Five Feet Closer- Sequel to Five Feet Apart-

STELLA

Time Skip: Three Months Later:

Its been three months. Will and I have been inseparable, and for me, life couldn't get any better. Our moms are practically best friends now, and Cray is doing his best to be a present father in Will's life. Will was reluctant at first, and it took a while for him to warm up to his father. Things aren't perfect, but there's progress.

My parents are back together. My dad lives in our house now, and we're a family again. But, my mother wants it to expand a bit. Not like she wants to have another kid. No way.

She wants Will to pop the question. You know, the question. I always tell her that its way too soon, but she keeps saying that its gonna happen.

That's the thing. I'm scared that it will happen. I don't want to loose him. I don't want to die. I don't want him to die. But it's inevitable. I try not to think about it, but those thoughts always seem to run in my brain. On repeat. I'm scared to love someone that I'm bound to loose.

I know it. I've known it. I love him. I'm in love with Will Newman. And that's gonna be the death of me.

* * *

"Stell!" Will opened the front door slowly. "You here?"

"Yeah," I set my water down on the counter, making my way to the door.

Will smiles at me, kicking the door closed with his foot. "I thought I'd stop by." Will holds out a plastic bag. "I brought you something."

"Will," I groan, chuckling. "You've been bringing me stuff every single time you come over. You don't have too."

"Ah," Will shakes his finger at me. " But I want too."

I roll my eyes and grab the bag. I give Will a quick kiss, before walking back to the counter.

I set the bag down. I peek inside, and pull out a black stuffed cat with green eyes. I turn to Will. "You are too much."

Will winks at me. "I know you love it."

"What? You, or the cat?"

"Stop being difficult," Will whines, pulling me to his body.

I crane my neck to look at him. When our eyes meet, I stick my tongue out at him. He pulls a shocked expression, before sticking his tongue out too.

I laugh, pulling away. "You win."

"Anyway," Will pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket. "I have something for you."

I raise my eyebrows. "Again?"

Will bites his lip nervously. He hands me the paper. I open it cautiously. After a minute, my jaw drops.

Will didn't.

"Oh my god," I drop the paper on the floor. "You didn't..."

"Yeah," Will clears his throat. "If you don't want too, I can-"

"Shut up!" I cut him off, trying to reel in my excitement.

"Do you wanna go?"

"Of course!" I throw my arms around his neck. "I cant believe it."

Will booked us a flight to Europe.

Will booked us a flight to Europe.

"I thought we could go to the Sistine Chapel," Will gestures to the painting Poe gave me, that was hanging on the wall. "And the Vatican."

"Yes, yes, yes!" I laugh, kissing him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Love. Feels good now, but love is the thing that will kill me. Not Cystic Fibrosis.

I pick the paper up off of the floor. "So our flight is in two days?"

Will nods. "Yep."

I smile. "I cant wait."

Will kisses me softly. "I know."