It's a short drabble that has quite an extended version inside my head and I kind of wanted to share it and see if anyone else maybe also has this kind of thoughts because I cannot seem to let Zanessa go just yet. Might upload more, I don't know just yet. It's been years since the last time I've written something. Pardon my english. x
It was around 3am when she was woken up by the faint sound of footsteps echoing in the kitchen and then in the main hall downstairs. She closed her eyes and opened them again, trying to fight with her tiredness and sleep overcoming her again. Vanessa shifted slightly and buried her face deep inside her pillows until she heard footsteps on the stairs, coming closer to her bedroom. The door was open so it didn't make a sound when the man appeared and entered the room. Her eyes were half closed so she only saw a mere outline of his figure, slowly approaching the bed and then lying next to her.
He wrapped her arms tightly around her middle and buried his head in her hair sighing deeply. They both laid silently for a few minutes, falling in and out of sleep until Vanessa finally broke the silence.
"I thought you wouldn't make it."
Zac kissed her forhead and then moved his lips to her neck.
"It was taking so fucking long, I hate these parties," he murmured with his lips still on the soft skin of her neck. "I wish you were there," he added as an afterthought, his voice deeper and more quiet but she heard him clearly and her chest hurt a little at his words. She wished she could be there too, like she used to be. Unfortunately, it was impossible now for the whole world thought they had split and she was supposed to be seeing another guy. When did it get so complicated?
Vanessa wrapped her arms more tightly around him. There was no space between their bodies. This need for closeness was always there like they couldn't breathe without the feel of the other. This need was growing every day and every day they found themselves together, either in his or her bed. Usually his though. She still had the key and was spending most of her time there. She was waiting for him in his bed when he was away or doing press and waited for him to come back to her. And so he did, always. She knew she was the only thing he could think about because it was the same for her. These few months were slightly less hectic for her therefore she could dedicate herself to him completely.
"God you smell so fucking good," Zac whispered kissing her shoulder "I missed you."
"I missed you too, I wore your shirt all day," he pulled away just enough to see her small figure wrapped in his dark blue shirt and then sighed with admiration.
"Fucking gorgeous."
And then they kissed properly for the first time that night. They both were still unsure how exactl did they end up like this but what they knew was that they loved each other. And needed each other and the day the broke up was the worst world-shattering day of their lives. A mistake they chose to make and realized it was one when it was already too late. And then they met again for the second first time after months of heartbreak and denial and alcohol – and couldn't fight anymore.
Zac pulled away first and pressed a small kiss to her neck again, finding himself somehow addicted to this little spot of her body that he knew was completely his. Just like all of her.