Crumbling Love

Part 4.

Recap; 

“But we do need to talk.”

“About what?”

“Those text messages you’ve been getting, don’t lie because I’ve seen them. I used your phone to call an ambulance and I saw the text. How long has it been going on and how many have you got?”

“Err….since I saw the camera in the bathroom.”

“So it seems you have a stalker.”

“But who.”

“I guess this will be our little mission” He winked. Making butterflies flutter in my stomach.

 The next day, I was told by the doctor that I can go home at last but I won’t be going home, I’ll be staying with James for a few weeks so he can keep an eye on me and find out who this stalker is.

“Here you go,” James said holding the door for me to walk in. I’ve been to his flat once and it’s bigger than mine; it has 3 bedrooms, a en suite and a big kitchen and lounge. That’s what you get when you have been working with mi6 for like ten years. I’ve only been working there for 4 years.

“I’m thinking of ordering a takeaway, is that alright?” James asked.

“Yeah sure, is it alright if I have a lie down please, feeling slightly dizzy.”

“Of course you can, shout if you need me or anything”

I smiled and walked towards my room, my feelings towards James has increased. The way he has been so caring, protective. He’s just…wonderful. And I think I’m falling for him...

I can’t though.

It’s wrong if I fall for him.

Last time I fell for someone, I got hurt badly. 

He cheated on me.

-Flash back- 

I was walking towards my boyfriend’s house, he’s name was Clark. He was a sweet guy, Brown short hair, blue eyes, gorgeous smile, he was perfect. I never understood why we went for me, loads of girls try to get with him but he never would look at them like that at all. We had been dating for about a year and a half now and so far it was looking alright. 

I reached Clark’s front door, I had my own key so I let myself in.

“Hello” I shouted.

Nothing.

“Clark?”

Nothing. 

So I sat down and turned the telly on until he arrived. Suddenly there was a big bang upstairs.

So I walked slowly upstairs.

And there was sound from the bedroom.

I slowly opened the door. And there was Clark, fully naked with my best friend at the time Emily, who was also naked. 

“WHAT THE FUCK?”I cried. 

“Holy shi- Baby it’s not what it looks like?” Clark replied, totally shocked.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, YOUR FUCKING THAT SLUT.”

“How dare you call me slut, you seen yourself?”

After that comment, I punched that slut and kicked Clark in the… well you get the point and simply walked out.

Since that day I moved away from that town and moved to London and became a top agent.

There was a knock on my bedroom door, which drew me out of my thoughts. I was so in to my thoughts, I didn’t know I was crying so I wiped away the fallen tear and open to the door to James. 

“Hey, the takeaway is here, thought to wake you up. You were asleep for an hour.” He said.

“thanks.” I simply said and made my way towards the table.

After we ate in silence, we decided to watch a movie together. Not sure what we were watching because I suddenly started thinking about James. Well when I say James, I was comparing to him and Clark. 

James is smart, sarcastic, caring, a total flirt.

Clark he was smart, caring, protective and a cheater.

Not sure how long I was thinking because James starting talking to me, so I moved to look at him whilst he did the same.

“Are you ok? You’ve been in quite a lot of deep thought since you’ve been out.”

“Yeah, just think about my past.”

“Oh.”

“yeah.” I looked away.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Err.. It’s just about my ex.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s must be like 4 years since I broke up with him. He cheated on me with my so called best friend. I caught them in his bed fully naked and he said it’s not what it looks like. I called Emily a slut and I punched her and kicked him and walked off. Never saw him again. He doesn’t know I moved to London, well I don’t think so.”

“He’s sounds like a prick.”

“Yeah he is.”

“Well, I would never do that to you.” James said setting those butterflies in my stomach to flutter.

“Thanks” I blushed.

Then I started to lean in, and he did the same. Our lips were inches a part.

“Can I?” I whispered 

“Of course” he replied.

Our lips touch and we then were in sync.

5 minutes later we pulled away; he grabbed my hand and took me towards his bedroom.