Hold
on to Him
Chapter
Twenty-One
I tumbled in through the slightly opened window, crashing hard
against the floor. Justin’s neck snapped around quickly,
surprised. His eyes were wide as he sat in the single-person
chair, watching television.
I stood up in the uncomfortable outfit I wore. He didn’t
say anything, only stood. So I began the conversation.
“You said the window was open.”
He shook his head. “Jesus, I didn’t think you’d
take it literally!”
“Well, I did,” I sighed, on the verge of tears,
“and I’m here.”
“Way to scare the sh.t out of me,” he snorted,
looking to the window.
“Sorry,” I breathed, my voice cracking.
His eyes were instantly back to me. “Meg, what’s
wrong?”
I couldn’t look up to him, my eyes stayed glued on the
floor. I couldn’t speak, either, because I didn’t
know what was wrong. I couldn’t put into words what was
wrong. Everything was wrong.
I felt tears rolling down my cheeks simultaneously with his arms
wrapping himself around me and pressing my body to his.
“You’re okay,” he assured gently.
“I’ve got you. You’re with me now.”
And everything about his words seemed to sway me back to a serene
place, before all of this started. So I let him hug me and hold
me and tell me everything was going to be okay. I let myself
inhale the beautiful aroma that was his cologne and I let myself
love the feeling of his skin against mine. I pushed back feelings
of guilt, because in the back of my mind, I knew we were not
supposed to be together. Not now. Not with me at 17 and him at
24. It wasn’t right.
But he had a way of making everything seem so normal, so right,
that I couldn’t deny myself of him anymore.
He let go of me and wiped the tears that collected on my cheeks.
“You better?” he asked me.
I nodded my head, sighing. “Sorry, for making you put up
with me.”
He laughed. “I told you my window was always
open.”
I felt my cheeks getting red. I glanced out across the window and
into my empty bedroom. The lights were still on.
“Your clothes look wicked uncomfortable,” he
commented.
I shrugged. “I mean, yeah.”
A devious grin spread from ear to ear. “Want to borrow my
sweatpants?”
“And a shirt, if you don’t mind.”
I changed into his baggy clothing while he left the room. I
decided to put my old clothes underneath the window so I
wouldn’t forget them when I was leaving.
I placed them down next to the pieces of paper he used to write
me notes with. However, there was one piece of paper that caught
my eye, so I flipped it over.
In big black letters, in his perfectly messy handwriting, were
the words, “I love you.”
Well, you proved yourself. Congrats (:
I'll be texting a cute boy until I fall to sleep.
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fashiongirl101 · 1 decade ago
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This story is so amazing!