For the rest of my life

Chapter 8

Nat's point if view (pov)

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She drives me crazy, she really does. All I can think about as im walking home in the dark is how beautiful she is, and how amazing it was when we kissed on my bed- I might just go home and lay there and think about her.  I really think that if she wants it too, we could go places- we could really make this relationship last. The cold night air was biting at my skin as i walked at a brisk pace to my front door. I wonder what she is doing right now? Hurridley opening the door, i jumped inside to be met by my mother's stern glance...oops, i guess she went upstairs already.

"Nathan, where the hell have you been?" She questioned, her expression becoming more and more angry as the seconds ticked past. "Just to walk Liv home mom, i didn't want her walking by herself at this time of night." I answered cautiously, but i knew she loved Liv so i don't think she would have a problem with it. "Ahhh! Liv! That's fine then!" She replied."How is she? And what were you two doing upstairs?"

"She's fine mom! And don't worry about it, we were just having a pillow fight, no big deal right? I'll tidy up the mess tomorrow." I said, attempting to lighten the mood.

"You had better." Storming off into the kitchen, my mom shut the door on me, and i made my way upstairs to my room. Picking up my cell, I opened my messages and sent a text to Liv reading :

Hey sweetheart! Just wanted to make sure you got home safe! ;) Let me know if you want a lift to the mall tomorrow because im going to buy some new clothes. Night night gorgeous.xx

I pressed send, then trudged over to my chest and took out some freshly cleaned pj's, slipping my clothes off and them on in one swift movement. Half heartedly, I sat on my bed and rest my head on the three pillows i had. They were now, unfortunatley, very uncomfortable as the contents of them were scattered around my bedroom. There wasn't really much to do, so i went downstairs to make a cup of tea and grab some buscuits out of the jar, then went back up to read a book on wattpad.

I decided to read one about this guy who lives a normal life, then realises he is kind of a physcopath and has to go to jail for ageesss. However, as i had just started to read and i was fumbling around with  my bedsheets, i noticed a bump in the duvet. Looking underneath, i saw that Liv must have dropped her braclet when we were pillow fighting earlier - i would just give it back to her tomorrow. It was right then when i realised i had the perfect plan to tell her exactly how much i love her.

Leaping off the bed at record speed, i ran over to my shelf, where i snatched my wallet and threw it on the bed. Almost ripping the top off, i emptied the contents onto my devet and began to count: 89 pounds and 92p. I was going to buy her a ring. A beautiful gold ring. I don't really need clothes when i could buy my lovely girlfriend a present. As i didn't actually know how much a gold ring was, i got out my laptop and spent a few minutes looking on various sites, until i found something perfect -

'Gold plated infinity ring with personalised engraving inside.'

Yes! I'm not really sure what i would write inside that would mean so so much to her, but im sure ill think of something by the time i come to buy it. Although it would cost me an enormous £230.89, i was willing to save up until i could afford it. Laying back down on my bed, immense satisfaction filled my mind. What would the look on her face say when i gave it to her? Would she like it? At least she will know how much i love her. With all these thoughts drifting randomly around in my mind, i settled down and let the quiet darkness take over.