Halfway In Love (#Wattys2016)

43 - Am I Hazel Grace?

<Update : 16/06/17>

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Chapter 43 - Am I Hazel Grace?

Stephanie

Dead silence. 

It was silenter than the most silent room in the world I saw on Vsauce. The only sound that could be heard was my heart drumming in my chest. Which then moved upwards to my throat, threatening to jump out and leave me a bloody mess on this bed.

That doesn't seem like a bad idea though.

Shut up.

If I did die, there would be two reasons for it:

One, having Dave so close, his arms brushing against mine, his warmth radiating through me and his eyes staring at me like that, which I could feel even with my eyes closed.

Two: I said it. What I had never said before.

"Stephie.." He whispered, making me open my eyes. I found his eyes brimmed with questions, all wanting to spill out. What did I mean? Where would I go? What does leave mean? Am I dying? Am I Hazel Grace? What. Is. It?

Only one came.

"Care to elaborate?" He smiled, all confusion gone, replacing it with something far more warm and scary. Despite my fear of why he was looking at me like that, like I was the only girl in his universe and why all of a sudden I was becoming so perceptive, I smiled at him, hoping he would leave it at that.

And he did.

He was too good to be true.

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"Coffee, Mademoiselle?" A smooth, husky voice rang out. Smiling to myself, I opened my eyes and sat up, stretching my arms, before confusion flooded my face.

The bed was too large, the window wasn't in the right direction and the study table wasn't in its right place. I wasn't home.

A deep chuckle to my right made me jump. Dave was standing at the door frame, leaning against it and looking just so sexy in his morning-out-of-the-bed look.

"Morning." He smiled. I blushed, looking at the clock.

"Afternoon." I corrected him. I didn't remember when I had fallen asleep because for all I could recall of last night was us talking about everything and nothing. And if I just strained my brain, I think in the sleepy haze I may have also mentioned my utmost dream of travelling to every nook and corner of the world. It can be my imagination though because that particular thing resides deep in my heart and I'm always far too careful to let it slip to anyone.

Dave isn't just anyone, now is he?

I looked at him as he continued to stand there, looking at me, smiling, his eyes glinting as the sun rays hit them and I thought : No, he is definitely not just anyone.

He moved to keep the coffee on the bedside table. "Greg called, everyone's gathering up at the park. Why don't you freshen yourself up? I'll wait downstairs.