Hostage

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Wills POV

I sighed.

Watching her sleep was a habit I had developed over the years. My heart felt heavy. The words she said to me this night happened to be the longest normal conversation we had had in years. I drew in a deep breath and then exhaled. I watched her turn so she was facing me and she mumbled some inaudible words in her sleep. I smiled sheepishly and then shook my head.

I lived for these quiet moments.

These quiet moments when I could just watch from afar.

Just like I had done in the coffee shop fourteen year ago. It had taken months before I finally got the courage to walk up to the counter and order my first cup of coffee.

God knew just how nervous I was.

And that day when she finally said 'Can I recommend something else',I almost jumped out of my skin. I was nineteen and she was just sixteen but right at that moment, I realized that she had me. Why else would I be sitting in a coffee shop paying a ridiculously high amount of money for a cup of coffee which I happened to have high abhorrence for?

When she had dropped the cup of cappuccino in front of me,I had thought about what she had gone through to make it......to make it just for me. And so I drank from it. I didn't care that it smelled like dirt to me. I didn't mind drinking it if she made it. Most people would have labeled it infatuation or obsession, or stupidity..... But I thought it was love.

I knew it was love.

When I introduced myself as Liam Olsen, she hadn't freaked out the fact that at the fact that I was an Olsen. She had simply creased her eyebrows and then said "Isn't that William?"

I had nodded even though I hated the name. I let her call me Will even though I had always thought of it as a grandpa's name......probably because I was named after my late grandfather. Once she had looked up at me and asked "Will Will willingly wield my shield?"

I had laughed at her bad joke even though I hated it when my mother usually said the words will and Will in the same sentence.

When I heard about her fathers condition, I wanted to help.....so bad. But knowing the kind of person she was, I knew she would never accept such a huge amount of money from me. So I paid an equally large amount of money to a well known lawyer to make her believe that my late father actually left a condition for my inheritance. It was easier to convince her to think of it as a part time job after that. The girl could design and taking over an animation studio, I realized some inspiration wouldn't actually be a bad idea.

But it would take more than a magical fairy god mother to get us back to those times....... because she saw me differently now. She probably hated me. One day,she'd suddenly shut me out without a reason,without an explanation. I'd give anything to have things go back to how they were but then, she had made it pretty clear she was done trying.

I just wished she knew...

I wished that someday, we'd be able to go back to those moments when we were comfortable around each other at the very least.

I sighed and then pushed some loose strands of hair away from her face.

She was beautiful.

I don't think she knew just how beautiful she was...... How beautiful I thought she was..... How much I adored her.... How much I wanted to show her.

But I guessed she'd never find out. Because we had just three months left. Three months till we'd have to go our sperate ways. Three months till our marriage contract would expire.

She'd never find out just how much I actually cared for her, how long I waited for her.... How badly I wanted her to look at me.

I sighed and then pulled her close. I placed a light kiss on her forehead and then drew in a deep breath, taking in the scent of banana shampoo that lingered on her hair. I sighed and then tugged the blanket further up when I felt her shiver. I reached for the remote and then turned the air conditioner down. I let out a sigh of relief when I felt her relax.

I lived for these moments.

These moments when I got to look after her..... These moments when I got to care for her..... To care about the little things.

But she'd never know.

She'd never know that I spent my nights watching her.

She'd never know that behind the facade I wore each day, deep down I was scared.

Scared that when the time came three months from now, she'd choose to leave. Scared that she'd want to go and I'd have no reason to hold her back. Scared that one day, I would open my eyes and realize that she was gone.

Not gone to work, not gone to her mothers place, not gone over to Keen's place, but gone for good.

She'd never come back and I'd never forget. I'd remember her every single day, I'd see her everywhere......I would go crazy.

I drew in a deep breath and then pulled her even closer. She was here now..... And that was all that mattered.