I Need You To Fix Me (A Sebastian Stan Story) Book 2

Stars

A/N: DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE QUOTES USED OR THE FAULT IN OUR STARS. I DO OWN MY OC AND PLOTLINE.

'I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.'

We went on our date.

I'm in love. I, Reader, am in love with Sebastian Stan. I'm lying with him on the lawn, staring at the stars above. I can feel my mouth contorted into a Cheshire Cat-esque grin. Reader, I am so happy, I swear I may burst into song at any moment. Most likely Amy Winehouse.

Beneath my fingertips I can feel tendrils of grass. I know at that moment I want to kiss Sebastian Stan, under the stars. I don't care that I have only known him for a few hours. I am in love with him and I'm pretty sure that he's in love with me. How do I know? Because he told me. I want to hear him say it again. I want to film him saying it so I can watch the clip over and over again. I want his words tattooed over my heart and mine over his. I-

"Valerian?"

I love the way he says my name, it makes my spine tingle and lips want to form a shy smile. I can't not smile as I stare at the star spangled sky. I love him. I feel his fingers entwine with mine as I turn my head towards him. I watch him carefully as he looks at the stars above, mesmerised by their costellations.

"I love you." he says it again. Sebastian could sense my gaze upon his face, so he turns his focus away from the stars and upon me, a broad grin spreading across his lips as he does.

"I love you too."

"'I know nothing with certainty but the sight of the stars make me dream.'" he murmurs, bringing his lips to mine.

As soon as his lips connected with mine, I melted into his embrace. I feel his fingers tangle into my locks, tugging them ever so slightly.

Slipping my fingers through his belt loop, I pulled him closer, smirking against his lips as I do. "I love you." I say again, I want to keep on saying it.

"I love you too." Sebastian holds me so gently and kisses me so tenderly,

Sebastian groans in satisfaction as I plant tantilising kisses across his jaw, which is so chisled, I wish that I could take a photograph and keep it with me at all times.

Finally, we have to break away due to a pesky thing called oxygen. We're still in each others arms but instead we have our foreheads together, our now chapped lips inches apart. "Damn, you're beautiful." Sebastian kissed me lightly on my raw mouth.

"Thank you." I look at him through my eyelashes.

My name is Valerian Contance Ramona Cassanova and I am suffering with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. My family died in a car accident. I miss them. Every. Single. Day. My ex-boyfriend used to beat me. I have been visiting Doctor Miles everyday for two years after I had a nervous breakdown in the middle of Starbucks. I like sitting on the back lawn of my house and looking up at the stars. A bit like Hazel Grace. I like to lose myself in their glow and vastness. My favourite song is Valerie by Amy Winehouse, I listen to it everyday on my iPod whenever I feel overwhelmed. I like stars and I am in love with Sebastian Stan.

'I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.'

A/N: QUESTION OF THE DAY: HOW DO YOU THINK SEBASTIAN IS GOING TO PROPOSE TO VALERIAN?