Lover

Chapter 22: Unsteady

I grab my keys and go straight to Nick's apartment.

I knock loudly until someone opens the door. It's Ava, she tiredly rubs her eyes I take advantage and push the door open letting myself in.

"Where's my letter Nick?" I ask going into the room. He's asleep. "Nick!" I yell, throwing pillows at him. "Where the fuck is my letter!" He gets up obviously alarmed by me.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He asks as he sits up. "What are you doing here?"

"Don't bullshit me, the letter Dylan gave you for me, where is it?" I say.

"Who?" He asks as he rubs his eyes.

"The guy you beat the fuck out of in college dumbass." I say throwing another pillow at him.

"Cub I have no idea wh-shit" he sighs I'm assuming he realizes what I'm talking about.

"Exactly." I say. "Give it to me."

"Why would you want to read that now?" He asks.

"Just give it to me." I say.

He goes to his office and unlocks a drawer. He digs through it before he brings out an envelope.

"All those months watching me cry and being miserable, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I angrily ask. "I thought you were better than that, but you're really not are you?" I say then snatch it and leave his apartment.

I get back to James' place and sit at the kitchen table staring at the letter.

Years of questions could be answered if I read this. The closure I longed for, all in this letter. I reach for the card and my phone dings. It's a text from Dylan.

Dylan: I'm sorry I made you upset tonight, that certainly wasn't my intention. I thought I could be your friend Katie, but seeing you again and making you laugh like I used to I found myself competing for your attention which was wrong and disrespectful to James. I know you're happy with him and I'm happy for you. I want to be your friend, but I just don't think I'll be able to anytime soon KitKat. You were my first too.

I leave the message on read and call James immediately.

"Hello?" He groggily answers.

"Jimmy come home please." I beg.

"What?" He asks clearly still disoriented.

"Can you please come home. I'm sorry for tonight. I don't want to sleep alone." I beg.

"Okay baby, I'm on my way." He says.

"I love you."

"I love you too." He replies, making my heart beat faster.

I put my phone down and stare at the letter. I reach for it and decide to put it away in a drawer in our room. I change into pajamas and anxiously wait for James.

"Hey." He tiredly says walking into our bedroom.

"Hi." I smile opening my arms out to him. He turns the lights off before coming to me. He lays between my legs resting his head above my chest.

"I'm sorry." I whisper as I run my hand through his hair.

"Me too." He says. "I shouldn't run away from you when we fight." He adds.

"I shouldn't have acted the way I did." I admit.

"It was a normal response. I just got scared."

"Of what?" I ask.

"I don't know, I feel like you two have a bond."

"We did, a long time ago." I say. "And now I found myself in an even better one." I say making him smile. "That's what I like to see."