Julian De Vizio - The One That Got Away

"It Was Verging On Impossible" (Part 15)

NOTE: Contains mild sex scene, if you don't feel comfortable reading it, then skip the second last paragraph. Besides that, do enjoy <3

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Ever since Julian left there had been a massive blur in my mind between reality and fantasy. It had become extremely difficult to determine what had actually happened from what I’d wanted to happen. I guess it all started simply as a coping mechanism, as I preferred to live a lie than remain hurt. But now it was almost impossible to shake and made my life rather difficult.

My heart was racing as I woke up. Julian had come all this way, on his birthday, to see me. He was sorry for every single miniscule act that had harmed me, and hopefully still loved me. I couldn’t believe it, after all this time I actually stood a chance. Life suddenly seemed much pleasanter. Fucking finally.

It was night time; I figured Julian must have placed me in my bed after I’d fainted. I smiled. Weeks had passed since I’d smiled properly, but thinking of Julian allowed it to return. Every cute memory from our past relationship flooded my mind like a beam of sunlight on a cold day. My prince was back, and I planned to spend every millisecond with him.

As I made my way downstairs I took the time to calm myself. Deep down I knew he was the exact same person, but I suppose everything just felt unusual. My boyfriend – if we did get back together – was famous around Australia. Like, what the fuck. I guess it was just something I was going to have to get used to, because he was the love of my life.

“Julian?”

My voice echoed in my empty house as I frantically searched.

“Hello? Julian?”

If he was playing games this wasn’t funny, I’d already had to live months without his company.

“Julian? Are you there?”

My voice caught as my eyes skimmed across the front of my house. His car was gone. Fuck. This was one of those reality versus fantasy moments. Absolutely nothing made sense, not even close to it.

“Julian?!?”

Bitter silence wrapped around me as I fought back my tears. Why the fuck was I subjecting myself to further suffering? I’d lost him, and it hurt, surely that was enough. I collapsed onto my couch as the tears I’d tried desperately to hold in gushed down my face. Apparently it wasn’t enough.

My hands grasped at my body as I struggled to get myself together. I honestly thought this time Julian really was here, it had felt so real. But no, it was merely another dream in the pile of hundreds I’d had over the past months. Julian would come back, we’d fall into a deeper love, and the rest would be history. My hands trembled as my nails dug into my skin. My god, I was falling apart.

“Elena?”

My mind spun as his voice became audible. It was all in my head, he wasn’t here. I dug my head deeper into the shadow of my arms.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong? What’s happened?”

I felt a second pair of hands on my body. No, it couldn’t be. I mean, I had been making things up in my mind, but to feel his touch and it not be real? It was verging on impossible. My head emerged from my arms to spot Julian crouching in front of me.

“Julian?”

He took me into his arms, “It’s okay, I’m here.”

Yeah, this was reality; no one could just picture being between arms like that. Though, with the amount of times I’d fantasised about him, I suppose it could be a possibility.

“I thought I’d dreamt it Julian. I mean, you’re really here aren’t you? This is real?”

His eyes met mine as he brushed away the stray hairs from my face. Our chemistry was undeniable, I wanted him so bad. My body shuddered as he plunged his lips deep into mine. Fuck, it was almost like being reunited with an overwhelming addiction. His tongue met mine as he pulled our bodies closer. This was pure bliss.

Completely out of breath we pulled away. “Did that feel real?”

My smile couldn’t have been big enough; Julian was here, we were alone in my house, and fuck me I wanted him so fucking badly!

I slammed him onto my bed, giggling as I pinned him down. His eyes flickered over my body with a hint of desperation in them; he wanted this as much as I did. I mean, after months apart you could cut our sexual tension with a fucking knife. I frantically ripped at his shirt; he couldn’t be naked soon enough! Our tongues collided into one another playfully, as he revealed his stomach. I broke apart to catch a glimpse and my eyes instantly lit up. Holy fuck Julian was sexy. No, that didn’t even cover it, he was the fucking sex! His arms snaked around me as he lifted us, smashing me against the wall. Shit, Julian was strong. I sighed as he nibbled on the side of my neck. This was heaven!

“Sex! Now!” My groan was demanding; I knew what I wanted.

He hesitated, removing his hands from my thighs. “Are you sure?”

Fuck, Julian, the amount of time I’d waited for this.

“Get the rest of your fucking clothes off now!”

Our fingers entwined as we spooned in my bed. Smiles plagued both our faces. That was by far the best sex ever; I was still out of breath. Julian played with my hair as I drifted to sleep, though it seemed distant, as my mind remained focused on the one thing that was left unanswered.

“So, with X Factor and what not, where does that leave us?”