I Cant Help Falling For You

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Millie POV

I see Noah's nervousness around me, but I wonder why its like this. Why do we have to be afraid of this side of our relationship? Why must we be scared of love? Why can't we accept that we might just be in love with each other, but too fearful to say or show it? As his eyes fly away, along with the comfort of his arm around me, I feel myself tense and I feel my eyebrows furrow.
For the rest of the night, we don't share words.
The ride back to the Uber is long and painful, full of our publicist trying to create small talk, even when they know that we aren't particularly in the mood for it. I try to be polite, but I can't stop thinking about Noah.
Why are we so afraid of each other?
I look to his side of the Uber, as he is next to me.
Will we ever make it past this barrier of fear?
Can we ever love each other the way we both know we want to?
Would we ever be brave enough for the challenge?
We arrive at the hotel room and Noah immediately changes and goes to his bed. His eyes are shut, but I know he isn't sleeping.
"Noah." I say softly.
He doesn't budge.
He's afraid.
"Noah! I want to talk to you." I say in my softest voice possible.
"Not right now, Millie." He offers.
I caress his hair gently.
"Please?" I say as politely as I can muster.
His eyes open, and he sits up in his bed. I walk up and sit next to him, both of us looking at the ceiling fan spinning in endless circles.
"Noah." I say, still watching the fan.
"Yeah." He says lazily, as if he doesn't have the energy to try for me any longer.
"This fan. Its our friendship." I reply unexpectedly. He drags his eyes off of the fan to reach mine.
"Uh... What?"