I Don't Trust You... (JR) BOOK 1

Prologue

Hiroki POV:

Nowaki is late again.

I take a glance at the clock on the wall.

9:30pm. Two hours late. I close my eyes and breath out a heavy sigh. He's been working late for the past couple of weeks because his working schedule changed. I know it's his job, but I can't help worrying about him.

Not that I would admit that out loud.

I let out a low growl and cross my arms, irritated on how worried I am. Hmmm....

I walk over to the huge window in our living room and look out at the night sky, thick snowflakes falling onto the ground and sticking to the pavement.

How long has it been since we've been together? A year?

I put my arm against the glass and lean my forehead on it, still looking out. It's funny, when I first met him, I didn't think I'd fall this much in love with him.

I take another glance at the clock, my mind filling with worry. He's really late today.

I look out into the street, watching all the cars go by. Is he hurt? What if something happened to him? I pull out my phone from my back pocket. I type in Nowaki's number, but before I can press the 'call' button, I stop.

What am I doing?

   I shake my head, closing my phone. I'm being ridiculous. He'll be fine.

I put my phone away and move away from the window, walking over to the couch and sitting down. I'm overthinking it, he'll be home soon.

I grab the book I was reading off the table and open it. Might as well read some more while I'm alone. It'll help me take my mind off of Nowaki, until he gets here.

      Nowaki's POV:

           "Good work today, everyone! See you Monday!" I yell as I walk out of the hospital.

    I hear a lot of 'okays' and 'see you later's' as the door slides close behind me. I sigh and take a look at the clock on my phone.

     9:00pm. I'm an hour and thirty minutes late. Hiro-san must be worried about me. Ah! I should call him.

    I open my contacts and scroll, looking for Hiro-san's number.

   "Where is it.......there it is!" I smile down at his name.

    As I go to press the 'call' button, the low battery notification pops up. Which means I can't make a call. I sigh, putting my phone away.

   
     I have to hurry home as quickly as I can. I hoist my bag over my shoulder and pull my scarf tighter, walking out into the snow covered streets.

    "If I walk at a fast pace, I'll be home in less than twenty minutes..." I mumble. My gloved hands tightens on the handle of my bag as I start to walk faster through the snow.