Falling for my roommate

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She stayed seated on the couch, staring at Conor's still body. It had been two hours since Thomas had dropped her off, now she was simply making the most of the time that she had with her brother.

She kept his hand held in hers, stroking it gently. "I'm really sorry, please wake up, for me," She whimpered quietly.

"I love you," she said again, feeling his hand twitch.

She sighed, staring down at him, her heart feeling heavy.

"You were right about Dylan," She told him, "He cheated on me, so you better wake up so you can say I told you so."

A throat cleared at the door and she looked up at Thomas, who was smiling gently at her.

"You ready to go?" He asked gently, standing beside her.

She nodded slowly, a tear falling down her cheek. "Just look at him, lying there. He looks so peaceful, and yet he doesn't even know that I love him. What if I never get to tell him I love him? He'll die thinking I hate him," she whimpered.

He shook his head, kneeling down in front of her as she was sitting on a seat, "Hey, don't say that. He knows you love him and he loves you too, and you will get to tell each other that again."

He grabbed her free hand and pulled her up as she sobbed loudly.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her to his car, where he once again opened the door and helped her in before closing it after her.

He quickly drove home, trying to stop her from overthinking anything.

"How about you go have a relaxing bath and I'll make you a nice dinner, you've lost a lot of weight," he told her as they walked into the apartment.

She immediately noticed Preston on the couch and smiled awkwardly at him, as to which he returned.

"Yeah, I guess that'll work," she mumbled.

They both watched her walk into her bedroom and sighed simultaneously.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Thomas asked quietly as he walked into the kitchen.

Preston nodded, "She's a strong girl, judging by the fact that her father used to beat her and she still managed to bring herself back from that trauma, I think she'll be just fine."

Thomas stared at him, wide eyed, "How do you know about that?"

"Conor told me when I told him I wasn't an idiot and I knew she didn't run into a pole when she came back with a black eye. I also said I'd kill whoever it was that hurt her, so he just told me."

He raised his eyebrows, "You know, for someone who claims to not like her, you sure do seem to care about her a lot."

Preston shrugged, "Well, so do you."

He narrowed his eyes at his cousin, "And what about bringing her home from the party? You wouldn't just leave a hot girl to bring someone you don't like home."

Preston shook his head as he watched Thomas chop up some red peppers, "Just because I don't like her doesn't mean I want her to get hurt. Her brother is my best friend and she's your roommate."

Thomas shrugged gently, "I don't know, I think perhaps you do like her. You're just too stubborn to admit that."

Preston rolled his eyes, "She's upset okay, we're all feeling like shit because of Conor, he's a great guy, but if I was in her position and it was you in a coma, I certainly wouldn't want to leave your side, so I get where she's coming from. This could possibly be the worst way to lose someone."

He nodded in reply, realizing Preston was right.

Soon enough Charlotte walked into the kitchen in some fresh clothes and with wet hair that had been braided.

"Alright, it's time for you to be amazed at my cooking skills," Thomas told her, sitting her at the table and placing a plate with a salad on it in front of her.

She ate it slowly, not having much of an appetite as Thomas walked out of the room, leaving her alone with Preston.

An awkward silence overtook them before Preston spoke up. "So, it's good to see that you don't smell anymore."

She glared gently at him as he shrugged, smirking slightly. "You know, he's going to wake up. The doctor said they didn't know when he was going to wake up, so that means that he will, it just might take a while."

She nodded, feeling slightly comforted by his words. "Let's hope so."

•••

It had been three weeks since Charlotte had been taken home by Thomas. She was coping with everything a lot better by now, and she was visiting Conor once or twice a week.

She was going back to classes, and her professor completely understood why she was out and told her he'd give her extra classes so she could catch up on the work she missed, and her boss told her to take off as much time as she needed.

"So, how would you feel about buying me a burger?" Jordan asked with a smirk.

Charlotte rolled her eyes and handed him some money as he ran off like a little kid to buy himself some food.

"You need to get a job," she shouted after him, shaking her head.

She got into Thomas's car, who was smirking at her, "That's the fifth time in a row you've had to pay for his food."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah well, he keeps spending his money on pointless things and wasting it."

He chuckled slightly, "Yeah that seems like him."

They spent the evening talking about whatever they could think of, until eventually they both fell asleep on the couch.