You get me - Boris Pavlikovsky x reader

Stargazing

"(Y/N), I never got to thank you for standing up for me today. You didn't have to, yet you still did. That was really nice of you," Boris and I were chilling in his unkept room. 

"No problem Boris, Jacob had no right to come up to you and insult you. He deserved that," Boris chuckled, he got up from his chair and went downstairs to the kitchen before reappearing with two bottles of alcohol in his hand. "I went and got us something before you came here. Take one," 

I grabbed one immediately and took a sip. "Thanks," He smiled and sat next to me on the edge of his bed. "I'm sorry for bringing this up again but may I ask when was the last time you saw your dad?" 

"No, its okay. I don't want to be keeping secrets from you. The last time I saw him was the night before that incident at lunch, when you came and approached me. He..." 

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. "Boris... its ok," 

"He did this to me. He came home drunk and angry. He looked for any excuse to take his anger out on me. So he yelled at me for leaving the house a mess. He hurt me." Boris said while pointing at his bruised left eye. His right eye was messed up too, thanks to Jacob. He was a mess. Boris didn't deserve this. Boris just sat there, looking down at his hands and fiddling with his thumbs. I could see he was trying to hide his tears. I hugged him. He didn't move at first until he wrapped his arms around me too. I started to hear muffled cries as Boris buried his head in my shoulder. I closed my eyes trying to stop my tears from falling down. I hated to see Boris like this. He was broken and it shattered my heart to see him like this. "Shhhh, it's ok Boris. Everything is going to be okay," It hurt me to see him so shattered. It reminded me of myself, when my dad hurt me for the first time. I didn't know what to do or who to tell - if I could tell anybody. I felt the same way- broken and alone. Some people were just better at hiding it. 

Boris and I stayed like that for a while. Two broken teens comforting each other in the dark - the only time they had felt a sense of security and comfort in their whole life. Boris let go and wiped the tears off his face with the sleeves of his green sweater. Suddenly he got up and reached for my hand. I grabbed it as he lead me around the house and into his backyard. He took me to the steps of his empty pool and sat down. It was night now- the sky was dark except for the millions of sparkling stars which lit up the sky. It was incredible how a tiny thing could be seen so bright and large all the way from Earth. "They sky's beautiful" I said. "I've always wanted to stargaze, just lie on the ground and watch the pretty stars all night long," I sat down beside Boris and moved closer towards him. I snuggled into his warm sweater. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned his head onto mine. "Thanks for opening up to me. I know it isn't easy to do that, especially when you've had no one to talk to. I understand how it feels, my dad hurts me too and when he first did  I was really overwhelmed. I didn't know what to do, what happened, who to tell- even if I could ask for help. He still hurts me now, I just really miss my mum. I do remember little things about her. Like the colour of hair, her beautiful smile- gosh- it could light up a room. She was really beautiful, inside and out. She was really really kind. I remember we went to the beach and there were baby turtles who were struggling to get to the water. My mother, she helped them reach the water. She was really gentle, she cared and valued everyone and everything. She always looked on the bright side of life. The last thing I remember her telling me was this: 

'(Y/N) you must always remind yourself- no matter how hard life is or how hard it gets, you are going to make it. I love you and I always will,'

 She said she was going to come back soon. She kissed me goodbye, walked out the door and that was the last time I ever saw her. I always thought she was going to come back and walk through the door any minute. After school, I would come home hoping she was going to be in the kitchen, cooking dinner and asking me 'how was school?' But that never happened. My dad left without saying anything one day and he's been doing that ever since. I WAS 9 WHEN HE FIRST LEFT ME. I WAS LEFT ALONE AND NOBODY CARED OR NOTICED. I HAD TO LEARN TO TAKE CARE OF MYSELF BORIS!" I started to burst into tears. I buried my head in his chest and bawled my eyes out. Boris hugged me even more tightly. He stroked my hair gently and began whispering words of comfort into my ear. "(Y/N) It's okay," I continued to cry until Boris suddenly lifted my chin up and looked me in my teary and swollen eyes.

"(Y/N), You have me and I promise I will never leave you," Tears streamed down my face, I was a mess. "Do you understand me? I promise you, I will never leave you. I will be by your side and there to comfort you always and trust me I never break a promise." 

I nodded my head, my lips trembling and tears falling. I didn't even know what was happening but before I knew it, Boris' lips made contact with mine. His lips were soft as they touched mine. It was beautiful. He held both my hands as we kissed passionately. He let go of one of my hands to hold to side of my face. He ran his thumb ran down my jawline until his hand reached my neck. His lips were softer than anything in the world. He suddenly bit down softly onto my lip. I let go of his hand and rummaged through his soft curly locks. "Boris.." I whispered. I bit down onto his lip as our tounges fought for dominance. I didn't want this moment to end. I wanted Boris. Our lips finally drifted apart. "Did you like that?" Boris whispered into my ear. "Yes," I mumbled still shocked at what happened. He kissed me one last time before lying down. I laid down next to him, my head rested in his chest. He played with my hair as we watched the stars. Suddenly a star brighter than usual and followed by a tail, streaked across the sky. "Boris, look," I whispered. "It's a shooting star, we should make a wish!" Boris smirked. "I already know what I want to wish for. I wish that (Y/N) and I could stay in this moment forever and be able to forget all the shit that's happened in our life because I would want nothing more than to be with (Y/N) forever," I blushed. "I wish that Boris and I could run away together from all of this bullshit. To get out of this shithole and live a life far away from here where we can do whatever the fuck we want," 

We watched as the shooting star flew away out of view. We stared at the sky, cuddled together until eventually everything turned black.