- Hey people, just a quick authors note, some chapters contain flashbacks and as of now flashbacks will be written like this. thanks :) -
We had gotten through the movie, had gotten some groceries at my mums request and had gotten home. I pulled my shoes off and threw them into my wardrobe, sitting down on my bed.
“That was such a good movie.” I said, taking my shirt off and replacing it with one of Jarred’s oversized jumpers. I stood up, sliding my skinny jeans down my legs and pulling them off, replacing them with my pyjama pants.
“Yeah.” Jarred mumbled, sitting down on the bed next to me.
“Are my hands cold?” I giggled, pressing them on Jarred’s lower back under his shirt.
“Holy, yes.” He gasped, jumping slightly when I did so.
“Good.” I murmured, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek softly before grabbing my big blue blanket and wrapping myself up and padding out to the kitchen. I grabbed my water bottle from the cupboard and filled it up with cold water, screwing the lid on and walking back to my room. Jarred was curled up in my bed under the blankets again.
“I’m wearing clothes this time.” He laughed, peering at me over the blanket he was under. I sighed with relief and climbed into bed next to him. Warm arms were wrapped around me and pulled me closer to his body, making me smile, his warmth soon encasing me and warming up my cold body. I hummed in appreciation, quietly thanking him. I had almost forgotten that my bottle was still in my hands, taking a quick drink from it, I offered it to Jarred.
“Want some?” I asked, waving the bottle slightly in the air.
“Nah I’m good.” He said, nuzzling his head into my neck, his breath hot, goose bumps rising on my arms and legs as he did so.
“Fuck, I love you.” He mumbled into my neck, his voice low and raspy, sending a shiver down my back.
“I know, I love you too.” I giggled, rolling over to face him.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered as I looked at him, his arms tightening slightly around my torso.
“Shh.” I hushed, curling up against him and closing my eyes.
“I have to go back home tomorrow.” He mumbled, twirling a piece of my hair around his index finger.
“What?” I opened my eyes, looking at him as, trying to grasp what he just said, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to be sad while we were together.” He tried to explain.
“I don’t want you to leave.” I breathed shakily, tears filling my eyes. I felt my stomach drop, and I could feel my heart slowly shattering into a million pieces. Gosh, this boy will be the death of me.
“Come with me then?” he asked, unsure of himself.
“Are you sure?” I spoke slowly, “Where would I stay?”
“At my place, with me.” He half stated, half questioned.
“I thought your family didn’t like me?”
“Babe, my family loves you.” He assured me, running his hand up and down my arm gently.
“Okay,” I sighed, “but you’re helping me pack.” I sat up, and moved out of my bed, very awkwardly I might add. I reached up to the top of my cupboard and attempted to pull out my suitcase.
“Pack enough for five days.” Jarred demanded, standing up and helping me get my suitcase down, his height being a great advantage to him. “It’s gonna be cold.” He added, sitting back down on my bed and watching me pull my clothes out, unfold them, refold them, and neatly place them in my suitcase. I pulled out my black leggings and my Ramones jumper, putting them aside to wear in the car. I packed four pairs of leggings, five jumpers including the jumper and shirt of Jarred’s I had stolen when we were at the gold coast, two pairs of shorts and two pairs of shoes.
