I will never stop loving you ( Lams )

Chapter 17

GOOD MORNING! Face the day! If the day looms too large, kick it in the shins so it has to face you! Art by mush roomie❤️ (now mushie r.)  Amazing work. Also 300 reads wtf weren't we just at 15?

Alex's P.O.V
"There's something I haven't told you." I said slowly. I've never told anyone about my past. John looked confused but nodded slowly.

       And then I did it. I told him everything, every last detail. I told him about my mother, my father, the hurricane, my journey. I told him my story.

I tried to sugarcoat the end by turning my voice peppy, but it was no use. I wasn't crying, I tell myself that I cry to much over this.

The entire time my eyes had been cast down. John and I were now holding hands, facing each other, and sitting criss cross on the couch.

I trailed off my voice as I said my last words. I shut my eyes. No one spoke. Great, Now he thinks I'm just some unfortunate, poor immigrant who begged to be in a college. He's going to break up with me, and never speak to me again.

As these sorrowful thoughts slashed through my mind like knives. I felt a drop of water fall onto my hand. I looked up to meet eyes with John. This is the saddest I've ever seen him. Tears were dripping down his face, and he was looking at me with sad eyes. His beautiful green eyes looked foggy with sadness.

I hated seeing him like this. As I was choking back tears, I was pulled into a tight embrace. "Alex... I'm so... So sorry." He said hiccuping in between words.

I fiddled with his curly hair, as he hugged me warmly. He pulled away and sniffled, cupping my face with both hands. "Alex, just know that I will always-." But I didn't want him to feel bad for me "John." I said quietly sounding slightly annoyed.

  "Always!" He cut back in, louder this time. "Be here for you." He finished brushing a piece of hair out of my face. I sighed, "Thank you." I said starting to cry.

         He stared at me lovingly and caressed my arm. I looked him in the eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss.

        John willingly kissed back, putting one arm on by waist and one on my back. We kissed slowly. I kissed him because I knew it would make me and him feel better.

       Our wet cheeks touched and he pulled away from me, wiping under my eyes. I giggled a little bit when he did that.

       "What about you?" I said curiously. I didn't know anything about Johns past. "What do you mean?" He said furrowing his eyebrows.

      "Well, I don't know much about your life." As I said those words, his confused expression turned to a surprised one.

        His eyes widened and he looked down. "Umm... H-how about we j-just talk about you tonight." He stuttered. I sighed "Okay." I understood, it took up a lot of courage to tell him about my past, so it's his turn now. And I'm willing to wait for it ( again not sorry )

         "What was your nightmare about? If you don't mind me asking..." John said nervously. "Oh... Right... Well, it's different every time. Sometimes it's about my mother, father, or the hurricane." I nodded confidently.

          "And... Tonight?" He asked "Oh! Pfft duh! Right. This one was about my mother. We were at our small house and... You know the story." I said getting sad again. I don't want to get too into it right now.

            "Oh...." He whispered. Light started coming through the window, as I remembered how early it had been. "Sorry I woke you up." I sighed. "No no. I was awake, not sure why, but I was." John said reassuringly.

"Tell me whenever you have these... Nightmares. I can help." John said kindly. "How?" How would he know how it feels?

     He blushed in surprise. "Umm I-I just have some f-friends that went through that." He said, he sounded like a bad actor in a horror movie.

       "C'mon Freckles, you know I can't be fooled that easily." I said nudging him. "No really... But I mean... I just..." His eyebrows furrowed.

"Can we please talk about me some other night, er, morning?" He said gesturing to the thin amount of light peeking in through the maroon certains.

"Yeah! Sorry I forgot." I said mentally face palming. "It's fine." John cooed lovingly.

I sighed again. Damn, sighs be everywhere today. "Wanna stay here?" He asked hopefully "Of course Freckles." I teased. He blushed and kissed me on the cheek.

I just may be the luckiest person alive.

~Time Skip Brought to you by my turtle Jack~

One Week Later

Alex's P.O.V
Okay sooo, for the past few days, John has been acting really odd. Almost like he's nervous or paranoid. He talks to me sure, but he just seems scared.

I've tried to get him to tell me what's wrong, but he acts like nothing happens and tells me that everything is fine.

One morning John was over at my place and we were eating breakfast. He was acting even weirder today. He would constantly stare at the door.

        When I was about to ask if everything was ok, I heard a loud knock on the door. I got up to answer it but felt Johns hand grab my wrist.

      "Alex do not answer that door." John hissed quietly. There was another knock. "Why?" I asked in the same voice level as John.

        The knocking got louder. "Alexander Hamilton, I am begging you. Do not answer the door." The fuck? Since when has John called me by my full name.

        I heard a muffled voice from behind the door, it sounded like a man "Hello?! Does John Laurens live here!?" I looked at John. He shook his head.

          "Sorry! No John Laurens here!" I called back. "The hotel manager told me John Laurens lives here!" He sounded frustrated.

      "Must be the wrong floor sir!" I said hoping he would go away. "Sorry to waist your time." The man snarled through the door.

       As soon as the heavy footsteps had faded. John let out a sigh of relief. "Who was that babe?" I asked sitting next him. "It.... It was my father."

    I would write more but I don't know what to write. Also it's 4 am and I'm tired af. So yeah, see ya.

~1100 words~