Give Me Back Whats Mine ➳ David Dobrik

Chapter Thirteen ➳ Maybe It Was The Girl Holding My Hand

DAVID

It was 3 am and sleep was yet to envelope me.

My days were so full. So vibrant. So hectic. Usually by the time my head hit the pillow somewhere after midnight, sleep overtook me rapidly.

And yet, it was 3 am and I was still wide awake, barely able to keep my eyes shut.

This was the fourth night in a row this had happened.

I felt terribly alive. And I only meant terribly in the sense that I knew I had to be awake in less than four hours, our flight to New York in less than five.

I needed to sleep. But my body had other ideas. Every time I tried to close my eyes and quiet my mind, my thoughts instantly went to Natalie.

She was like an electric jolt to my nervous system.

The inside of my eyelids were painted with images of her and I.

In the shower, on her bed, kissing, touching. The feeling of her straddled across my lap was burned into my mind and was way too much for me to handle. The way she looked in the shower, glowing, her cheeks flushed red from the warm water, mine flushed red because of her.

I just couldn't stop my mind from going there.

Maybe this just means we're a couple of friends who like to kiss from time to time.

We hadn't kissed since that night, almost like both of us were afraid to make the first move. At least I knew I was.

What did it all mean?

Could we just be friends who liked to kiss every now and then? Was there such a thing?

All I knew was that anything more than that was terrifying. Not the idea of us together. Though it was a crazy thought, it wasn't an entirely unpleasant one. It was the idea of what came after. What if it didn't work out? Our friendship would be destroyed, this life we'd built together would be gone.

And everything that I do - everything my life is - I don't know how to do that without her anymore.

A knock at my bedroom door pulled me from the depths of my mind.

Natalie walked in quietly, smiling down at me before shuffling into the empty spot on my bed.

'I finally finished packing.' She said with a content sigh.

I watched her take off her glasses before making herself comfortable under the blankets, her eyes sliding shut.

We'd gone back to sharing a bed. She seemed to prefer it that way. And I didn't mind it either.

'Nat.' I said, rolling onto my side to face her.

'Hmmm?' She mumbled, her eyes still shut.

'I can't sleep.'

She sighed again, this time more annoyed then content.

She opened her eyes to look at me. 'David, we have to be up in like three and a half hours. We need to sleep.'

'But, I can't.'

'Why?'

'I don't know.' I lied. How was I supposed to tell her that she was the reason?

She huffed this time, sitting back up. 'Well, what do you want me to do about it?'

'You wanna go for a drive?' I asked her, trying for my most persuasive smile.

'Seriously?' She asked. 'I'm in my pyjamas.'

'So?' I shook my head. 'Come on, it will be fun. I'll take you for a burger!'