blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 78

I'm not sure at which point in the night I dozed off to the overrated television series, but I did. When I finally open my eyes, still tired from sleep, I realize that Jax and I are still on the living room floor. The only difference: I'm on top of his heated body. He looks so peaceful sleeping. Though I'm a hundred percent sure nothing happened between us after we fell into our sugar comas, I can't help the wrongfulness that surfaces from being slightly on top of him.

"Hey, you," he mutters still half-asleep, his eyes blinking slowly.

I blush deeply embarrassed at our position. He doesn't seem bothered by it, so I guess I really shouldn't either. Right? Chuckling, he lifts his clothed torso up slowly, resting on his elbows.

"Stop freaking, Park. Everything's fine. Just two friends enjoying each other's company. It's no big deal," he breathes, smiling at me. He's so gentle. Everything about him is overwhelmingly innocent.

"Harry must really have you whipped," he jokes after silence falls, causing me to blush. I don't answer, because to some point it's true.

"Come on. Let's get you home before you break curfew."

I PROMISED Harry that I'd stay a night or two with him earlier today. We haven't really had any time alone together lately. Sure, a little less than a week ago, we were inseparable, but since then life has been anything but easy on him work-wise. I'm still not sure what it is exactly that he does, but whatever it is, it seems never ending. So, I'm having Jax to drop me off at his flat instead of my house. At this point, it's honestly useless for me to live under the same roof as Kate and Alex anymore. I'm never home.

"Thanks for spending time with me. I had a lot of fun," Jax states, slowing the car down to a stop.

"Thanks for wanting to hang out with me," I begin awkwardly.

"I'm really not that interesting."

"Well," he starts, taking off his hat momentarily to run a hand through his hair.

"I think you're a blast."

His smile is cheeky and his face dorky. He seems to always know how to make a situation a lot less awkward.

"I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning?"

Nodding my head, I climb out of the truck with ease and slam the door softly. He doesn't move the vehicle an inch until I'm at the top of Harry's staircase, knocking on the door. With a final wave goodbye, Jax zooms down the road with ease. I should really just get his extra key. Harry's always complaining about how he's constantly losing his house key. If he wasn't so young, I'd fear for him developing the same mental illness his mom suffers. Life is unpredictable. He doesn't respond right away- well, he doesn't respond at all.

Is he home?

I shoot him a quick text slightly worried. He promised he'd be here tonight as soon as I got back from hanging out with Jax. Out of options, I twist the knob to his apartment to find that the door is open.

What?

I grow extremely nervous at the revelation already conjuring up the worst. Afraid of what I'll see behind the door, I open it slowly subconsciously holding my breath in the meanwhile. Once the door is fully opened, his apartment is in its normal condition. Everything looks fine with the exception of his dark briefs lying on the living room floor. Rolling my eyes, I continue further inside, closing the door behind me and pick up the dirty underwear. I head straight to the kitchen, still unaware of where the tall boy is. He honestly probably just went out to grab a bit to eat or something.

His fridge, as usual, is void of any sign of nutrients. It's like he doesn't even try! I wrote him a list of essential groceries that every person living on their own should have, and yet I see none of it in the small fridge.