Your Perfect.. (Jacob whitesides fan fiction)

Chapter 3;

"I'm ready to sleep." I said walking next to Jacob. "you can sleep on the way home. You'll be fine." Jacob says looking around to see if any security guards are around. Usually the security guards won't mind if they see seniors ditching but there's this new security guard and he is just a freaking pain. I can't breathe. "j-jacob I-i can't breathe. Slow down please." I say almost falling on the ground but Jacob catches me. "I'm sorry. I'll slow down. I'm so sorry. I love you I'm sorry." Jacob says carrying me bridal style. More and more as we get closer to Jacob's car I get tired. I fall asleep. When I wake up I'm in my room, for a second I thought Jacob didn't think I died but then I look around my room and I'm surrounded by random family members. Thanks Jacob just what I needed. When I say I cant breathe having a bunch of people surrounding me doesn't make it better. "Oh my little Ella I thought you died! Thank the heavens above us!"  "grandma.. I haven't died...yet" I say saying the last word quietly. Jacob heard what I said and he gave me a stern look of dissapointment. I mouthed I'm sorry. He walked out of my room. My mom looks at me and gestures for my relatives to leave the room. Jacob walks in as the rest leave, my last relative closes my door shut. "Why would you say that? Sorry for saying this but that was stupid of you to say." Jacob says while pacing the room.  "I'm sorry but it just came out of my mouth. It's not like I'm never going to die! This isn't neverland Jacob, this is reality and if you can't face reality then I don't know what you're going to do." I say raising my voice. "I am in reality! That's why I'm not in denial about your condition. When I say I love you, that's reality. Did you think when I say that it's fantasy? I mean it Ella.. I do, and for you to not to say that's real.. How do you think that makes me feel?  Ella it hurts me."  I stand up and get inches away from Jacobs face. "I know you love me.. I love you more than you can even imagine. Not as a care giver, but as my significant other. Jacob I love you. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I truly am, i just hate being like this." I say looking down at my body and gas tank. Jacob puts his index finger under my chin and pulls my face up to his face. Our lips half an inch apart. I look into his eyes and to his lips and back to his eyes. "I love you Ella Marsha Steinson. I love you." Jacob says as our lips meet softly and passionately. "I love you Jacob Michael Whitesides." I say saying while our lips are still together.