So Close But So Far

i always thought happiness would be easy

^^ Hudson <3

Hudson's P.O.V.

I walked into Jackson's living room from a night out with Adrian. It was two in the morning and like usual Jackson was asleep, like a little bitch.

I'd been sleeping in Jackson's house for the past couple of days, there was work going on in my apartment, ceiling leaking and all that shit.

I took off my leather jacket and hung it behind the door. I knew Jackson would start crying if I didn't take off my shoes before going upstairs so like the noble person I was, I did.

Realising I was thirsty I went to the kitchen and took a water bottle from the fridge. I grabbed my leather jacket that was on the dryer and took it with me.

I went to hang it up behind the living door, only to see my leather jacket was already hung there. I looked at the leather jacket in my hand, studying it. It wasn't mine, I thought as I spun it around in disgust. It was way too girly for Jackson and it was most definitely not Holly's. I brought it to my nose and took a whiff out of it. It reeked of coffee, fucking disgusting.

I left it on the sofa in the living room. It was probably one of Holly's friends, I decided as I walked to my potential bedroom.

My bedroom door was closed which was strange as it was usually left wide open. I opened it, the light from the hallway shining in the room.

I froze as I spotted a form of light underneath the bed covers and a person under them too. They hadn't realised I had entered as they hadn't moved a bit, the light still shining underneath the covers. I walk towards the bed, the person devoured by the covers, not even their head was to be in sight. My heart was beating frantically as I fiercely pulled the covers off the person, leaving them screaming and jumping off of the bed. My own deep pitched scream came out but I doubt the girl I found in my bed would have heard it over her screeching voice. Great, now Jackson's probably woken up.

The room was dark and I couldn't see her face although I was certain she was a girl. The light from the passage was no use as the door was now half way shut. I leaned forward, reaching for the lamp behind the girl to turn it on.

Her scream pierced through my ears as she aggressively pushed me away, both her hands pushing on my chest. The fuck? I was just trying to turn the lamp on.

I mean, yeah I guess it looked like I was doing something wrong, but she could have been polite about it.

"Fucking hell, chill. I'm trying to turn on the lamp," I raised both my hands, taking a few steps back.

Like expected, Jackson walked in, wearing only yellow shorts, the ones Holly got him last week.

He switched the light on and my head automatically turned to look at the face of the girl who had been sleeping in my bed.

Her skin was fair, eyes the darkest shade of brown I'd seen, almost black and her hair black too. Her lips were plump and pink and her eyes were wide and open. She was breathing heavily, pulling the earphones out of her ears, holding her phone in her hand. She was wearing a white over sized shirt with the word 'sleep' on it and black and white spotty pants.

"Oh, shit," gulped Jackson, his hair looking worse than usual.

"What the hell is going on," the dark eyed girl pondered, placing her phone on the bedside table.

"Who the hell are you," I shot. "Who is she?" I turned to Jackson, demanding for answers. I needed answers, who was this random girl sleeping in my fucking bed?

"I forgot you were sleeping at mine," he shrugged, rubbing his eyes. "What did you do to her?" he questioned, walking over to us.

What the fuck did he mean 'what did you do to her?'. I did nothing.

"Nothing! She just started screaming," I justified, throwing my hands in the hair. Was the leather jacket hers?

"Well when you put it that way I sound like a crazy woman!" she barked. She sure had a big mouth for a tiny girl. She couldn't be more than 5'4.

"That's the only way to put it," I muttered, a smile creeping up my face. She looked hilarious with her messy hair and angry eyes, a dimple popping up every now and then. I loved pissing people off.

"I'm sorry, Maya. I completely forgot about him. This is technically his room," Jackson said. "But he can sleep on the sofa, obviously. I think he was just scared that a random person was sleeping in his bed," he said, nudging me, his way of telling me to let her sleep here and play along.

Her name was Maya.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mind sleeping on the sofa," she shrugged, looking at me, her eyes no longer angry.

I wasn't about to make her sleep on the sofa, I had manners. I taught myself well.

"It's fine," I said walking towards the door. "I don't mind either," I left the room but not before seeing the look of relief on Jackson's face as I did.

I walked downstairs, into the living room and grabbed some blankets from the store room.

I made the sofa somewhat comfy, ready for me sleep in.

I was such a gentlemen.

I couldn't help but feel proud of myself.

Everyone said that I was a rude boy, I just proved them all wrong.

I took my shirt off and just as I got comfortable, my eyes landed on the coffee smelling leather jacket that I had left on the sofa. I quickly got up and put it back on the dryer, not wanting anyone to know that I had touched it.

It had been fifteen minutes and my eyes just wouldn't shut. I felt restless. My mind kept wandering back to the dark eyed girl upstairs, it could be fun to piss her off a bit more.

Who the fuck even was she? Was Jackson cheating on Holly?

In all honesty I didn't care, it wasn't any of my business, although I knew Jackson would never cheat on Holly. Still, I used it as my excuse as I walked up the stairs, putting my ear to her bedroom door and trying to figure out whether she was awake or not.

"Ayanna rang. She asked if you were here," said Jackson, the fuck was he doing there? "She was worried about you."

"Don't care," her feminine voice commented.

"Of course you don't."

"What's wrong, Maya? Your smile doesn't reach your eyes anymore," he carried on after a moment of silence.

She laughed, a soft laugh. "It never did."

The excitement that I had for annoying the dark haired girl had gone and it was replaced with empathy.

"Why are you sad?"

"I'm not sad, Jackson," she said. "But I'm not happy either."

"I feel empty."

"I always thought happiness would be easy," I could hear her sigh. "It's not."