Running || A Garrance Fanfic

Chapter Forty Seven

-Garroth's POV-
I finally find the hotel and I'm running. Running to the door. Running up the stairs. Running to Laurance. My best friend. The boy I'm hopelessly in love with.

Whereisitwhereisitwhereisitwhereis--This is it! This is the room!

Without any hesitation, I knock on the door. There's shuffling heard on the other side and before I have a chance to rethink that maybe I got the room wrong, the door opens and his sky blue eyes stare back at me in shock. It's only been a week, but it feels like years have gone by, and seeing him again takes my breath away.

"Laurance!"

I throw my arms tightly around him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I can feel his heartbeat racing through his shirt and I know mine is, too.

"G...Garroth...?" he sputters in shock, wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm sorry," I mumble against him. "I'm so so so so sorry."

I pull back slightly, holding onto his shoulders at almost half my arm length.

"I was an idiot. A complete moron. I didn't realize how much I was ignoring you or how hard you were trying to get my attention. I'm actually the worst person ever for treating you like that. You're not holding me back, you're not a burden, and my life isn't better without you. It's worse! I can't stand not having you in my life. I...I need you, Laurance..."

He makes a relieved smile and I feel him tighten his grip around me.

"It's not your fault, Gar. I was overreacting. I should have just stayed and talked things out with you. I knew you weren't doing that on purpose, but I'm such a jealous and stubborn prick that I lashed out at the one person I knew I could always count on. I'm sorry I made you worry and come after me. I missed you so much and, dang it, I need you, too."

"Laurance." I rest my hand against his warm cheek. "You mean more to me than anyone else in my life. Aphmau, Dante, Travis, Blaze... Heck, even my own family it feels like. I can't live without you and if I ever were to lose you, I-I wouldn't know what to do with myself...and for the first time, I feel like I am picking favorites."

He stares at me with a starstruck look in his eyes, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks.

"You...You mean that?"

And I smile because this dork still has absolutely no idea of just how much he means to me. I know he'll never even come close to fully understand my feelings, but there's something that will at least help.

Something I haven't had the guts to admit I wanted.

Something I didn't know I needed until now.

Something that hasn't happened since that drunken night those many months ago.

So, pushing all fear and common sense aside, I lean forward and pull his lips to mine.

My heart leaps in my chest and I feel Laurance's in overdrive. We're both trying to force back smiles, but they slip free anyway.

I wrap both arms behind Laurance's neck, as if it's possible to pull him any closer. The same thought goes through his mind, too, I guess, because he does the same thing.

His lips are as soft as I remember, a slight taste of cherries corrupting everything I can possibly think.

How in the world have I survived so long without this?

Far too soon, we're forced to pull away. Our faces are both bright red and there's this spark in his eyes I have never seen before. I smile at him.

"Would I have done that if I didn't mean it?" I ask and the smile on his face grows, that shine in his eyes getting a little brighter.

It makes my heart soar.

"So are we gonna continue standing around, or are you gonna help me pack your bags?"

The wide smile turns into his infamous smirk: "Honestly, I wouldn't mind standing here for a little longer."

I roll my eyes, blushing, and he drags me by the wrist into his room. When he lets go, I take his hand.

And I don't plan on letting go again.