Hadley: An Ansel Elgort Fan Fiction

Chapter 21

This is terribly short I apologize. Enjoy, vote, comment, etc!

-Beth

After everyone had left and Ash cleaned up a bit Ansel and I sat downstairs in the kitchen; him on a barstool, me on the counter. I'd changed into pajamas, which were actually a t-shirt and shorts and I think Ansel was planning on staying over again seeing as it was 2 o'clock in the morning.

"I'm sorry," he told me.

"For what?" My head was beginning to feel better. I took a sip from my water bottle as he replied.

"Leaving you alone, giving that douche the chance to do that to you."

"I don't think he would've done anything in all honesty. He may be a douche but-"

He scoffed. "You're so naïve."

I glared at him. "Excuse me?"

"I didn't mean it like-"

"Don't patronize me; I'm not a little kid. You may be older but that doesn't mean sh-"

He suddenly took my hands in his and stared at me. "I just meant that you're hot and he's- a guy. Of course he'd want to sleep with you."

My mind was swept clean as he complimented me. I didn't usually like being called hot. Jonathan had called me it once and I let it slide because I was so desperate, but I still detested it. But when Ansel said it, it had a different effect on me; I blushed, my hand shook slightly, and my knees practically buckled beneath me.

"I thought I was just 'kinda adorable?" I said recalling the day he forced me to hang out with him in his garage.

He chuckled. "I called you beautiful earlier," he said softly.

"Oh yeah." I didn't really know what to say. I wasn't all that great with compliments but I didn't want it to be awkward. I tugged on his hands so he stood up in between my legs. I wrapped them around his torso and ran my fingers through his soft, curly hair. He smirked as his eyes flicked down to my lips and back up again.

"Who was your first kiss?" I asked.

"You seriously want to talk about that right now?" he groaned in a desperate voice.

"I just want to know." I shrugged.

"This girl Katherine back in New York. I was 14, she was 16. Can I kiss you now?"

"Don't you want to know who mine was?" I teased him by biting onto my bottom lip.

"Of course I do."

"Alex Bridges, 6th grade."

"Was it as sloppy and awkward as you'd hoped it'd be?"

"It was magically uncomfortable, but I got it over with."

"Where were you?"

"His backyard, he used to be my neighbor. What about you?"

"A park. Can I kiss you now?"

I nodded and my eyes fluttered shut as our lips grazed.