i choose u

.Chapter Two.

.Chapter Two.

     Watching my father leave, put me in a deep depression. 

      I stared down the road where my father disappeared, and eventually came back to reality. 

      I could feel Blaine's eyes watching me with sympathy. I heard from my father he was only Twenty-one years old, and ran his father's company. Blaine was like a son my father never had, he helped Blaine grow up, though I had never even met him. My father never got around to introduce us, but here we are now.

     "Do you want me to show you your room?" Blaine asked. I looked towards him and nodded my head slowly. I walked back inside with him, and grabbed both my bags and drug them up the stairs. I had all my cloths packed away, and a couple of extra bucks from my father in case I needed anything extra. 

     Blaine walked me down the hallway on the second floor, and I passed some pictures of him with friends or family, and I could tell one picture was with his father and mother. Blaine stopped in front of one of the white doors at the end of the hallway, and opened the door to a beautiful and clean room. The bed was big enough for four people to fit into it, the window curtains were white and sunlight shown through them, brightening up the white room. The white rug was spotless, the white walls had beautiful scenery pictures hanging up on them. I stepped into the room slowly after Blaine, then walked over to the bed and felt the soft sheets. They were cool to the touch and I wanted to jump onto the bed, but restrained myself. I noticed Blaine was standing in front of a sliding door, and opening it up to reveal a closet with rackets and shelves. 

     "You can put your cloths in here," He spoke calmly. I grabbed my bags and stood them up at the end of the bed.

      "Okay, thank you," I smiled lightly and he nodded his head. Things were starting to get awkward, and I started to play with my fingers nervously. 

      "If you need anything, then just ask," He added then headed towards the door. I stood in front of the closet, studying  it and could already see where my cloths would go. "Oh, and the bathroom is right across from your room. My bedroom is the first door to the hallway." He added. I just nodded my head slowly and he left the room. I got the chance to fall to the ground and curl up on the floor. I was exhausted from today, and just wanted to sleep. I closed my eyes slowly, thinking about my old home and my father and I sitting in the living room on the couch watching a funny movie. 

      The floor was soft, but cold. I didn't care. I just wanted to sleep.

      Morning came sooner than I thought. I sat up from the floor, with my neck hurting and a blanket over me. I picked up the blanket and looked at it. When did I grab a blanket? I ran my fingers through my thick hair and unzipped my bag to get the comb from my bag. 

      I threw off my cloths and slipped on my black hoodie, black shorts and threw on some knee high purple socks. I fixed my eyeliner and mascara and straightened my hair. Looking decent, I headed out the door and tiptoed slowly down the hallway. I looked at my phone and it was eight in the morning. Since it was a Sunday, I didn't know if Blaine had to work or not. I was walking down the stairs, but slowed my pace when I got a text message on my phone. It was from my friend Madison.

     Hey Aya, call me later. Madison messaged.

     Ok. I replied.

     I took a step, but miss-stepped and tripped. I reached my hand out to try and grab the railing so I wouldn't fall, but it was too late. I was going face forward down the stairs and flying through the air. I closed my eyes and covered my face but I was caught by someone. I peaked my eye open and was staring down at grey Van shoes, then lifted my head up to see Blaine had caught me from falling.

      "Thank you," I said, embarrassed. He was holding both my arms, and picked me up to put me back on my feet. I was shocked how he just picked me up so calmly and without effort.

      "Wow, you're seriously really light," He commented and I looked up into his eyes.

      "I am?" I asked, not really believing it. 

       "Yeah, you are. Be careful next time," He warned. I blinked and looked away with my face completely red. 

      "I will," I said quietly. He nodded his head, then made his way up the stairs slowly. 

      "By the way, help yourself to the kitchen," He pointed towards the archer to the kitchen. I nodded my head, and turned to go. I felt him watching me. I was really awkward around this guy. My father seemed to trust him, so I guess I would too.