathing in. "2," I slowly lowered my hand as I breathed out. Ian seemed to follow along. I stopped counting when I got to 10, he looked calm again and his hands were by his sides now. "Do you feel better?"
Ian nodded, "Yes, thank you."
"No problem." I told him. I backed away from him and walked back to the drivers side. Ian already had the door shut and was buckling his seatbelt as I did mine. I started the car up again and continued driving. It was silent the rest of the way, a comfortable type of silence.Is it okay doing this with one chapter Ian's pov then the next chapter the same chapter in Justin's pov? This is my first story, so I don't know what other people think.

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Taking It Slow (possibly discontinued)
RomanceIan is 16 years old and is gay. He came out of the closet when he was 10 and lets just say his parents didn't take it too well. Justin is a 28 year old actor. He lives in a very nice house and is one of the nicest guys you will ever meet, but wh...