I took my time putting on the clothes Callum gave me.
I twiddled my fingers in the fabric, I felt the material, I even smelt the shirt! OK, maybe that is a bit stalker-ish but... oh well. When I had finally got dressed, I crept into the large bed and pulled the blue covers over me, content with the comforting warmth. I immediately closed my eyes and smiled, trying to think happy thoughts. Usually, I wouldn't be able to sleep right after having a shower, but I could already feel myself sinking into dreamland...
*Aaliyah's Dream*
I walked alone. I mean, literally alone. The whole street was deserted, old billboard print drifting in the air and scraping against the pavement. The whole place was Sepia coloured, even I was Sepia coloured. The street didn't seem to have an end, but I was obliged to continue walking. The only thing in the distance that I could see was black. But I had to keep walking to that destination. The wind slapped me from all directions, leaving my hair in a crazy mess. Usually, my hands would have sprung up to sort it out, but they didn't leave my sides. What was I doing here? All of a sudden, I heard a crack behind me. My body longed to turn around, to see what- who was there. But my body didn't let me. I felt my eyes sting with tears, but they never did drop. What was happening? The cracking sound became louder and more frequent, but I kept on walking at my slow pace. The cracking sounds soon turned into footsteps and my heart was thudding with anticipation. I wanted to run so badly, but my body wasn't up to the task. RUN LEAH! RUN! I thought in my head, but my body didn't react. My subconscious mind drifted off to a Biology lesson I had two years ago, where my teacher talked about nerves and neurones. Maybe my nerves were tired. Maybe my nerves were on holiday, they could be on maternity leave.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?! CONCENTRATE ON WHO'S BEHIND YOU, NOT PREGNANT NERVE CELLS!
The footsteps became louder and louder, faster and faster, until they seemed to be right behind me. My vision was blurred from unshed tears and I wanted to scream so badly.
The same husky breaths reached my skin, making me feel like a prune. Deja Vu is a bad thing. His hot breath travelled across the back of my neck, causing me to shiver and erupt with goosebumps. Bile rose to my throat and I attempted to swallow it down, with no success. WHY ME? I asked myself, WHY NOW?! A large arm wrapped around my neck, holding me there as if he were to give me a headlock, but he didn't. He jerked me backwards into his chest, so I was bent backwards, whilst still walking at the same pace. Violently, he pulled my chin up, so I had no choice but to stare at him upside down.
"I'm gonna make you pay baby," Paul wheezed into my face. He smelt strongly of alcohol and cigarettes, invading my nostrils. "Nobody messes with me and gets away with it." He gave me a devilish smirk, as he raised something above his head. I just caught a flash of light behind him, before he raised it down towards me. I was still in the same position, still walking, whilst bent down into him, where he lowered a knife down to my heart.
Time slowed, as I saw nothing but the pure rage in his eyes. His eyebrows were arched upwards, and I was quite shocked at his choice of weapon. I REALLY THOUGHT HE WOULD GO FOR A GUN, ITS LESS MESSIER I GUESS. ALL OF HIS MEN HAD GUNS, MAYBE IT WAS SOMETHING PERSONAL? I thought disturbingly to myself, whilst also insulting myself for thinking that his choice of weapon was a compliment.
The last thing I felt was something excruciatingly sharp being pressed against my chest, before gasping for air. I felt like I had been underwater for a few minutes, holding my breath, and now I was on the surface, hoovering oxygen like I had been drowning.
"LEAH! Shit Leah are you ok? No, thats a stupid question," no shit! "Leah sit up!" Someone kept on shouting at me. I didn't know which one of the boys it was.
I coughed and spluttered, with large tears running freely down my face. I smashed my face into the parson's chest, holding my chest where Paul had 'stabbed' me. I cried and screamed into the soft fabric of his top for a couple more minutes, while who ever was beside me waited. My crying ceased, but I didn't move my head. We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, but it was somehow... comforting?
Far too soon, my face was removed from his chest and I saw stains of tears on his shirt. Whoops.
He gently tilted my head upwards, and I looked up into a pair of worried blue eyes. Will.
I hugged onto him and I felt his heart rate speed. He stroked my back softly, trailing patterns on it. He left tingles every time he touched me. He drew imaginary smiley faces on my back, which were both tickly and massaging. I sighed happily, content at this moment. Next, he played with my hair, wrapping it around his slender fingers, and pulling his hands through it. He just kept on repeating it, until my heart rate slowed and my body loosened.
"So, do you want to tell me what your dream was about?" He asked compassionately. I sighed, not ready to speak, and not ready to stop this intimate moment. But I had to tell him.
"A bad dream, Will," I started. "Paul was going to kill me, just like he promised." I heard Will sigh, and he moved my body so that I was lying down on my side, and so was he, but I had my bare leg over his hip. I literally set on fire at how close we were, but I needed the contact.
"Look, I can't promise you eternal happiness and all that, but I can tell you that you're going to be safe. But I really can't blame you if you want to get as far away from us as possible. We can stay away if y-"
"No!" I yelped, dragging his shirt and hoisting myself closer to him, eliminating any gap between us. "I mean no, I don't want you to stay away, I just want the bad stuff to go away."
He chuckled softly. "You sound so cute." He stroked my cheek lightly, wiping away stray tears. I felt my temperature rise.
"You're nicer than I thought." I responded truthfully.
"I know, it's hard to believe that someone so attractive can have a great personality, that's a trait I believe we both share." Will smirked, but then his eyebrows raised in surprise as he realised what he had just said. Did he just tell me I was good looking? My heart slammed against my chest and I practically did a double take. He stiffened, waiting for a negative reaction to slip from my lips. An awkward response probably would have come out, but I decided NOT to be Leah, the socially awkward girl who frets at the first compliment, and be Leah, the girl who takes control of her own actions.
I wrapped my leg tighter around his waist, and gave him the hottest smirk I could muster. This must be wrong, I thought to myself. You've known him for one day, don't get too close. I ignored my nagging thoughts and pushed my forehead to his. LEAH! STOP THIS NOW!. I bit my lip, but I stopped there.
"You think I'm... attractive?" I tried to ask innocently.
"Yeah, Leah. Yes I do." Will's face was fiery red and he still managed to look amazing.
I closed my eyes, smiling wildly. "Goodnight, Will." I whispered, already drifting back into a comfortable slumber.
"Goodnight, hot stuff." He replied. I gasped loudly, but I didn't dare open my eyes. Without seeing, I knew he had the biggest grin on his face. My mind was swept away into a happy dreamland, hoping that he really did mean what he said.
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A/N: Okkkk Guys, some romance is filtering through! I'm trying to form different relationships with the three boys, and I want to KNOW WHO YOU PREFER!
Callum (GREEN EYES): The cool one, the one who always thinks before he acts. He is humorous and he cares for Aaliyah. He's always trying to control Will's short temper. Overall, he's a trustworthy guy and he will do a lot to help Aaliyah.
Will (BLUE EYES): He's the cocky one, also the only one who is brave enough to let Aaliyah know how he feels about her. He tends to act before he thinks. Overall, he is a great , caring guy, he's exciting and is always up for a laugh.
Matthew (GREY EYES): The mysterious one, he can read Aaliyah and he seems to always know how she's feeling and what she's thinking about. He also cares for Aaliyah as much as Callum and Will. Overall, he is very caring and he's also very understanding.
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