In Your Dreams (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 31

"Hayden?" I mumble as I wake up to a knock on my door. The last thing I remember was Hayden screaming at Bellatrix to stuff her wand up her- well you know what. I must have fallen asleep during our marathon.

"I'm coming, stop banging." I wrap my fluffy blanket around me and dodder tiredly to the door. I look at the clock on the wall, it's two am. Who the hell wants to wake me up at this time of day.

I hear a thump and a groan,"Meeeggaaaaann, can't you let your Joey in?"

It's joe! He must be drunk, I can hear him slurring. I know something's wrong, very wrong. Why would he come to me? I open the door and completely wasted Joe Founders stumbles in. His beautiful eyes, bloodshot. The normally perfect hair now ruffled like he just got out of bed. His gleaming white teeth, masked with the foul smell of beer and god knows what else.

I sigh and close the door and lead a tottering Joe to my still-warm couch. I hand a cup of water and he
downs it like his throat is as dry as an Arabian desert. him a His bright eyes searching for something on my face as I sit opposite of him, my legs crossed and a blanket is shared between us. He cocks his head at me and lets a small, genuine smile appear on his face.

"Hey," I whisper in the faded light from the passage light, no words have been spoken yet.

"Thanks,"he bite ships lip and looks down at the empty cup in his hands. I see him start to sober up.

"Anytime Joe."

"You were the only person I could think of. Who could understand. You could-," He clenches his fist, struggling to find the words. My heart softens, I hug him. We don't let go until he starts shaking.

"They say he isn't going to wake up a Megan. We are going to loose him, me and Mya," Joe is crying now, I lay my head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. A sense of security, for both me and him. He strokes my hair and I ask him to tell me the best thing about his dad and we talk, we talk about everything. About him, about Mya, about my Dad.

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The sun is slowly rising, rays of pink and gold stretching up across the mountains. I've been staring at them for a while now. Joe fell asleep a while ago, we are in the same position as when I first moved to him. My head on his chest, my arm sort de his waist and him holding my close to him with both of his arms.

Colours are a magnificent thing. Earning in the morning, even before the sun has awoken, everything is grey. Like a pencil sketch. Like ash. Colour embraces you. It wakes you up and keeps you present. With colour you can find light in he darkest places, feelings, words, experience, being able to express yourself with a sense of feeling is the most wonderful feeling. That's how Joe makes me feel. Like the sun has arisen on a grey morning. The colour seeping through with every day.

Stirs, causing the best in my belly to start poking me again. I look at him, the most beautiful moment happens when he opens his eyes to look straight at me and he smiles. I feel his heartbeat beat quicker underneath his skin. I run my hand over his torso to his face and trace his jaw up to his ears then around his eyes, down his nose to smiling lips. My finger lingering, I look up to his eyes, his pupils dilate.I take a breath, and sit up. I cover my face in my hands.

"Joe, I'm sorry. You need to go," I curl away from him as he gets up, a confused look on his face," There is Aspirin on the counter and a water bottle. I am sorry, you just- you need to leave."

"Ok.. Bye I guess?" He Is hurt, i can tell by his voice. His face hardens as he goes to the door,"Thanks for last night. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

He closes the door and I break down. I sob. I cry for the whole day. My mom comes back with Max around lunch and finds me on the couch with tissues surrounding me. She helps me up the stairs to my room and brings me tea and a blanket.

She hugs me,"Oh honey, we all have bad days." She Cloete my door and I cry again, she doesn't know, she doesn't understand. No one does. I curl under the covers and fall asleep.

No one knows that I love Joe Founders.

A/N

OMFG TELL ME U DID NOT EXPECT THAT. Wait you properly did, I'm so unreliable and predictable.
I HAD A BLAST OF INSPIRATION WHILE LISTENING TO ED SHEERANS NEW ALBUM.
JUST. LISTEN. TO. IT. PLS.

I have school tomorrow and it's 11:00 so I need to sleep... unless I write more?

Ok so you know when you read a rlly good book that you ship so hard you cry? Well I hope my book is lie that to somebody but writing this chapter I like nearly cried I has so sad and happy. Idk why I wa sad.
I need to sleep now.

Love you guys so much like u don't even know.
Love Izzy xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx