Always Have Paris

Chapter 3 • Repeat Until Death

"Oh, I can't seem to let myself leave you
But I can't breathe anymore"

Repeat Until Death // Novo Amor

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I feel great; so rested and alive.

It's probably because you had sex with your best friend last night, Harry. Oh. That's right. Abby and I had sex. Holy shit. I hope this doesn't make things weird between us.

That's the absolute last thing I want.

Even though I shouldn't have let my hormones take over, I'm glad I spoke my mind because now more than ever, I know how important time really is.

The sunlight streaming through my bedroom window's blinds makes me squint my eyes, but it's nothing compared to the light I saw earlier. Sighing, I roll onto my side and smile at the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on.

It's my Abigail Judith Tucker. My Abby. My pretty pea. My Abs.

She's sound asleep in my bed next to me, wearing my old Fleetwood Mac t-shirt with the covers just below her shoulders, her orange-as-an-orange red hair is fanned out on my pillow and my God, she's beautiful.

I want to talk to her and I most certainly want to kiss her, but I don't want to wake her. She looks peaceful, like an angel, minus the drool.

I'll just wait. We've got all the time in the world because it's Saturday and that means no classes. I know! I should make us breakfast. I'll make her favourite; blueberry waffles with more syrup and butter than necessary. We did work up quite an appetite last night, after all.

But I'm so comfortable and surprisingly not in any pain.

Just a few more minutes.

As I lay here in my bed with Abby, the memory of last night pops in my brain and a smile forms on my lips. While we did have sex, I'd like to think it was more than 'just sex' since we professed our love for each other.

Admitting my feelings to Abby was the scariest, best thing I've ever done. I risked the greatest friendship of all time and gained what will be the greatest relationship in the world.

I know Abby will want to take things slow because she's always been smart and thoughtful in her relationships and why the hell am I thinking about her and other blokes in my bed?

Christ almighty.

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head with a smile and I feel Abby move. I sit up in bed, reminding myself to control my smile so I don't look like a crazed lunatic and scare her.

Abby inhales deeply and lets it out through a yawn, showcasing her cute little bunny nose that I love so much and I don't care how much I'm fonding right now. She exhales while rubbing her eyes and I decide that now is a good time to greet her.

G'morning, Abs.

She doesn't answer me, which I find odd and the smile on my face quickly fades when I see how worried she looks.

What's wrong, love?

"Harry?"

Yes, Abby?

"Why are your lips blue?" she asks, sitting up in the bed.

Tears fill her eyes as she says my name again and I follow to where she's looking and I gasp at my body lying there motionless.

"Harry, please wake up," she begs, gently shaking my shoulder. "Oh my God, no."