You All Along

Chapter 9

SONGS FOR THIS CHAPTER

C’mon C’mon (One Direction)

Something Great (One Direction)

Half a Heart (One Direction)

Talk Dirty To Me (Jason Derulo)

She’s Not Afraid (One Direction)

Story Of My Life (One Direction)

Last First Kiss (One Direction)

Jeff’s P.O.V

Layla was wearing the dress we bought just now. Her hair was curled slightly and highlighted with a lighter brown. It moved swiftly and softly as we danced to the soft music playing in the background. Everything around us was white. Something was very wrong. She was smiling, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. My grip on her waist tightened and she flinched. I mumbled a sorry and continued. I was trying to keep my balance. I shuffled my feet in an attempt to dance. I stepped on her feet, again and again. She was growing annoying. My body lurched backwards and I crashed into the floor and Layla didn’t make any attempt to help me get up, instead she let go of me and just stood there. She looked at me with disgust. Was she growing tired of me? She can’t be. She’s my world. She scowled and walked away, through the doors, into the light in another man’s arms. Seeing her with someone else broke me, shattered me into a billion pieces. I lay there, unable to make her stay and everything around me changed into darkness as I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes, walking through the door to the house Layla and I shared. The place was lit up with candles and soft music playing in the background. I was wondering what was all this for, and walked to our bedroom. I heard voices inside. I flung the door open and my eyes were wide already. She was kissing another man. Not me. He let his hand through her loose blouse, his fingers traveling up and down her stomach. She pulled on his hair, bringing him closer and kissing him harder. Her legs slowly went up his waist as he carried her to our bed. “LAYLA NO!!” I screamed.

I woke up, sweating. This was just a dream, I shouted at myself. I was glad it turned out to be a dream. But I fell, exactly like I did in the shopping mall. Is she going to leave me? I’ll lose the meaning for my life.

“JEFF!!!!” arms wrapped around my neck. Relief washed over me like a damn Tsunami that I’d love to get lost in. She held me, never letting go any time soon. I know her for 12 god damn years to know in an instant why her body was so warm. She had been crying really hard. “What happened?” she said through tears. It took me a while and a few glances around to see that I was in a blue hospital gown in a hospital. My clothes were folded neatly on the table. Neat freak Layla, neat freak. “I don’t know. Why am I here?” I asked her.

“You fell down. Fainted. You were murmuring something on the way here. I was frightened,” she cried, harder. She hugged me tighter. I felt her jaw quiver. I couldn’t bear to see her like this. Such a mess, I make her. I adjusted myself on the bed and sat up straight. I pulled her onto my lap, and kissed her cheek. She snuggled into me and I relaxed on the bed. I cradled her, her sobs slowing down, with each rub on her back.  

Layla’s P.O.V

He fainted. I didn’t know if he had any pain or not, but I was sure that I would die I he didn’t wake up. I informed his aunt and uncle, but they were in England. So they couldn’t come.  He was cradling me. Being in his arms like this is all I could ever ask for.

“Will you leave me, Layla?” his voice snapped me back. I could hear his voice trembling. “What? Why?” I lifted my head from his neck and stared into his eyes, concern filling my eyes.

“What if I had some disease, and you will grow tired of me. Would you leave me then?” he said, on the verge of tears. I stared at him. I scanned his worried face. I wish I could just kiss all the sadness away from his perfect features. I cupped his cheeks; gave him a kiss on his forehead. I buried his face in my neck and whispered in his ears, “You don’t have any disease, you idiot,” I heard him chuckle. “The doctor said you had major depression. Which is something I want you to explain to me tomorrow. And even if you did, I won’t leave you. I won’t. Because I…because you’re my best friend,” I said.

The words almost slipped out of my mouth. All of these emotions drove me crazy. I felt like patting myself on the back and slapping myself at the same time for giving the mouth the chance to almost confess that I loved him. I wanted to stab myself for telling him he was only my best friend. Could I get even more pathetic?

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