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Patricia

The next morning, when I woke up, I couldn't really remember at which point we got carried away. I couldn't remember when the clothes ended up all over the floor, or when we'd laid down and started talking, started to yawn, or when we'd finally fallen asleep.

But I did remember how we'd stayed up for hours, just talking, tangled up with each other; drunk on tiredness and feelings. Yeah, we got carried away, but it didn't matter. I wasn't about to bury the flame in the sand again just because we got caught up in the moment.

I think that, sometimes, getting caught up in the moment is what's needed to make you realise how important these moments are.

"You know I have syrup, right?" Eddie smirked, standing in the doorway to his kitchen.
8a.m., and I was making pancakes in Eddie's kitchen. One wall had worktops along it, and the fridge and cooker were on the other side. In the middle there was a small island worktop with just one bar-stool underneath it.

"I looked for syrup," I said, sprinkling sugar on to my pancakes. "Couldn't find any. Figured I'd just use sugar."

Eddie frowned, walking over to check the cupboards. Once he'd looked in all of them, he stood up and shrugged. They were all nearly completely empty. "Guess I ran out.… Sorry there's not much to this place…it's not great, but…"

"I like it," I only half-lied, searching in various drawers for a knife and fork.
Eddie came in front of me and opened the only drawer I hadn't tried, pulling out some cutlery for me.

"Thanks," I said, smiling softly, sitting down on the bar-stool. I was just wearing Eddie's T-shirt and some of his sweatpants, and he watched me as I ate. "There's hot water in the kettle. I just boiled it a minute ago."

Eddie smiled, turning his back to me. "Coffee?"

"Please."

The room fell silent for a few more minutes, aside from the occasional clinking of mugs and the scratching of knives on my plate. I watched Eddie from behind as he made the coffee, wearing just grey sweatpants and no shirt, his hair crazily tousled. I smiled, remembering last night, and remembering the realisations I'd come to.

"So," Eddie turned to face me. "Am I allowed to kiss you this morning or would that be breaking a rule?"

I grinned. "Well…I think if that were a rule, we'd already have broken it last night…"

Eddie grinned too and set a mug of coffee down in front of me. I pushed my empty plate away as he came around to me and before I could say anything else, his hand was on my cheek and he'd kissed me, my head tilted up so I could reach him properly. I kissed him back, but it was only a short kiss.

And when he pulled away, he smoothed his thumb over my cheek. "I hate to bring this up again," he said tentatively, "but I thought you'd moved on, and then you showed up again, and…I sort of need to know…"

"I choose you," I cut him off. He looked slightly stunned for a moment, but then a small smile twitched at the corners of his lips.

"Really?"

"It's you. It's…it's always been you." I shrugged lightly.
Grinning widely, he leaned in and kissed me again. It was a kiss that felt so different from the others – like something amazing had just been discovered, and just been set free – and I couldn't help but feel weird. A month ago, I had no idea that any of this would happen. And now, here I was, kissing him. Here I was, having spent the night with him.
It was almost overwhelming.

I felt sort of scared, too; scared that things would fall apart again, and scared that I'd spend another eighteen months being broken. I didn't know if I wanted to risk that, and even after all this time, I wasn't sure how much Eddie would be willing to fight. How much we would be willing to fight.

"Eddie," I broke off the kiss and backed away slightly. He looked at me, his eyebrows pulled together with concern.

"You OK?"

"If we do this again," I started, feeling my voice catch in my throat. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to feel emotional. "If we're doing this…we have to do it properly. I can't risk a fallout like last time. I can't risk breaking like we did, and I can't risk being without you again…this is the last time I'm letting you in, OK?"
Eddie nodded, letting me continue.
"I'm scared, Eddie. Scared that we'll mess this up again. It's not going to be any easier now; it's only going to be harder. How is this going to work? How will we—"

He kissed me then.

He kissed me so passionately, full of so many words, that I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck. It was the best way to shut me up, and the best way to tell me to calm down.
He cupped my face with his hands, and when he pulled away he was looking me right in the eyes.

"This is the last time we do this. I won't hurt you anymore. This is it now, Yacker…we're done being stupid."

I smiled and I looked down. "I love you," I said, so quietly. So, so quietly; as if I were ashamed of it. Of course, I wasn't, but it sounded like it. I was more embarrassed of the fact I was being so cliché…and so honest.

Instead of responding with words, he just pulled me in to a hug.

The realisation of the fact I had to deal with Ryan, and the fact he said he'd fallen for me, and the fact we were together now, settled in just then. What was I going to do? I felt terrible; I'd led Ryan on. He had no idea whatsoever about Eddie, and the fact that I was still completely and totally in love with him. I had thought I was falling in love with Ryan, but I was wrong.
What a terrible person I was going to make myself seem like.
I hadn't meant to lead him on…

"What're you thinking about?" Eddie mumbled, stroking the back of my hair with his hand.

"I'm not sure you want to know."

"Is it that guy?"

"Ryan. Yeah."

I could almost hear Eddie rolling his eyes, and I held him tighter to remind him that it was him. Not Ryan. Him.

"I just don't know what do to about him. Like, what do I tell him?"

"Tell him you just got back together with your helplessly gorgeous ex-boyfriend, and you don't need him anymore."

When I pulled away, Eddie was smirking, and I smiled at him, shaking my head.

"Ha-ha, very funny," I sat back down on the bar stool and picked up my cup of coffee.

"It's true though," he stood behind the opposite side of the island so he could see me, and leaned on it with his elbows. "We all know you think I'm helplessly gorgeous."

"Yeah, yeah," I shrugged, still smiling.

"But it's okay, because I think you're helplessly gorgeous too."

"Shut up," I was still grinning ridiculously, and I took a sip of my coffee. It was just right. "But seriously…what am I gonna say to him!?"

Eddie shrugged. "I don't know."

"Helpful." My grin turned in to a slight scowl.

"Sorry," Eddie shrugged sincerely and sipped his coffee. "But it's not like you've agreed to marry him or anything, right? You've only been on, what, two dates?"

I looked down sheepishly. And then realised how guilty I must have looked in that moment; I didn't even try to hide it. Stupid.

"What?" Eddie questioned suspiciously, trying to look at my face. "Why do you look so guilty?"

"Um…," I bit my lip, "we're…kind of…together now…" I didn't dare look up at him. I couldn't stand seeing the look on his face.

"You're…you're what?" Eddie questioned, frowning intensely. I glanced up at him for a moment and cringed. "And you didn't care to tell me!?"

"Oh, and what was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to just call you up and say, 'hey Eddie, just to let you know I'm with someone else now'? No, I couldn't do that!"

"Why not!?"

"Would you have wanted me to do that? Honestly?"

"Well, no, but…I needed to know! You just left me hanging for four weeks!" Eddie was shouting now, and I was still looking down at the worktop in front of me. "Seriously, Patricia…that's not cool; you just left me waiting for a month. I had no idea what was going on. And now you're telling me that you have a boyfriend, and you just casually showed up last night to kiss me and…stuff…making me believe that I had you!?"

I stayed silent. I didn't know what to say to him, because I knew that I would start crying. He was right, I did a bad thing. It wasn't at all right.

"Stop yelling at me," I said, my voice tiny. I sounded so weak, and I hated that. "I was wrong, yeah, but I…"

"But what?"

I looked up at him then, and he looked shocked when he saw the tears rising in my eyes.

"Patricia…"
"So…basically," I started, shrugging, "you're saying that you regret last night?"

"No," Eddie answered right away. "Of course not. Last night was…perfect. But I just wish I'd known about Ryan…"

"That would've made it worse, doofus."

"I guess so," Eddie chuckled, and then he came over to me. "Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm just…confused."

"Me too."

"About us?"

"No," I said, "About me. I'm such a terrible person…what am I going to do?"

"You're not a terrible person. Don't speak like that. I don't know what you should do about this, but I do know you're not a terrible person."

"Yeah…whatever." I looked down at my lap and played with a piece of thread coming from the hoody I was wearing.

"Hey," Eddie said softly, holding his arms out. "Come here. Let's hug it out."

I grinned, only slightly, and stood up, wrapping my arms around his neck. I felt his arms snake around my waist and hold me tight, and for those few minutes that we were that close, I felt safe. And I knew, deep down, that this was where I belonged. Because no matter how many times I hugged Ryan, it never fit as well as it did when I hugged Eddie.


"Ryan? I…hi. Sorry, I suck at leaving voice-mails but I didn't want to text you…so…hi. Here I am. Call me back when you get this message…yeah? I just need to talk to you. I'm okay, don't worry, I just gotta see you. Let me know."

Sighing in frustration, I put my phone down in my lap and ran my fingers through my hair. I couldn't do this…I didn't want to do this. It was all so awkward, and so difficult, and I didn't like it.

I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes for a moment. And after a few minutes, my phone buzzed in my lap; for a moment I thought it might be Ryan, but when I saw my screen, Eddie's name was there. I smiled bittersweetly at the irony.

Eddie: Hey. See me this afternoon?

Can't. I have to see Ryan, remember? UGH.

Eddie: Oh yeah. Good luck with that…

Gee, thanks.

Eddie: ;)

I rolled my eyes and smiled helplessly at my phone. He was so irritating.
And then another text came through, and I smiled even more when I read it.

Eddie: Seriously though, I hope it goes alright. Call me if u need me yeah? Love you.


A/N: Ugh, this was kind of just a fluffy chapter, I'm sorry for that. It was sort of a filler chapter, if you get what I mean?

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Coming up in chapter thirteen: We see how Patricia attempts to fix some of the mistakes she's made; Patricia gets some big news that could change the direction of her life...especially her life with Eddie.

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