Bad acquaintance (G.D)

Chapter 21

(If you play the music you'll probably cry hehe)
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I was glad the night had come to an end, after a long day of awkwardly following Paige and Ethan through trails filled with sun bleached sand, it was a miracle to finally rest. Turning upon the soft leather of Ethan's living room furniture, I couldn't seem to find peace, as expected. His presence continued to haunt me in my sleep, it was only worse once the day came to an end though. Those hours where I'm left to lie down tormented by the memories of what I had left.
With my head spinning, I snuck a peak to the couple directly across from my chair, finding Ethan's arm wrapped perfectly about Paige. They were passed out, which only encouraged me to climb those steps to the point where I could no longer handle denying the urge. Pulling my covers with as I stand, my feet began a journey up the stairs, already knowing their way to his room. My eyes drew straight to his door, causing my hands to clutch the blanket about my figure a bit tighter.
I found my heart beating to the stars as I grip the handle, turning it ever so slightly, just enough for me to slip through the doorway.
My eyes ran from the bathroom, to the bed, then the closet. It didn't matter if my feet stood upon his bedroom tile, there was no Grayson. With my heart sinking, I creeped along the rug placed at the edge of his bed. A dent remained sunken in the pillow and the comforter was thrown to the side, nobody's been here since Grayson. I allowed the blanket to slip from my body, not minding the way it fell to the floor. I felt comfortable here. Lifting upon the bed I instantly felt warmth traveling my veins, disguising to be heaven as I crawled to the worn sheets. I found a part of the warmth I've lost when Grayson fled, its as if the memories with his name scarred to them were hushed. Once I pulled the comforter to my chest there was no going back. I hadn't meant to close my eyes. I wasn't supposed to sleep here tonight, but something else drew me here, and it told me to sleep well.
*click*
Hearing the faintest sound a pen could emit, I became conscious, not bothering to split my eyes though. Shifting to my back beneath the comforter, sleep had begun to pull my mind back to the oblivion, that was until I heard the noise again. This time though, it was similar to when a pen would tick back closed. A foreign feeling began to creep through my skin, a familiar one that I could not recall in the moment. Finally, peaking through my blurred vision, there appeared to be the silhouette of a man, his shoulders broad, hair messily hung before his eyes. When his hand sent fingers between the locks and left strands to float in every direction but downward, I knew who this boy was. My heart raced to catch a rhythm but failed doing so. This couldn't be real.
"Grayson?"
I began to sit up, eyeing his movements as he became stiff to my voice, it sounded so quietly, frail even. He looked as though it was a daily occurrence, hearing my voice call his name. Almost like I've been with him these last two weeks. Finally he gave in, turning to my gaze with his lips parted ever so slightly. I watched as he placed a pen upon the surface of his dresser, I don't think he could tell if this was reality or not. The way I've been needing his simple presence is crazed, to even hear his voice would be breathtaking, so once I did, that's exactly what happened.
"What are you doing here, Hayley?"
His voice fell to a whisper as he crept to the side of the bed, stealing my soul with his eyes on mine. I knew he was waiting for my response, but I've never heard as much emotion in his voice. Just like I've been expecting, I was speechless. With his body just reaching the side closest to mine his hands went straight for my face, thumbs running across my skin as he sat before me. It was a challenge not to cry. The way he looked at me, how his hands ran down to my hair, everything else faded away. It was only us. Breaking the trance, I blinked my glossy eyes to his black tee. He knew the way his leave affected me, I was sure of it once his hand placed itself upon my cheek again, having my eyes return to his. True sorrow shown beside his pupils, begging me to do something. Finally I broke, sending my hands for contact with his shirt, they snuck about the fabric and within seconds my head fell to his shoulder. My breath grew heavy as I felt his hands run over my back, his arms holding me as close as possible. I could barley hear his apologies over the sound of my own heart ringing through my ears, all I could do was tighten my hold, letting my thoughts loose.
"Don't leave."
With that I could feel a sigh escape his lips, a hand running down through my hair. I knew he would, but there was a tiny bit of hope where I believed that I could be enough for him to end this nonsense. Lifting my head from his shoulder his lips made his way to my forehead, planting a deep kiss to sway my eyes shut at the sweet contact.
"Get some sleep, you've got work tomorrow."
His whispers clouded my mind as he pulled my body to join his in the sheets. Without question, my head went straight for his chest, arms wrapping snug about his body. As his hand ran strides through my hair I could feel myself losing conscious in the perfect rhythms of his heart. Something in this moment had me saying the word 'love', though I'd only thought it in my mind.
The sound of my alarm woke me the next morning, rings chiming up the stairs. Pushing my body from Grayson's bed I scanned the room, finding nothing but the expected. No trace of his presence had existed. It went on to wreck my mind all day, did I really see him? It broke me to think about but finally, I came to believe it was all just a dream. Must have been a lucid one.