I wake with a start to the clap of thunder. I get out of bed, still breathing heavily. I don't know why, I just have the impulse to be awake.
Another loud crack of thunder sounds, followed by a knocking noise. I follow it downstairs. A dark shadow stands in the doorway.
I squeak and run back up to the top of the steps. The person knocks again, this time saying something. It's drowned out by the thunder.
I faintly recognize the voice; Calum!
"Fuck, I'm not wearing a bra!" I wisper.
I run back down and unlock the door. It swings open to a boom of thunder. He stands there, soaked to the bone.
"I've been standing here for at least 30 minutes." he says, stepping in.
"I'm so sorry! I'll get you a towel." I say.
I close the door behind him and run to the laundry room. I grab a fresh towel and run back.
"What are you doing here at 3 in the morning, anyway?" I ask. I wrap the towel around his shivering body.
"I couldn't sleep." he says, his teeth chattering.
"Ok...? Why not?" I ask.
He takes off his water-logged shoes. "I c-couldn't fall asleep the past few nights knowing that I really really hurt you. I just wanting to say I'm so so sorry for everything. I wanted to know if we could start over." he says, still shivering.
I want to hug him; he looks so torn down. "Go sit on the couch, I'll get you a blanket and make you some tea." I offer.
He smiles. "I didn't think you'd respond like this." he wispers.
He sits on the couch, his hair dripping everywhere.
"Call it maternal instincts." I tell him.
He flashes another smile. I like his smile so much better than his smirk.
I grab a blanket and wrap it around him. Only then do I notice the huge bags under his eyes.
I go over to the Kurig and brew us both a cup of Chai Tea.
"So you didn't bring an umbrella?" I ask, handing him the steaming mug.
"I didn't think too much about it..." he admits.
"Clearly!" I say, sitting down.
"I'm really sorry for waking you up so early I just....I-I couldn't take it anymore." he wispers.
"No, it's ok, really. I couldn't really fall asleep either." I lie. I'd rather have him think that I couldn't sleep than have him feel awful.
"Ok, good. Only after you came down the steps did I realize how early it is." he says with a slight yawn.
I smile. "So...you want to start over." I remind him.
"Right," he says, "I'm really sorry for beating you up and groping you and bullying you. It's not cool, especially since you have a boyfriend. By the way, how's your neck?" he says.
"Oh, it's fine, thanks." I say.
He sets his mug on the coffee table and gets up. He leans in really close, gently putting a hand on my bruises.
I flinch away at first.
"Are you sure? It's still really bruised." he says.
His breath gives me the goosebumps and I blush slightly.
He pretends not to notice as he sits back down. His eyes flit from my neck to my lips to my eyes.
"I..." I stutter, "I don't feel them anymore."
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Love Hate Relationship
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