Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 25

Justin's POV

My heart raced from the burning desire it was trying to contain.

I was holding onto those heavenly words.

I just couldn't believe it. 

She picked me.

And it wasn't some fucked up dream that I was awaiting the disappointment once my eyes spring open.

I got the girl and suddenly I felt invincible.

All I knew was right now, she was resting on my chest as we watched one of her favourite films 'Wild Child' from the projector as she played with my fingers from our lazily, half intertwined hands. The blanket I had brought up was covering her most and only covering my legs. We were snuggled in the warmth which was drastically changing whenever the wind picked up.

We began to drink the champagne which was the most expensive bottle I could find in the short span of time. We made a pretty cliche toast about relationships and the future and that typical kind of shit but I meant every word of it.

After devouring the food I cooked which was hands down the best thing I had cooked in my life, we were snacking on the various junk food I had bought since I didn't know what was her craving, or mine for that matter.

Twizzler's were my chosen poison while hers were Cheeto's.

She kept rubbing her hands together to rid of the red dust which stuck to her fingers or she would lick them clean in one easy motion. She really didn't care that she wasn't acting lady-like if that's what you would call it. This was probably a turn off for many people but to me, it added to her personality.

"You see that place there?" She points to the screen which showed the group of girls walking around some village in England. A first, I didn't even know what I was supposed to be looking at, my eyes searched everything and my head nodded in unsure confirmation.

"Yeah? What about it?" I ask her.

"I've been there before. I used to know someone who lives literally two minutes away from where it was filmed." Even though I couldn't see her face, I could feel the elevation each and every time she smiled. The warmth arising from her was like a blanket.

"That's pretty cool. You've been to England before?" I asked the question as if she didn't just say she did a literal second ago. She giggles, recognising my stupid mistake.

"A few times actually. Mainly to the London area for music-related kind of stuff but my father had good friends all around the country who just wanted to settle away from that scene, Yorkshire being one." I stared at her figure as she spoke, my hand moving from being played with to stroking her hair softly. "Have you ever been to England?"

I wish.

"Surprisingly, I have never left the country, unless you count Canada." I say.

Does it actually count if the country is just a border to the one you've lived in since day one?

"I think it would. But wow, you have never travelled overseas before?" She lifts up and just stares in astonishment.

Was it really that bad that I've never explored any places but America? It wasn't like I wanted to stay grounded in this fucked country.

"Canada is pretty much the furthest I have been outside the states. I've always wanted to go places and travel the world, I have just never found the time to with work obligations and that." Sadly, I admit. Work really did limit me in more ways than I knew. It was in her presence that I am really noticing these things, small things holding me back from perhaps being genuinely happy and content with the life I lead.