Maybe It Was Fate

Chapter Twenty-Four

During the middle of the night, a weight sits on my face. My eyes open and something furry is sitting on my forehead. My breath catches in my throat as I lift my hand to touch it. A soft purring noise comes from it and I realise it's a cat. But I don't remember Chris telling me he has a cat.

I pat around the to feel where Chris is. My hand lands on his chest. I give him a little shake, hoping he'll wake up.

"Chris," I whisper with a shake. Nothing. "Chris," I say again, a little louder this time. He mutters something and puts his hand over my face.

My eyebrows crease together and I take his hand off. I give his shin a little nudge with my foot until he wakes up.

"What?" He mumbles, his voice filled with annoyance.

"Do you have a cat?" I whisper.

"Mhm," He mumbles. "Why?"

"It's sitting on my face."

I hear him laugh a little before sitting up. The cat is lifted off my face and Chris places him at the end of the bed.

"Anything else? Or can I go back to bed?"

"I mean, I am a little cold" I say, jokingly.

He grabs my arms and pulls me against him, the warmth of his body soaking into mine.

"Better?" he whispers, a slight cockiness in his voice.

"Much better," I confirm, tangling my legs with his.

I place my hand on his chest, right over his heart, which is beating just as fast as mine. Good to know I'm not the only one.

I don't want to go to sleep now, reality right now is finally better than dreaming.

However, I can't stay away all night but I can try. I fall asleep for the third time tonight, the only thing on my mind, is the boy whose arms I'm currently cuddled in.

***

I wake up to Chris' face right in front of mine. His eyes are still shut, relaxation present on his face. The clock on the desk reads just after ten in the morning. I guess it's probably time to get up.

I let my fingers trace little circles over Chris' back, hoping that it'll wake him. His eyes flutter a little, his face scrunching up at the light streaming through the curtains.

"I wanna sleep." He groans, shifting to block the sun from his eyes.

"It's ten o'clock. Time to get up." I mumble, my fingers still trailing along his spine.

His arms around me tighten, pulling me closer to him. He snuggles his face into the crook of my neck. I chuckle lightly, lifting my hand to rest it on his head. I twirl little tufts of his hair through my fingers, enjoying how soft it feels.

"You can't lay here forever," I whisper into his ear.

"I want to." He whispers back.

I open my mouth to reply but the door cracks open. Jakob's head pops in and my eyes nearly bug out of my head. He puts a finger to his mouth, signalling for me to shut up.

He does a little happy dance behind Chris, who is oblivious to the fact the Jakob is doing a victory dance behind him.

Jakob whips his phone out, to which I shake my head, mouthing at him to put it away. He starts recording and just as I'm about to tell Chris that Jakob is here, Chris speaks.

"Allie," he says.

"Yeah?" I reply, my eyes never leaving Jakob.

"I really like you," he admits.