innocent | ethan dolan

fifteen

he liked me when i didn't even like me

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violet's pov;

I walk into the kitchen, the smell of waffles filling the air. That was a sign that my dad was home. I walk into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes.

"Hey dad," I say, opening my eyes as I bumped into the counter. I look down and laugh to myself. I am a real idiot. I heard a deep chuckle and my eyes shoot up.

"I prefer daddy," I hear a familiar voice as Ethan turned around and faced me, his lips curling into a smirk. I felt my cheeks burn at the small comment.

Shit! He stayed over last night? I totally forgot.

"Why are you still here?" I asked, looking at him. His hair was messy and he was wearing a black vest along with shorts.

"Well, last night, you fell asleep and as I was about to leave, your dad came home and said to stay over. I slept on the couch," he said pointing towards it. I look and see a messy blanket and pillow sprawled across it.

Ethan looked at me, handing me a plate with a waffle and Nutella and bananas spread across it.

"How do you know I love this?" I ask, in shock.

"Wild guess." he shrugs, smirking lightly. My dad came into the kitchen a bright smile on his face as he breathed in.

"Ethan, you didn't have to cook." my dad says, surprised.

"It's okay, Mr LaMont, I wanted to." he says, giving my dad a plate as well.

"Please, call me Jayden." he says. Ethan nods lightly before he sat down on a stool next to me, digging into his own. I stare at him; why was he still here?

"Staring is rude." Ethan says, as he takes another bite. He doesn't even bother looking at me. I shake my head, laughing.

"He's right." my dad chimes in.

We chat generally for a while but it felt really weird with Ethan being casual. After we finished eating, I load the dishwasher and go to my room. Ethan follows me to collect his stuff.

"Why did you stay over?" I ask.

"I told you. You're dad said to." he says, picking up his bag.

"No Ethan." I stare at him, saying nothing. He stops moving around and looks at me.

"You never stay over down a girl's house after just messing around. Let alone meeting parents. You usually find a way to sneak out." I say, folding my arms.

He comes closer to me, "Look, I stayed because he asked alright? Nothing more. You fell asleep last night after well, you know." he says raising an eyebrow. I don't know why but I felt a pang in my chest. I guess lowkey, I thought he wanted to himself.

I take a deep breath and stare at him for a few minutes longer, before I heard his phone ping.

He takes it out of his pocket, checking.

"Look, I'll see you tonight okay? I gotta go." he says, putting his phone back into his pocket.

"Tonight?" I question.

"Yeah, your dad's dropping you off so that you have time to settle in." he says.

"Oh okay." I say.

"What? Were you expecting something else?" he smirks.

"Maybe." I smirk.

"Too bad baby." he frowns playfully.

"You didn't even help me yesterday." I say, rolling my eyes.

He comes closer to my ear, his hit breath fanning against my neck. "Bad girls don't get what they want." he says softly. I let out a shaky breath as he bends down taking his shirt off my floor.

"Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm late and Alicia is going to kill me." he says.

"Alicia?" I question, my heart sinking as he said those words.

"Yeah, I forgot. We were supposed to hang out yesterday but I forgot so I gotta make it up to her." he says. He throws on zip-on hoodie and throws his bag over his shoulder.

I look to the floor. How did I forget that we weren't anything more than friends? We were actually barely friends, if I was being completely honest.

"What's wrong?" he asks, detecting my sudden mood change almost immediately.

"Nothing. Have fun on your date." I give him a fake smile. He stared at me for a few seconds, his eyes almost seeing completely through me. His phone lets out another ping and he checks.

"See you later," he says, before kissing my forehead. He runs out of my room and I stare after him. I feel a tear rolling down my cheek. I don't know why.

Maybe because I felt too guilty because I was breaking a relationship.

Maybe it was because I wanted him to myself.

Or maybe it was because he was the only person who liked the way I was.

He loved my body even though I didn't love myself.

Maybe that was the moment when I realised that I had developed feelings for him.

a/n: ffs violet, you're doomed, i hope you know that.

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lots of love and d,
-N