Angel Next Door

Watched

Your POV:

Later that night, lying next to a sleeping, gloriously naked Evan; I can't wipe the smile from my face.

His current role as a serial killer on American Horror Story has his hair short and dyed black; I smirk at it's current disheveled state from my fingers being entangled in it earlier.

Seeing him tonight was just what I needed, I hate to see him go back in the morning though.
Sighing, I place a kiss to his temple before switching off the light and snuggling under the blankets.

The next morning; 5 AM:

"(Y/N) if we don't stop now I'll miss my flight." His words come out as an odd jumble against my lips.
"Would that be a bad thing?" I answer back, to which he chuckles. "Well not to me but to everyone on set-" he's cut short by my lips once more before I force myself away from him.

"I love you." He snatches my hand before I can move completely away from him.
"And I love you." I sadly smile squeezing his hand then letting it go.

My breath fogs up the glass in front of me, but I can still see Evan's plane descend down the runway.

Monday evening, 6 PM:

The rest of Saturday along with Sunday, went by in a blur; next thing I knew my alarm was screeching on Monday morning.

It wasn't a horrible day at school; wasn't fantastic either. I'm still glad to be home though.

My parents went out to dinner with some friends and I revel in the quiet alone time. Although, all day I've have this nagging feeling like I'm being watched.

The feeling only grows stronger while standing in my kitchen. I glance around the windows expecting to see someone peering back at me but see no one.

The sudden beep beep beep of my finished microwave popcorn has me jumping ten foot with a startled yelp.

I shake my head at how silly I'm being, snatch up my popcorn and soda, flip off the kitchen light and head for the couch.

Watcher POV:

I quickly duck into the bush as her head swivels around searching for me.

I'll let you know I'm here, when the time is right....

A smirk slowly spreads itself along my lips when I see the kitchen go dark; she didn't spot me. I still get to have my fun.

I have to resist the urge to go to her and make myself known now. To show her I've been here all along for her.

"All in due time. Things will all come together in the perfect way. Just be patient." With one last longing glance at her house, I slink back into the darkness towards my car. Despite having to keep away from my other half, I find I am in a great mood, I even hum along to my favorite song (Love Her Madly by The Doors) playing on the radio as I pull away from the curb down the road from her house.

"Until later my love........until later"

Your POV:

Blinking in attempt to fully wake up, some things begin to register in my mind; I am lying on the Livingroom couch still fully dressed in the clothes I wore to school today, the TV is playing the end credits, and sometime my parents came home because a blanket is tangled around me.

A quick search of the tangled blanket produces my almost dead cell phone.

"11:30, time for shower and bed." I mumble to myself then quietly I stretch and yawn willing myself off the couch, up the stairs and into the shower before falling into bed, losing consciousness as my head hits the pillow.

A/N: Not happy with this chapter so may edit this later idk. Let me know what y'all think......if anyone is still reading that is? ❤️