High School//Ianthony

Chapter 33: You Don't See It?

IAN'S P.O.V.

After about thirty minutes or so, Anthony woke up and yawned. "How are you feeling?" I ask him, quietly. "My head still hurts like hell," He responded "Do you mind getting me some advil from the same cabinet from earlier?" Anthony asks me. "Not at all," I smile, before kissing his forehead. I slip out of Anthony's arms. Within one minute or so, I come back with the Advil and hand it to Anthony. "You're the best, babe," He tells me before taking the Advil and a sip of his water from earlier. I blush "Thanks." I sit down on the edge of the bed. "You should probably eat something," I point out. "Alright," Anthony says, about to get up. I stop him with my hand "I'll be right back with some breakfast."

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

"Scrambled eggs?" Ian asks me, getting off of the bed. I nod and sigh with content. God...I love him... Ian left the room and walked to the kitchen. Even though he probably doesn't want me to, I follow him about a minute after and lay down on the couch. After about ten minutes, Ian finished making breakfast and started walking to my room, but he stopped when he saw me on the couch. I was ready for him to yell at me, but he simply smiled and handed me the plate. Ian sat on the edge of the couch and played with my hair while I ate my food, somewhat slowly. "Thanks," I say, inbetween bites. "No problem," Ian replies, beaming. After breakfast, right now, Ian and I are sitting on the couch. "I'm sorry about you being sick," Ian says. "Why are you apologizing? It's not like its your fault-" I start to say, but am cut off by Ian "Yes it is." I raise an eyebrow at him. It doesn't make sense how he thinks its his fault. "I should've noticed the time last night and had you go inside before you could get a fever." My eyebrow lowers once again. Ian thinks everything bad is his fault. I'm almost positive he thinks bad about himself as well. This is going to sound cheesy but, it breaks my heart. Ian is literally the kindest, cutest, smartest person I have ever met. He's just perfect. Yet, he doesn't see it. "Ian please, it's not your fault," I reply, taking his hand in mine and intertwining our fingers.

IAN'S P.O.V.

Why does Anthony have to be so sweet? I'm not complaining but, if he can't see its my fault by this point, I don't know how I will. So, I nod, dropping the subject. Suddenly, Anthony hugged me tightly. I hugged back. "You do realize you're perfect right?" He whispers in my ear. "Yeah..." I lie, quietly. "You're lying," Dammit "I can tell by your tone of voice. You need to know that you're amazing and I'm not letting go of you until you do," He replies. "That's gonna be a problem, I'm commffyy," I tell him. We both laugh a bit. He didn't lie. Anthony held onto me as if I was about to die. "Ian..." Still holding onto me, he pulled back a bit so he could look into my eyes. "You don't see it do you?" He asks me. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "What?" I ask. "You don't see what I see." My eyebrows unfurrow. "See what?" I ask. "You don't see the truth. How...the way you play with your thumbs when you're nervous or scared or when someone gives you a compliment you blush like crazy-" "Anthony, I'm not special-" "Hold on, let me finish... The way you're incredibly modest. How you have incredible talents that no one recognizes, not even you. You know exactly when someone is upset, and you know exactly how to make them feel better because you've been through a lot and I get that. The small little adorable things you do....such as attack snuggle me when you can, or when you're excited about snow and Christmas. Your eyes light up and you smile."  I know I'm blushing so much that I wouldn't be surprised if my cheeks set on fire any moment. "The point is...you don't see all of that and it breaks my heart to know that you don't like yourself. When everything about you is perfect." I had no idea that...that's what he thought of me.

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

Ian was getting all teary-eyed. A smile was on his face and he was blushing (just like I had said in my mini-speech). He didn't say anything, he just looked at me with those blue eyes. "I don't fricking care if you have a fever," Ian says, right before pressing his lips against mine. We were both holding onto eachother tightly. "I love you..." Ian mumbled, against my lips. "I love you too," I mumbled back. We both pulled away at the almost exact same time. 

IAN'S P.O.V.

For once, I can't here the voices that brought me down. The only thing that I can hear....is Anthony.