I woke the next morning in Hope's bed, with my arms around him and his entire body stuck to mine. He was clinging to me like a koala to a tree. I wasn't upset with this, of course. The boy that I was falling for was in bed with me, practically spooning me. I placed my head on his, which made Hope stir a bit and breathe in deeply. I removed my head when Hope began to whimper and wake up. He moved his head as he opened his eyes and saw where he was. He closed his eyes again and snuggled up to me more with a smile spreading across his face.

"What're smiling at?" I whispered into his ear, brushing his hair away from his face.

Hope giggled before replying, "I don't know, maybe it's the fact that I'm laying next to the guy that I met a couple of days ago and I'm already falling for, the guy that I've told things I've told no one else and the guy that has told me things he's told no one else."

I wrapped my fingers inbetween his.

"Oh and they're all the same person." Hope added, laughing.

He began to wake up properly, sitting up away from my arms which resulted in me sighing in disappointment. Luckily, that didn't last too long because he shuffled over to lie directly on top of me, resting his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held him against me. I ran one hand through his silver hair. Something appeared in my mind, a question that I had never thought to ask, even though it was pretty important.

"Hope?" I asked.

"Mmmm?" He mumbled, still half asleep on my chest.

"How old are you?" I said.

I felt him freeze under my arms, sheer panic spreading through him. I sat up against the headboard, pulling Hope up with me so he was sitting on my lap with his head buried in my chest. He was still ridgid as rock. I put my hand under his chin and looked at him, expecting an answer.

"I was terrified about when you were going to ask me that." He stated, trying to break eye contact with me. I wasn't letting him do that, I was focused on getting an answer out of him.

"Hope. Tell me." I spoke, urgency in my voice.

The thing that broke my heart was that tears began to well up in his eyes. I realised I was being too hard on him. I pulled him to me and hugged him and apologising like hell.

"No, I should be apologising." Hope said, wiping tears from his perfect eyes. "I'm scared that you'll leave me, Snow. I'm not even legal yet." He mumbled.

Shit, he was only about 17 or 18? I could deal with this, the law couldn't though. We'd have to keep this relationship a secret.

"So you're only 17 or so, that's not a problem for me." I reassured him, holding me tighter.

I felt him push away from me. Shocked, I let him go, only for him to look up at me, choking on words.

"Snow, I'm only 14." he confessed.

Fuck my life.

Shit.
Shit.
14.
Oh god.

I couldn't even speak, yet alone hold Hope. My arms were down at my sides which Hope took as a sign that I didn't want to be anywhere near him. He scrambled off his bed before I could react, heading out his bedroom door. I flung myself out of his room into the lounge, seeing Hope curled up in a ball on the couch. He was sobbing, tears running down his face and his entire body trembling. I rushed over to him and sat on the gap near his stomach.

"I knew this would happen!" Hope cried, looking up at me with his tear-stained, puffy eyes, "I was so afraid of telling you!"

He began to fall into large, uncontrollable sobs which made in incapable of speaking. I slid my arms underneath him and pulled him up to me, feeling him cling to me.

I whispered in his ear, "I'm not going to stop loving you because of this, okay? I'm not going to stop holding you until you stop crying. I'm not going to let go of you until you let go of me. Do you understand me?"

I felt Hope nod his head on my chest, but I wasn't going to take that as an answer. Placing my fingers under his chin which I had done so often, I lifted his face up to mine. "Do you understand me?"

Feeling his face so close to mine, he closed the distance between our lips. I figure he understood me now. I let go of him as he layed down onto the couch. I walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting a bottle of orange juice out. I poured Hope and myself a glass and walked backed to him. He sat up as he saw me coming back and smiled through the drying tears.

"Th-Thanks." He stuttered, taking the drink from my hand. " I just feel so stupid Snow. I was thinking the whole time that you would just leave, but I still had that small feeling deep down that you would understand how much you mean to me and you'd stay..." He continued, looking at his juice.

I took a sip from my glass. "Hope, even if you had lost all fucking feeling for me, I would still be here, no matter what, convincing you to love me."

Hope placed his head on my shoulder, taking a deep breathe. "I'm just gonna ask you something, okay?". I ran my hands through is hair and kissed his soft hair covered forehead. "Okay, you know that this is a hotel, right? So I guess you're wondering how long I'm staying here for?"

"Uh, I didn't really think of that you know..." I answered, slightly puzzled as to how long we'd have here.

"My mum died a few months ago... The youth court classified me as independant and allowed me to use my mum's will to buy this room... This place is mine." He said, pain showing on his face from remembering his mother.

I pulled him close to me, feeling him snuggle up against me. I knew what his pain was like, I didn't know my parents so I just presumed they were dead.

"You've been here for a few days," Hope began, "and I figure you have no where else to go... Did you want to move in with me?

I pulled him closer to me and kissed him passionately before remarking, "Only if I get to share the bed with you."