A Friendly Face

five

dakota's pov
after i put some clothes on and considered faking my death to avoid the embarrassment of what just happened, i decided to head to bed.
it had been maybe thirty minutes of me peacefully sleeping when my phone started vibrating furiously next to my head. why? every time i'm asleep someone decides to bother me.
i don't even look at the caller i.d as i silence my phone and roll over. it starts buzzing immediately again. i silence it again. it buzzes AGAIN. i silence it again.
i fall back asleep for 15 minutes when my phone starts buzzing and there's a thud against my window.
ethan calling.
at least it wasn't eloise calling me over and over again to cry about one direction.
"hello ethan." i day groggily. "can i help you?"
  "hello dakota, will you please come to the window?"
  i pull myself out of bed huffing and sit in front of the window. ethan smiles.
  "it's cold i don't wanna open it." i say into the phone and pout looking at him.
  "it's okay i just wanted to see your face." he chuckles. he looks at me for a long time as if he's taking in every feature on my face.
  "can i come over?" he finally says.
  "no ethan, it's 3am."
  "i just want to be close to you." he gives me a look that's so hard to turn down but i can't give in.
  "no eetee."
  "dakota please, i just want to hold you."
  "excuse me?" i say in shock. ethan dolan wants to be in my house in my room???
  he looks awkwardly at me. oh my god i must've sounded so rude.
  "not that i don't want you too, it's just so late ethan."
  "another time." he smiles weakly.
  "yes, another time."
  "there's a party on friday at my house, do you want to come?" he looks nervous asking me. i make ethan dolan nervous. a concept. "you can bring your friends, of course."
  "i'd love to ethan." i smile sweetly at him.
  he's so gorgeous, especially right now. the moon hitting him at just the right angle so his eyes glow and teeth sparkle. his hair messy as if he woke up in the middle of the night and needed someone to get his mind out of his dreams. he was so small and sensitive when we talked like this, i felt like i was the only girl in the world. he was open. he was kind. he was comfortable and all he wanted was to come over.
  "e," i say after a while. "can you come over?"
  his eyes lit up and he opened the window in one push. "of course i can."
  i open my window to get ready for him to come in. he climbed into a tree that separated our houses. i quickly tidied up everything on the floor and he crashed through the window.
  "shhhhhh, ethan!!" i whispered.
  "i'm sorry" he chuckled pulling himself up from the floor. he headed into my bed and curled up. he looked like a puppy.
  "come here." he patted on my blankets.
  i crawled in and positioned myself where i was looking into his beautiful hazel eyes. he pulled me into him and held me. i could here his heart pounding.
  "thank you, i needed to be close to you."
  i smiled into him and fell asleep while he played with my hair. i hoped this could be something we did every night.