This is, yet again, another random one shot. But this actually has a point at the end. So it's different.
This switches from first person to third person towards the end. That should clear up some confusion.
This is also my first attempt at an AngelCollins fic, so be kind if you review. Excuse me, did I say "if?" I must have meant when………
I don't own RENT.
This really shouldn't be so hard.
I love her. I know I love her. And I know she loves me. Well, at least I think she loves me. We've never actually told each other before. But I'm about ninety eight percent sure she loves me.
Oh no. What if she doesn't love me? What if I tell her I love her and she doesn't say it back? What's going to happen then? We're just going to be sitting here, in a really awkward situation, not talking. All because of me.
And then we might break up. Oh G-d. No, no I won't be able to handle it if we break up. She's the love of my life. I can't lose her. I'll go insane. Or get depressed. Or commit suicide. Or start liking girls. I don't want to like girls!
Wait a second. I'm being stupid. You don't just break up with the love of your life. They're the love of your life. That means you're meant to be together.
But if I'm not the love of her life………
What will happen if I tell her I love her, and she tells me back, but she doesn't really mean it? She just says it because I said it? Then things are gonna be awkward between us. And then we might start having fights. And then we might break up. I don't think I can handle us breaking up.
Stop. Wait. Hold everything. I love her. I love her. I love her. I have to tell her. There is simple no way around it.
Besides, I'm pretty sure that she loves me. And even if I'm not sure, it doesn't matter. She obviously likes me, or she would have just left me on the sidewalk after she rescued me in the alley. Or she would have ditched me after that Life Support meeting. Or she wouldn't be letting me stay with her for the past five days. Yes, she definitely tolerates me. Probably likes. Might love.
Okay, this is it. I have to tell her. I love her, and she needs to know that. So I'm going to tell her.
Now.
Or now.
Right now.
Collins and Angel were both lying down on the couch in Angel's apartment. Angel had wanted to watch the snow fall from the inside, but she had ended up half- asleep. Collins, who was wide awake, was leaning back on the cushions at the end on the couch with his feet up. Angel's head and torso was resting on his chest; her legs were on the side on the side of his.
"Angel?" Collins whispered tentatively.
"Mm hmm?"
"I— I love you."
Angel adjusted her head a little so that she could see Collins face. "Did you think I didn't already know that?" she asked with a small smile.
Angel moved her head back to its previous position and closed her eyes. "I love you too honey," she whispered.
