ethma one-shots; ENG

it's three am

When you're around it's hard for me to breathe.

It's three am when I finally get to sleep.
It's three am when the phone rings.
I take the phone that's on the bedside-table near the bed, the screen lights up.
It's Ethan.
I watch his name on the screen for a few seconds.
What did he want at that time? Did something happen?
I swear that if it's some kind of bullshit, I'm going to punch him in the face.
I take the call and even before I can say something, I hear him speak behind the phone.
«Emma can you come here?»I frown, yawning.
«What happened?» I ask, passing a hand on my face, just to wake myself up a little.
He stays quiet.
«Can you just...come here?» he hesitates «please, it's important».
I sigh, taking one of my legs out of the bed, and then the other.
«I'm coming.» I hang up, getting out of the bed.
I take off my pajamas, risking to fall in the process. I wear a sweater and some pants to stay comfortable.
At this point I'd be on a beach, with a young Leo di Caprio, but I have to take care of whatever Ethan is talking about. Isn't that what good friends do? Wait, am I a good friend?
I say goodbye nostalgically to my bed, closing my apartment's door behind me, already with the keys in my hands.
The streets are empty.
I don't like driving in the dark, it makes me more anxious than usual. I mean, a killer could jump out of nowhere and nobody would hear me scream. I could run over him though.
I arrive at Ethan's and Grayson's place in a few minutes. I knock on the door, hoping that someone would open that quickly, since outside is freezing. I see Ethan's face poking out of the door, allowing me to come inside.
His face is tired, he has eye bags under his eyes, he seems exhausted.
He's still beautiful anyway.
His brown hair are messy, and his eyes red, but he would look good even covered in mud.
He's wearing a grey sweater and sweatpants.
I sit on the couch keeping my eyes on him.
He hasn't spoken to me since I got here.
«So?» I ask impatient, rubbing my hands on my leggings «What's so important to wake me up at three in the morning and make me leave my amazing bed?» I smile, but noticing he's still serious I get worried.
Is it that bad?
Ethan lowers his head, I get closer to him.
We're almost face to face.
«Are you okay?»
«Emma...» he keeps his gaze down «Grayson had an accident.» I paralyze.
«What the fuck are you doing here then? Why aren't you at the hospital to see how he's doing?» The dark haired boy looks up for the first time, just to give me a bad look.
Too much?
«They sent me away, he's in the operating room.» I notice a tear streaming down his face and falling to the ground.
Instinctually I rest a hand on his cheek «E...»
Seeing him like this hurt me.
«It's just that nothing never separated us and now for this bullshit I risk to remain alone. Emma, I don't know how to live without Grayson, I can't imagine a life without him. When I felt bad he was there, when I smiled he was by my side, when I was hurting he was too. Just the thought of a week without him makes me feel strange. I always acted like the strong one, the one that care less, but Grayson is my brother.» tears are now streaming down his face.
«I can't lose him».
I stare at him in silence.
I like Ethan.
I like his smile even though he says it doesn't suit him, I like his laugh, I like when he looks at me thinking I don't realize it, but I also like when his tone changes because he's angry or offended too, I like how he frowns when he's concentrated or how he blushes slightly when he's embarrassed, even though you can't really tell. I like when he makes fun of me or he jokes, I like him because he makes me always smile.
I like his eyes because I can understand when he's really happy and when he just wants to avoid certain situations.
Is it wrong that I like him?
Is it wrong that I want to kiss him right now?
Our eyes meet and I stop thinking, I can feel his pain going through my body, I feel his thoughts devastate me, hit mines.
«You don't have to feel like this.» I whisper and for a moment I turn off my mind.
And I kiss him. At first it's like I expected it, slow and gentle, even nostalgic. His lips are soft and they taste like tears. I wish i could get all his pain away only with a kiss.
Ethan cups my face with his hands, stroking my cheek with one of them and I move my hands around his neck twisting them.
I can't think of anything else, it's just the two of us in the middle of the room, kissing.
I smile and Ethan does the same between our kisses.
I open my mouth to let his tongue enter and I come closer to his body. Our tongues intertwine, they leave each other, they chase each other desperately.
The kiss becomes more passionate and Ethan breaks it, leaving a trail of kisses from my lips, down my collarbone and then on my neck.
I let a sigh come out of my mouth. I wrap my legs around his waist, while Ethan sucks on my pulse point. I pass my hands through his hair and he takes a few steps to lay me down on the couch.
Ethan stops and our eyes meet again.
My heart beats so fast that I can hear it thumping in my ears.
«Emma, I like you.» He surprises me; he says it in one breath.
I stay silent, surprised.
«I like you too.»

Hey guys!
So i have decided to write this Ethan and Emma one shot, soon I'll be posting others (always about Ethma).
Let me know if you liked that! And if you have some requests about the next one.
I have to thank my friend AReaderWithoutDreams  for translating this chapter from italian (I am in fact italian) to english.
Thanks for reading the chapter!

-Lovecashley