This
Chapter one
It was a quiet morning. The sun began to creep in through the window and glistened the inside of the loft... oh and Nick Miller on the sofa. Mr Miller was sprawled on the sofa, unaware of the pounding headache he was about to battle with for the rest of the day. The bright sun immediately awoke Nick, and the kick of the headache went off in his head like a gun at the beginning of a race... loud and quite annoying. 'Ow!' Nick called as he woke. All of a sudden, thoughts rushed through his mind of the night before. He and Jess had an in depth conversation about where they were 'going' but it unfortunately ended in a heated argument. Nick flinched of the flashback of him storming out on Jess, saying he'd had enough. Not that that was enough, he went and drank out ALL night, hence the dreadful headache. But, out of the awful headache and the flashbacks, the one thing Nick dreaded most was what he had potentially done to whatever the heck it is he and Jess have together. Could this be it?
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Several minutes past before Nick decided to get up. He was about to go to his room when Jess appeared out of nowhere. Their eyes instantly fixed on eachother. Nicks tongue was stuck. He had so many words he wanted to say to Jess, but couldn't. It was as if his tongue was tied. Jess was the same. She wanted to say so much, how she was sorry for arguing with Jess and upsetting him, but at the same time wanted to ask how could he just walk out and just leave. But yet, neither said a word. With all these thoughts rushing, all Nick could say was 'Hi.' Jess didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to do. She just wanted to kiss him but, he wasn't off the hook yet, he was technically in the wrong. 'Is all that alcohol paying off?' Wow. Jess, feisty. Nick was stunned. He wanted to laugh but that would just make Jess angry. 'Oh yes, smooth Miss Day. Make him suffer.' Jess thought to herself. 'Damn, you're seriously ticked off. Shall I add some to the 'douchebag jar'?' Nick pulled a little smile but it wasn't returned. Jess still looked blank. She casually strolled past Nick and headed for the kitchen, Nick followed. Nick couldn't stand Jess being mad at him, and he knew it was his fault. 'Look Jess I'm sorry, I really am. I don't know why I got so annoyed. I just don't want-' Nick couldn't finish, Jess began to unveil her mind. 'Do you remember the night of Ceces wedding? Do you remember what I said? I didn't want to give up on this. On this. And by this I meant us. Us. You and me. I care about you so damn much Nick, and I just want you to believe in us as much as I do. But, I don't think you do. We've known eachother for so long now and I really want this to work. But in order for this to work I need to know if you feel the same, or there really isn't a point anymore is there?' There fell a silence. Nicks heart was racing, his mind twirling. He felt the same, of course he did. He loves her. He wished he could tell her but; he didn't want to scare her. 'I...I.' His words were muddled. Jess shook her head, she thought that was it. The end. Her answer. She began to head for her bedroom but Nick pulled her close. 'Stop. Dont walk away. We need to sort this. I need you to know that you're the most important thing to me. You're the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of at night. Of course I remember the night of Ceces wedding. I still can't stop thinking about it. I thank God for letting such a beautiful woman walk into my life. Jessica Day, you're the light that shines whenever it gets dark, and the girl that has a spare set of goofy teeth whenever in need at a wedding,' Jess began to giggle. 'And, I want you to know that... I don't care what happens as long as I have you Jess. Jess, I-' He was about to finish his sentence with the words 'love' and 'you' when they were interrupted by Schmidt. 'What do we have here then?' Nick flinched. 'God Schmidt,' Nick thought. 'Right place at the right time huh?' Jess pulled away from Nick. 'We'll talk about this later.' She whispered before walking back into her room. Jess shut her door and slowly sprawled out onto her bed. Her mind was swirling, man that conversation was too deep for 9am in the morning. She stared into space and then remembered. As she looked at her bedside table, she gasped. It was positive.