The Unexplainable Bond

Chapter4

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-NCT 

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“Girly you better tell us about your date, like right now” I heard Ria shouting from upstairs. Yeah they were definitely not waiting on me, note the sarcasm. “So no hello oh I see how it is” I shouted back whilst taking off my shoes. I mean I don’t know how some of these girls wear high heels every day, because my feet are killing like damn.

Taking this dress off felt like being in heaven and sipping on cool mango juice on a summer day. Like yes! I feel so relieved; this dress was so tight I’m sure if I wore it any longer my blood circulation would have been stopped. “What do you girlies want to know about then” I said trying to put on my favourite baggy jumper. Oh I forgot to mention about my love for men clothes didn’t I? Yes of course I did. Let me just say men clothes are made by the Gods and baggy hoodies are made by their wives because that’s the only way I can explain such comfort I get from these clothes.

 “Did he kiss you?” 

“Oh my days I bet he’s got some soft lips doesn’t he”

 “Oh my days I bet white boy got some skilful lips do you think their skilful in bed as well” my girls fired questions at me all at once, I mean standing here looking at them and hearing their question just made me think what type nympho these girls were like really, it’s not like I was all over him It was the first day and we all know we don’t give up the goods on the first date, if you didn’t know well I’m telling you now don’t give it up on the first day, I like leaving stuff to the imagination I mean no one likes to be an open book.

Oh and it wasn’t a date so don’t be getting happy thinking it was a date between me and the idiot, although he was a complete gentlemen and handsome as one can be. I’m sure somebody is calling God reporting a missing angel! Alright that was cheesy I’m sure even a lactose intolerant person just got sick of such because of the cheesiness. But yeah it was just a meeting based on Althea getting her grades. Yeah that’s what it was a meeting between me and an idiot who would allow Althea to get her report.  “Noémie stop zoning out thinking of his lips and tell us the juicy details” I heard Ria saying; yeah this girl clearly is a hopeless romantic I said to myself before bursting all their bubble about me and Isaac meeting. “First of all you can stop saying about kissing because I didn’t kiss him and…” 

“and why not I mean his lips look nice and he’s sexy, I would have him for breakfast, lunch, dinner, tea time and even for a snack” Althea said cutting me off, yeah I think I forgot to also mention she tends to cut me off mid-sentence a lot. “ well nice to know but as you can see the food at the restaurant did its job perfectly by filling me up so I didn’t need to be having him for dinner sorry” I said trying to get into bed since I knew I wasn’t going to go back to my room tonight. Thanks to the meeting with the idiot.

After 5 minutes of silence they both decided to let the juicy details slide and just know what happened on the ‘date’ as they both referred it to. Sitting up I thought I would be nice and tell them since they were bugging me and I knew the only way to get them off my back would be by telling them. “ We went to the fun fair since it wasn’t that late, he done a few autograph signing when some of his fans or whatever they call themselves asked, it wasn’t really anything special to be honest, it was fun but that’s about it” I finished my summary of my night out, I wasn’t going to tell them what really happened, like me wanting to kiss him but I think that was just because at times he reminded me of him, like the way he laughs so carefree, the fact that he loves art and is really open minded. It just had me thinking, maybe he can be my rebound guy since he was kind of like him but deep down I knew he could never be him. Not even if I gave him a chance.

After 2 hours of just avoiding questions about this ‘date’ and staying up late watching I’m in love with a church girl (A/N: I love this movie like it’s amazeballs) me and the girls finally fell asleep. The girls were asleep but for some reason I couldn’t sleep.  He was on my mind and all I could think of was us before everything happened, and our bed time snuggles. “Bed time snuggles” I repeated my thoughts aloud. Our bedtime snuggles was a very important ritual between us. I remembered we didn’t go to sleep unless we tuck one another in and said goodnight. My hand would be on his chest and I would feel his every heart beat which would slowly make me enter my slumber and sleep. Sometimes we snuggled and held one another longer, and other times we just went straight to bed with just a goodnight. We would touch one another, he would hold me tight and would rub my back, caress my hair since I always forgot to tie it up at night time. Every night he would remind me about the reasons why he loved me and always told me I was his and no one else’s. Thinking about all this made me miss him more. My heart was honestly aching. Maybe it was my fault, what if I had done something different that night then maybe he would have be here.  Just like now, every night with a night kiss and we would fall asleep, but he wasn’t here. He rescued me back then. Reminding me of the love that I once prayed would never end. But it did I said to myself with eyes filled with tears. He left me, even after those promises of being there for me he left.  Like everyone always does. After hours of forcing myself to sleep and failing miserably as you can tell I allowed myself to think of him, every memory, every smile every single one of them I allowed it to consume my thoughts, my soul and my body. A tear slowly trickled down my cheek. I miss you.

His fingertips would move slowly, memorizing each line and curve of my features like he always does whenever we were on the sofa just sitting in quite. It was our thing whenever I was angered by my parents, it was weird at first but I found it calming whenever something was bothering me. The soft movement he made always stills me; he never was one to let me talk about my troubles whenever I was angry, for he just wanted to calm me down. So he would be beside me being a silent spectator.

Going round his house was a form of escape from my messed up reality, his gesture always allowed my mind to be still, he always said to not let the worries of the world or life invade dreamland. All these memories made me realise that it was then that I was most vulnerable, the most innocent. And it is then that he looked out for me the most. Tender skin, soft caresses…he was my Protector and I was his treasure. He would keep me safe, keep me warm, and not allow anyone or anything to hurt me as long as he was alive. Yet here you are alone hurt, where is he now hey.