For months now, the crazy but loveable members of the group Fandom Rehab had marvelled at the relationship between Ryan and Emily. They were /best friends/, they had a friendship over Skype, text, facebook and calling and we knew that they would always be there for each other. Always and forever, yeah? The memories they were creating were beautiful, long phone calls and laughter, posting statuses about how much they loved each other. All whilst the #Ryily shippers were shipping, in secret because we didnt want to upset them. They said it would never happened and a few of us believed them, leaving a few hopeful. I'm sure we all remember the time Emily sent Ryan the speech from The Fault In Our Stars, page 153, about love and oblivion being inevitable and then told him to sleep!
But today.
Today is different. That ship, that we all have laughed and cried over has finally openly become a canon and we now know they have been together for three weeks, since Ryan confessed his love at 3am, dying to know whether Emily felt the same way. Of course she did! And they got together, despite the four years age difference, and the distance between them. So what could the future hold?
/When they meet/
p.o.v: Emily.
I see him, standing there. Waiting. I hold back a smile and hide my face with my hair, suddenly worried and nervous. He looks up, staring in the wrong direction so he couldnt see her and i had a sudden urge to turn away. But then the floods of adorable messages and late night conversations came into my mind and i felt his name slipping out of my mouth without consent. I give a little wave and his face breaks into the most amazing smile i have ever seen, making my heart pound in my chest more than ever before.
He was really here. All the messages, phone calls, facebook talk, it all meant slightly less now because he was there just a few metres in front of me. I couldnt hold back anymore, i ran to him, bashful and mismatched steps. He envoloped me into a huge hug, using all his strength and i could feel his breath against my neck. I loved it. No. I loved him. He wouldnt let go, as if he knew i couldnt cope if he did.
p.o.v: Ryan
She was actually here, in my arms. Her hair brushed against my chin and I kissed the top of her head, wanting to whisper so many things but unable to find the words. My heart ached, i /needed/ to tell her i loved her, because she was here now and i had so much fear that she would leave and that i would never see her again. I know it wouldnt happen but it was all i feared at the moment, more than Augustus feared oblivion did i fear losing my Emily.
After what feeled like an infinity, i let go, moving slowly away from her, ensuring our bodies were still touching as if the force between us could break. She looked up to me, cheeks red and full as her smile beamed. Never had i ever been so happy.
p.o.v: Emily
I look up, into his eyes and there are no words for how i am feeling, I just cant let go of his arms, his strong muscular arms, because i cant let it stop. His eyes are a paint pallette, a beautiful mix of colours, worthy of creating art. His face is perfectly sculpted, his eyes, nose, lips. His lips, a pale pink shape that i couldn't stop looking at, i looked up and smiled a bashful smile.
We finally broke free, forgetting there were people around us, because nothing mattered anymore. We were here, together and in person and nothing, nothing can ever describe what is like to meet someone who means so much to you for the first time.
We were interlocked, my arms and his, our legs under the table we sat at. Steamy coffee sat between us, but neither of us payed any attention to it, it was as if we needed to look at eachother until we had each memorised each perfection, imperfection, crinkle and line of the others face. It was the most important thing on my mind.
His voice, oh his voice. It tied me up, drew me in. I was hooked. I was so unbelieveably in love with him, my heart hurt.
p.o.v: Ryan
My thumb stroked her finger as we held hands next to the coffee, eyes still locked to each other. She was truly beautful, no picture or webcam could ever capture her beauty, you would never see unless you met her, because each different angle of her face was different, each emotion she showed was different, and every time i saw it, my heart melted and i fell in love with her all over again.
And then we stood up. Almost as if someone had told us to, we gave up resisting and stood, moving into each other, fingers grasping for the others shirts and wrapping our arms around each other. We looked one last time before we moved in and my lips touched hers, slowly at first and then with passion. We gave in to temptation and i showed her how much she meant to me by pressing my mouth against hers and she did the same.
p.o.v: Em
And then we were kissing. His lips against mine and i forced mine back with passion. No longer did i need words to tell him i loved him, just action. Without i doubt, i loved the taste of his lips and i loved him. I stopped, putting my nose against him and breathing heavily.
"I'm in love with you" I said, quietly. He retaliated with perhaps the best thing he could have said,
"and im not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things" he whispered
He smiled a crooked smile, adorable really. We had really done it. We had come together and just been, happy. For once in both our lives, we were truly happy in the moment, only thinking about the person we were with and the feelings we felt for them.
