Hey guys. A little warning, chapters are going to become a lot less regular as in the summer of this year, I'm going my GCSE exams. Therefore, i'm revising every single weeknight as well as Saturday. Sunday is my only rest day and if i want to write a chapter, I will but it depends on how I feel. At around May time, I'm putting this Fanfiction on a 3 maybe 4 Month Hiatus. I'm really sorry about this but I have to focus on school first. Any Queries or Concerns, just write a comment and i'll reply as soon as I can. Thanks- Beth xxx
Leo P.O.V
My eyes burned to close but I couldn't stop looking at him. After I had brought him back and carried him upstairs to my room, he kept on sleeping. I didn't want to wake him by climbing into bed next to him, nor did I want to sleep downstairs. Too afraid, that's what I was to even leave. I needed to know he was okay and now here I am, a good nine hours later and I wish I could drift off to sleep while the morning sun trickled into the room, leaving streaks of yellow across his pale face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him move. First, an arm stretching then a leg and then he slowly turned his head towards me. Nico let out a sigh and blinked open his eyes.
"Good morning Sleeping Beauty."
Nico groaned and turned away, bunching the covers around him as he went.
"What time is it?" he muttered into his pillow.
"I think it's about 10 the last time I checked."
"I'm at your house right?"
"Well yeah." I said with a laugh.
"So, you'll let me lie down and you'll take care of me and bring me chicken soup cause I feel like shit?
I sighed, "Of course you dick. It was your first party, I'm surprised that you aren't on the floor dead."
He didn't reply, that uncomfortable silence that we both knew too well fell between us.
"Wait," He finally said breaking the silence, "Did you even sleep? Cause no way did you sleep by the way that you look."
I shook my head, "I wanted to make sure that you were okay."
"You need to sleep."
"And you need to sit in a dark room with some coffee."
"Leo."
"Nico."
Nico sighed again and sat up, wrapping a blanket around is shoulders as he stood up and walked past me. He began to make his way downstairs.
"Where are you going Nico?"
"I'm getting some coffee." He replied.
I followed him as he stood in the kitchen, his hand resting on a mug as the kettle boiled.
"You need to sleep." He said, still refusing to look at me.
"I'm not going to shout cause I know that you probably have a headache. You need to rest. So, how about we watch a movie and I'll probably fall asleep and then we'll both be happy."
He nodded and made his way to the living room with his coffee.
"What movie do you want to watch?" I said, following him once again.
"I always liked the Jungle Book." Nico said, almost afraid to admit it.
"Me too." I smiles, "I used to sing 'Bare Necessities' if I made dinner."
Nico stifled a laugh and quickly put the movie on. I laid my head on Nico's lap and watched, my eyes slowly closing as I did. Is that was love is supposed to be? Those simple pleasures that you find in each other's company when it's just you. No lies, no masks, just the raw, real complexion that you see in the mirror. I wasn't ready to show him the real me. If I showed him, I was sure to scare him away. But what about him? And that mask that he put on oh so often. Was I the first the see it slip?
If this was falling in love, then I was sure that it would only feel this good with him. I could smell his coffee and the faint scent of detergent on his clothes and it felt more like home than home ever did. I was sinking. Sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss. Was I doing the right thing? He probably didn't feel the same and that's what hurt a little. I had no idea what was going on in that head of his but I wanted to know. Maybe, you can't love unless you know what love is. Has he ever loved? His family maybe. I saw those pictures of him and who I could only assume was his sister but never had I had the courage to ask him. Why wasn't she there for him? I didn't want to know. I can't think for myself sometimes, I need guidance.
I heard the door slam and I jolted up. He never came home on a Saturday.
"Who's that?" I heard Nico ask.
I swallowed hard, "My Dad."
He came into the room, his clothes covered in grease and god knows what. He took up most of the doorframe but not in a fat kind of way. He was 99% pure muscle and tall too. He towered over me and I felt the panic hit my chest. I couldn't move. I couldn't tell him to run.
"Leo make- who is that?" He said, his voice deep.
"This is Nico. We went to a party last night and he got drunk. He passed out and I brought him here." I could feel my voice shake. I had to stand my ground.
"Couldn't you have taken him home?"
"I didn't want to leave him."
"So you brought him into my fucking house without my permission?"
I nodded and I stared at him. I kept staring. I wasn't going to back down this time even if I meant he would hit me like he so often did. I'd never shown Nico the bruises, nor did I want to. He grabbed me by the back of my shirt and dragged me into the kitchen, with Nico staring at me, his mouth open in shock.
"What did I fucking tell you about bringing people back here?" He growled.
"That I shouldn't."
"And yet you did anyway?"
"I couldn't leave him."
"Why do you fucking care so much? Its not like he's your friend because you don't have friends."
"He is my friend!" I shouted back.
He slapped me, the pain spreading through my cheek.
"Don't shout at me or I will give you a beating so hard that you won't be able to move for a week!"
"He's my boyfriend. What are you going to do? Hit me again. Go on, Hit me! Do your worst. I don't care."
"He's your what?" he was almost shaking from rage now. I could see it in his eyes. He was going to kill me. I'm sure he would kill me.
"My boyfriend." I walked away, leaving him and his rage frozen there.
"Nico, run. Get out, go home please. I'll text you later." I whispered
"Why didn't you tell me he was like this?" he whispered back.
"I didn't want you to know. Please go, for your own sake."
He nodded, tears in his eyes. He looked at me one last time before running.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" he roared, and his fists came down on me once more.
