It's always you- Adam driver

Six

Me and Adam where sat in the couch with the tv on and I was dodging my mums calls. "You do realise we're gonna have to redecorate", I say. "Maybe some pink over there".

"I don't think so". He says lifting me up.

"Get rid of the grey, pit some yellow in". I laugh and he lifts me higher running around his apartment. "Purple".

"No no no", he says in a funny voice. "I should never of let you move in".

"Shall I move back out? I could find my toxic mother", I say and he puts me back down. I never realised before but when he's not holding me I feel like I'm missing something. "Adam".

"Liz". I put out my arms and he just looks confused. Like he's wondering why I wanted him close. "You want a hug?", he asks I nod. He comes back over and wraps his arms around me and I try to make my hand touch around him. "You're gonna be okay". He says and I squeeze him.

"I just like having you here", I say. I feel him take a deep breath like he was melting into me and I couldn't let go.

I never realised until now how I felt about him. He's done all he can to keep me safe and happy and I think I love him for it.

"I have an award show next month, I'm not telling you which one it is because I know you'll freak out but I want you to come with me", he says and I squeeze him tighter before pulling away. "I couldn't go on my own because I wouldn't be able to find my seat and I'd get lost", He says making me laugh.

"I would love to go but I need to know which one it is so I can find a dress", I say. "Is it big or small?".

"Hmmm I would say it's widely known", he had his arms around my Waist and I had mine around his neck. I had never properly looked into his eyes until now and I could see colours I've never seen before. "What". He smiles.

"I'm just looking", I say softly brushing my hand on the side of his face. "Is it the emmys?", I ask.

"How did you know?".

"I saw the invitation pop up when I was looking for restraints on your phone last week", I say and he hangs his head back.

Our laughter died down when my phone started ringing. I sigh and pick out my phone. "Well it's not my mum", I say seeing the unknown number. "Hello?".

"Lizzie", I hear a guys voice. British. Dark. "Bet you wouldn't think you'd hear from me again, what has it been a year now?".

"Jack?".

"Aw you remember my name, so I hear you're in New York. Your mum told me, maybe i have to find you", he says and I end the call.

"What is it?", Adam asks. "Who's jack?".

"He was my boyfriend when I was 18 for a year, he was part of the reason I moved here. Worst person I ever met", I put my phone down and sit on a chair. "He was 20 at the time, he would be involved in these gangs sort of, beating people up for money and selling drugs. He just wasn't the sort you'd want be around, but obviously I was stupid and thought that was love. I finally realised after a year that I was done with him".

"What does he want?".

"Well on my 19th birthday I was alone in my house. My dad was at the hospital getting checks and I was waiting for my friends to come over, it was around 3pm and i must of fallen asleep. All I know is I woke up in hospital, the police ran it as an incident made by me but the way Jack would look when I mentioned it I just felt it. I mean I hadn't left anything on and it started at the door, they said it was a candle".

"So you think Jack did it?".

"I know Jack did it. He told me months later so I phoned the police and he didn't like that. Nothing happened to him but he told he'd find me again".

"Should we tell someone? I mean he's ringing you", he seemed concerned.

"He can't do anything, he doesn't know where I live now. He just knows my old address. Mum told him".

"Okay, tonight me and you are going to a restaurant, me and you together. We're gonna forget about everything for one night".

"You don't have to do that, we can just-".

"Eliza, I want to go out with you tonight, I want to see you in a pretty dress and show you off to everyone", he says making me smile. "Okay?".

"Yeah Okay. So should I get ready now or?".

"Yes get ready now", he says pointing to my room.

I run off to my room and look through my boxes of clothes for a dress and some shoes.

"Is this gonna take hours?", I hear a shout from the door. I already had my dress on and my hair was curled from today so I just had to do my makeup.

"20". I say.

I did the basic. Foundation, bronzer, mascara and I added Red lipstick to match my black dress.
I put on small red heels and open the door. "I hope you're dressing Nice too", I say. "Hey You did", I see him in a shirt and tie.

"Well you look beautiful".

"Thankyou", I smile. "You really think?".

"You know you look beautiful", he takes my hand. "Let's go".

We walk down to the block and wait for our ride. I look around the street and down waiting for it to drive up. Then I see him.

Jack. I shut my eyes and open them to see he was gone. My mind was playing tricks on me.

"You okay?", Adam asks still holding my hand.

"I'm fine, just distracted". I say and he gives me a reassuring squeeze.

"I have to go out of town next week", he says. "Three days".

"Wednesday?", I ask.

"I leave the Tuesday. So I'm missing your birthday. But I promise when I get back we can go out or stay in and do something".

"Can you believe I haven't even made any friends since being here", I say and he coughs. "Expect you obviously".

"Here get in", he opens the car door for me. "We're gonna go to the restaurant and then I need to tell you something but I'm deciding if I should tell you after I get back next week".

"No", I whine. "You have to tell me now, you have to you have to". I poke at him and he laughs.

"Not yet".

"Not yet. Okay. Well before you leave", the car pulls up and we get out. "Fancy". I say.

We walk in and are seated at the back. "I really enjoy being around you", he says. "You make me feel a lot fucking happier than I have in a while".

"I make you happy?", I ask. I don't think I ever felt like I make someone happy. "Are you sure it's me?".

"Why do you put yourself down?".

"So you don't", I take a drink. "I guess".

"I would never do that. You're a fucking amazing person, I wish you could see that", I try to hide a smile.

"What are you ordering?".