Apartment

Apartment // Nine.

"Wow," he says looking at me in disbelief "how is this possible? You're even more gorgeous than I remember." My fist tightens and my jaw locks, maybe just maybe it's because I don't need to cover up my bruises, which you left, anymore.
But I don't speak my mind, because he too is more gorgeous than I remember. He used to just have a scruff going on, but now he has a full on beard, which I am a sucker for. His green orbs, that he calls eyes are brighter and his white dazzling smile is breathtaking. I remember I fell in love with that smile.

I was 17, it was the day I graduated. Rather than celebrating it with my class I spent the night at a college party, to which Violet & Tate invited me. It was nearly midnight when I saw him, everyone sang him happy birthday before his day was over. His smile showed nothing but joy and kindness. On May 29th, he turned 22 and that day was the first time we saw each other.

Chris was Tate's friend, one of his closes friends, then he became Violets friend naturally. Violet and I were seated, she drinking beer and I had no idea what I was drinking. She spoke about all the adventures we'd have once I finally moved out. I sighed that it would take a while, that I was still short on savings so our plans would have to wait. She then proceeded in congratulating me on my graduation, and saying that she had a huge party planned out for my birthday which was in 2 weeks.
We continued talking until Tate came up to us, Violet got up and hugged the birthday man; I sat awkwardly. "Luna," Tate spoke "this is my great friend Chris Millington, the man of the hour. Chris this is Luna Soileau."
I got up and shook his hand, "She's the girl Violet always talks about, the one she says she'd leave me for."
He smirks, pushing his hair back "I see why."
He caused me to blush and once again he smiled, his smile was one of those rare one's, the ones that promised hope. We spoke a little while longer but he was called over by a beautiful red head, which I assumed was his girlfriend. That was the first time I laid eyes on Chris John Millington.
Two weeks passed, Violet and Tate threw a huge birthday part for me, they invited all of their friends, including Chris. As the end of my birthday came, Chris asked to speak to me alone, he said "I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day we met. I asked Tate about you, when he told me you were only 17, my heart sank but he told me that your 18th birthday was coming up, so I gladly waited. I waited for you to turn 18, to finally ask you out. So Luna, go out on a date with me won't you?"

And that was how I met Chris and how I became his.
"How did you find me?" I say choking back tears.

It seems as if he is taken aback, "Friends. I tried getting a hold of Tate and Violet but you were easier to find, which was great because you're the one I wanted to see."

I begin to tremble inside, who would have told him? I don't speak to anyone else but my close friends. No one but Harry, Violet, Tate, Liam, Zayn, Ashton, Niall, Luke, Michael Calum, & Louis. I could name them without a problem, oh yes including Adam, Ross, George and now Matty.

It's awkward, I have nothing to say to him and he stands  there as if he's done nothing wrong. "What do you want?" I ask, this time I know he is taken aback. If he expects me to be the weak girl I was then, he is wrong.

He clears his throat and smiles "I was in town, I haven't been in the states because I've been traveling in Europe, modelling, and I thought about you. I didn't have anyone special to come back to, but I remembered I had you."

"Had." I emphasize.

He continues awkward and hesitantly, "I also remembered it is your birthday tomorrow, so I'd like to take you out to dinner."

There is a knot in my throat, I don't know if I want to scream at him and cry because I'm so angry that he possibly thinks he can make up the year of abuse over dinner. Or that I am possibly considering saying yes to him.