My Saviour

(30) "I prefer the term 'Mysterious Wizard'"

Chapter 30 - Kayla's POV

The next morning I woke up early again, except this time I woke up at 4am and not 6am. Instantly my mood became crabby for three reasons; 1) I broke down horribly in front of Kian last night, 2) I probably won't get back to sleep after this and 3) He's not here next to me. The latter was probably because nobody knew we were together and so he disappeared in the middle of the night, which was understandable, but still, I wanted him next to me.

I listened to my heart and got out of bed and opened the door slowly to check for anyone awake. Once I knew the coast was clear, I slowly crept over to Kian's room and opened his door slightly and slipped in, closing the door softly behind me. I tip toed over to Kian's bed and just snuck into the covers, wanting to feel his warmth. Once I was settled in, I let out a deep sigh and snuggled myself into his chest.

"I really hope this is Kayla" He murmured and open one eye to see if it was me, I smiled at him and he gave me a lazy smile back.

God he looked so sexy right now; his hair was all dishevelled, his lazy grin combined with his sleepy eyes sent my heart into overdrive. Not to mention the guy was shirtless, causing a blush to rise upon my cheeks.

"Even at 4am you blush" He laughed a little and cuddled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my waist and intertwining my legs with his. I blushed harder as I wasn't used to being so intimate with him and even though we'd only been dating for about a few days or so, I was falling quite hard for him.

His breathing slowly evened out once more and I was thankful that he didn't question why I came to his room in the middle of the night. I lay there, wide awake, staring at his ceiling, thinking about my parents. I don't know what happened to my dad and my mum isn't even alive. I'm thankful she isn't alive; and before you call me heartless, it's because she doesn't deserve to suffer anymore. She's more peaceful up there and so I'm thankful for that.

You're probably thinking about the times Cole and I talked bad about our mum right? Well it's because she was never there for us. Ever. I mean, she was there physically but not mentally or emotionally. She kept detaching herself from us and never bothering to care for us.

"Stop" Kian said and tugged me closer to him without opening his eyes.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Stop overthinking about everything and sleep"

"How do you know I'm overthinking"

"I can feel the negative vibes from here idiot"

"Are you a fucking genie or something you little shit"

"I prefer the term 'Mysterious Wizard'"

"Yes you're mysterious" I scoffed jokingly but couldn't deny the fact that he was quite mysterious.

"I'm glad you agree, now shut that big mouth of yours and get to sleep" He kissed my temple.

"I can't" I admitted, stuffing my face deeper into the crook of his neck.

I heard him sigh and he was silent for a moment or two before he began singing; "When I look into your eyes, it's like I'm watching the night sky, or a beautiful sunrise, there's so much they hold. And just like them old stars, I see that you've come so far, to be right where you are, how old is your soul? Well I won't give up on us, even if the skies get rough, I'm giving you all my love, still looking up..." and as he continued singing with his melodious voice, I somehow fell into sleep in his arms once again.

The next morning I woke up late, surprise surprise, and somehow nobody realised I was asleep in Kian's room; thank God. I quickly rushed into the shower and got ready. I wore a blank tank saying 'I woke up like this' (because technically I did!), army camouflage jeans, black combat boots and a shitload of bracelets. I grabbed my leather jacket in case it got cold, which it probably will as it's still early January. I didn't bother to do anything with my hair and just threw a black beanie over it.