He Stayed|

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When I did wake up, I felt sick.

No, not the barfy, I wanna vomit kinda sick, but the....'please kill me but at the same time don't kill me' kind of sick.

I woke up groaning quietly, opening my eyes to see if anyone was there.

Luckily, Noah was the one there, he wasn't facing my direction but I could tell by the way that he was pacing around the room, he was tense.

I hope he doesn't tell me to leave...

Because then i wouldn't know what to do.

My mind goes back to what Marcel told me. Does he really think of me that way?

Or was it just a cruel joke of some sort.

But it did make me happy, being nobody's anything from time to time constantly hurts, so if he does care for me, I'll take it.

I push myself up and rest my head against the  headboard of the bed.

I should call him, I mean I really don't know how long I've been out and from the looks of the window.

It's pretty dark.

Maybe past midnight.

My throat feels scratchy and I need some water so I cough a bit, immediately grabbing Noah's attention as he rushed to my side.

Gently giving me the glass of water that was by the bedside table, and sitting himself on the bed right beside me.

He sighed placing the water down before staring at me intently.

"What happened?"

Huh, Marcel didn't tell him?

That's strange.....I thought these kind of things involves sworn loyalty.

He looks at me expectantly and I smile rolling my eyes a bit.

"Nothing, just fainted", he eyes me skeptical clearly not believing anything I just said.

I look away from his eyes scanning the room that I've now become all to familiar with.

"I'm fine." I finish.

"No, you're not. It's fine if you don't tell me, just don't lie to me. Actually no, it's not fine if you don't tell me. Let me help. Please",

Tears form at the brim of my eyes and I look away.

Why am I crying?

This is stupid.

"I- I-"

I try to speak but no words come out, and now I'm sobbing.

Noah wraps his arms around me and I feel safe.

"Don't cry, I hate it when you cry,".

I let out a wet chuckle at that.

"What?"

"You told me not to cry."

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you meant to tell me to let it out, or something?"

"Yeah but then I'll have to go kill someone"

I chuckle at that.

"Cheesy".

He pulls me back making me look at him, "Please tell me what's wrong?"

"Hey- hold my hand, breathe".

I think-

I think I can tell him?

I have nothing to loose anyways.