(Editing) On a date with Ian Somerhalder

34. Moving in, on and out

Lisa's POV

It's been almost 2 days since I've last seen ian, since I've kissed him... held him.
I missed the old Ian that would constantly kiss me when I was this upset. I just wished his hands were around me.

I stood up, walking into the bathroom in my room for a quick shower.

I can't take not seeing him.
Ian's has still been in the hospital but the doctor suggested I stay away from him, to not confuse him. But I can't. I can't stay away from the man I love.

After a brief shower, I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a maroon lace shirt, which I wore a black tank under neath.
After apply a little bit of foundation under my eyes and just a line of eyeliner, I stepped out of my room.
The smell of eggs and bacon hit my nose, making me smile.

"Emily?" I asked.

"Lizzy, in the kitchen." she yelled back.

I walked into the kitchen to find her humming in only her short pjs and cooking.

"Emily, is something wrong?" I questioned.

She would never be this happy... not that I didn't want her to.

"No, why?" she asked as she placed the plate of food before me.

"It's just... you would never make me breakfast willingly. plus you hate humming." I smiled.

"Damn... you know me to well."

"Well? spill it!" I smiled taking a bit from my toast.

"I'm moving out."

"What?!" I yelled. "No!"

"Yes... today actually. I'm going to be living with my boyfriend." she smiled happily.

"But.... wait, you mean Liam?"

"Yea, Liam is my boyfriend."

I sighed.
She would be leaving me.
But Liam was perfect for her. He was safe and loving. They loved each other the way I loved Ian.

"Fine..." I frowned. "I'll miss you like crazy."

"I know you will. But it's not like I'm moving to a different state, I'll just be upstairs."

She was right.
That was how Liam and Emily actually met.
They rode the elevator and as they both say 'we just clicked'.
It's sappy but I'm happy for them.

"Alright. But call me when you officially move out. I won't be able to help you move, but I'm sure your hunk wouldn't mind." I winked. "I'm going now."

"Where?" she asked.

And when I didn't answer, she just shot be a suspicious look.

"I'm going to... the ... the grocery." I lied.

"No you're not. You're going to Ian. I heard he is being discharged today."

She knew me too well.

"Yes I'm going."

"Fine. go. Go to the man you love." she sighed in a British voice.

I giggled as I made my way out of the apartment.

*****

I arrived at the hospital 5 minutes ago, and have been staring at Ian watching television.
I couldn't bring myself to enter the room. I mean, he doesn't know who I am.

Maybe I should leave.

As I turned around, I heard the faintest sound of my name being called.