ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤❀

Day 7: Mr. Brightside

Addy's POV:

I smiled as I woke up, still cuddled up in Aimie's arms. I saw her eyes still closed lightly, and her few small freckles around them. Her nose twitched as I placed a small kiss on the tip of it. Her hair was in her face, and so I moved it out of the way and began to wrap a few of her wavy locks around my two fingers. There was no pink yet, only her natural brown, and now here's the pink, moving its way in between my fingers. It swayed as I twirled it, and I saw the morning sunlight shine on it, and through, on to my arm. 

I looked over to the window and saw the sun peek through, the light catching the dust particles that forever plagued my flat, as there was no way to banish all of them from all the space I have. It was beautiful actually, as her hair was in the foreground, blurry as I gazed at the ray. I had shades, but I didn't close them last night. She was too clingy and I was too tired to really worry about it. Normally I couldn't sleep unless they were closed, as I didn't want prying eyes watching me while I slept, but with Aimie? I felt safe enough to sleep with them wide open. I knew she would keep me safe. She's proved it time and time again. The time when she kissed me for the first time, that was to keep me safe. And I knew it. She was protecting me. And it worked, but now I still had her on my case, and maybe closer than ever. At least Toby was seeing about filing a restraining order on her for me. He knew I couldn't handle it. I'd of course, if we tried to do it, have to go to court and sit in front of her while we both say our pieces. The judge would rule in my favor, though. I have so much trauma because of her, and since Aimie and I found me a therapist, they've said that I have PTSD. I kinda knew it, but I never actually said it because it wasn't diagnosed. But here I am. 

I felt her arms wrap tighter around me. It was like when she protected me from that one fucking pigeon. Now, I don't know why, but I hate pigeons. I think they're weird, and disgusting. One was strutting up to me at the park while she drew something and I read a book. She pulled me close and told the pigeon to bugger off. But, the fact that she wanted to help, and not just dismiss my fear of pigeons really helped me see how different she is. I still occasionally thought that she would be just like Ella. Sweet at first, but then would want to torture me, run knives and hot metal down my back. I shook the thought away. No. You're safe Ads. You're not with that bitch. You're here with Aimie, the one who's going to protect you and hold you safe and sound. 

I looked away from the sun ray gleaming through the window, and buried my head into her shoulder. I placed light open mouthed kisses on her warm skin, trailing my way up to her head. She'd need to get up soon. I heard her say we had something to do today. Now, even though it was her off day, she still came to the theatre with me. She'd normally just sit on the sofa and watch tik toks, or chat with whatever standby was there. Normally it was Grace unless she was on for her. If not, it was probably Courtney. Vicki normally had Aims' days off too unless there was an emergency. I'd go on my off days if I wasn't cleaning the house or helping Mrs. Whittiker. I'd do the same, but scroll on instagram instead, and chat with Vicki or Grace. Courtney usually covered for me, so it was a bit of a toss up. I really didn't have much to do otherwise. I'd go shopping on one show days, and if we needed anything during the week, we could do it before shows, after shows, ect. It was a wonderful system, even if it seems a little chaotic to some. We were chaotic, so they can go suck a cactus.

"Mph," she let out a grumble as I kissed her cheek, and down her chin.

"Goodmorning love," I whispered.

"Mmghrghm," She grumbled and moved her head into my neck. 

"C'mon love, we need to wake up. I have to work, and we have to do something today, before the show, right?" I reminded her lightly.

"Yeah-" she took a deep breath and repositioned her head to rest on my forehead. 

"G'morning baby."