oneshots.

love.

Nova Beckham, The fifth wave.

If you told Isabelle Parrish that she would've fallen in love with a girl from another world - she would've laughed in your face.
But she realizes now, as her feet are tucked underneath the couch cushions, watching Nova sleep, that she is in love.
It was a weird feeling, to be in love. But in a good way. Izzie didn't just love people, she loved them with all of her being. And she loved Nova, so much it consumed her. Ben could see it in his little sister, that Nova was the one. Which was ironic, considering where they stood nearly a year ago.
Ben remembers the day Nova put a blade to his neck while spitting out curses about him. He remembers it clearly, actually but he doesn't hate her. He couldn't ever hate his best friend, since he understands the exact feeling. The feeling of brokenness, as if something inside of you was ripped out and replaced with a void.
[...]
I guess you could say the void was filled. Nova didn't realize she was in love with Izzie until she almost lost her.
Izzie, Nova and Ben were on a quick supply run but when they ran into a pack of silencers, things got ugly. Izzie fought better than Nova has ever seen - but she was underestimating the other silencers. In the end, there was many bruises, split knuckles and the smell of gunpowder. Ben was driving, the girls were sitting in the back together, silently holding hands.
When they were home and cleaned up, they sat again, in Izzie's bed. Izzie wore Nova's sweater, and Nova couldn't fight the butterflies in her stomach.
She never felt that feeling before it was weird. But a good weird. They sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company. Izzie was reading, and Nova was asleep. Her head resting on Izzie's hip.
Nova thought to herself that she could sit like this forever. And in that moment, Nova realized she was in love.