Chapter 27

I forget to shut the door to the living room, so everyone in there can hear and see what is going on.

“Conor? What’s going on?” I ask.

“I tried to keep him out but he kept asking” my Mum sighs so I just nod at her.

“Lucy please. C-Can we talk?” he stutters. My Mum sighs again and walks upstairs, so I nod my head at Conor and walk through the living room, into the spare room with Conor following behind. Everyone’s sat in there in silence, shocked that he’s here, so I’m sure they’re all going to hear what’s happening. “I’m sorry” he sighs.

“I don’t understand you. You went mental at me for kissing Ben but then you go and do that with some random girl and blame it on me?”

“Stop bringing up you and Ben! That’s a completely different story” he raises his voice.

“Well you’re still not explaining why you kissed her”

“Because I was fucking drunk”

“No excuse!” I shout.

“Okay. Because I was trying to move on. I thought if I drank so much and kissed someone, I’d move on. Ask Jack if you don’t believe me”

“Yeah, he already told me”

“See, I’m not lying. I was trying to move on. Please tell me you believe me”

“I believe you”

“Good. Lucy, you don’t understand. I used do stuff with girls and then move on but you... You’re different. You make me feel weird every time I see you” he says, making me raise an eyebrow. “A good weird. I can’t be away from you. I’m sad without you but whenever I see you... I don’t know”

I get those butterflies again. I wish he didn’t have this effect on me.

Come on Lucy, we’re supposed to be having this out. Stand your ground.

“I-I’m just sick of this on and off relationship thing. Or should I even call it that? I feel like giving up”

“Fuck, don’t say that” he panics and runs his fingers through his hair... A gesture he does when he’s nervous or angry. “Don’t give up, please”

“Why? How long do you expect me to put up with this Conor? I’ve been here for a month and you’ve already made my life hell” I lie. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, even with the constant arguing.

“Did I fuck! We we’re on the right track of things until you started making things awkward”

“So we’re back to blaming me about this”

“Yes Lucy. You didn’t even tell me about this fucking party you’re having”

“It’s not a party, it’s a get together” I mumble.

“I couldn’t give two shits about what it is. You didn’t tell me about it, so yeah, it is your fault for being awkward. And you wonder why I got so drunk”

“Stop fucking blaming this on me!” I scream, digging my nails into my palms.

“I’m not! Fuck. I’m just saying that we would’ve been fine if you weren’t awkward with me. I know it’s my fault for kissing her blah blah blah-“

“See! You don’t even care about it. Saying ‘blah blah blah’ like it’s nothing” I say using air quotes.

“Lucy, I’m trying to make effort here” he moans.

“So am I but you’re confusing me. You’ve ruined a perfectly good night by coming here and making things ten times worse!” I snap.

“I’m trying to sort this out but you’re just fucking screaming at me. Stop being such a fucking bitch and listen to me for once” he shouts. My eyes go the size of golf balls and my jaw is literally on the floor. “No Lucy, I-I didn’t mean-“

“I’m being a fucking bitch, am I? How do you think I feel, putting up with your shit every day of the week? Maybe you should put yourself in my shoes for once! Get the hell out of my house” I shout, opening the door of the spare room and entering the living room. I'm guessing everyone’s heard to the whole argument by the looks on their faces.

“Lucy, please just give me a chance” he pleads so I turn around to look at him, everyone watching what we’re doing.

“I don’t have any chances to give! You’ve had so fucking many!” I snap and start walking towards my front door.

“B-but-“

“No Conor I-“

“Stop fucking interrupting me!” he screams, grabbing my attention. I stop walking just before I leave the living room and look at everyone awkwardly drinking their drinks.

“Just go” I sigh and walk towards the front door again.

“I’m sorry, Lucy” he sighs. “I-I love you”

What?

I see a tear roll down his face.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much. I don’t know why I keep being a dick but please... Please just let me try with you. I can change, I swear it” he holds both my shoulders after quickly wiping his tear away before anyone notices. My heart is racing and I’m struggling to breathe. He loves me? “I love you, Luce”

I don’t even know what to say. I look around the room and see everyone’s eyes popping out of their head but I just stand there and look back at Conor.

“You don’t need to say it back. I love you” he repeats himself.

“I-I love you, Conor” I stutter but mean it. I love him.

“What?”

“I love you” I repeat and wipe away a falling tear. He looks down at me in shock. He slowly put’s his hand on my cheek and wipes away another tear with his thumb. I stare into his perfect blue eyes, glistening from his tears.

I close my eyes, pull him closer to kiss me and finally, our lips touch giving me sparks. It’s been so long since we did this and it feels perfect. It relaxes me in every way possible.

“Guuuuys” Mike moans. “Can you do this somewhere else?”

I smile into the kiss at his comment and at what’s actually happening right now. I feel Conor smile too but we continue to kiss. I have such a crazy feeling in my body right now. I love this feeling.

“Right I’m getting another drink” Mike sighs and walks out of the room making everyone laugh under their breaths. Me and Conor eventually pull away and just stare at each other.

“Give me one more chance” he whispers and I nod. “I love you”

“I love you too”

-

“This week’s been mad” he sighs.

“I know” I whisper and lay on my side. He wraps his body around me and puts his arm around my waist.

“Are you tired?”

“Not really” I sigh. I feel sick to be honest but I don’t want to make a big deal out of it. We have a few minutes of silence. “You’re lucky my Mum let you sleep” I laugh dryly, breaking the silence.

“I know” he laughs. “She was going crazy at me. She really didn’t want me walking into your party”

“It wasn’t a-“

“I know, I know. It wasn’t a party, it was a get together” he says in a girly voice, trying to mimic me.

“Shut up”

“Make me” he challenges. I turn around to face him and look into his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. I lean in and kiss his soft lips. Our kiss lasts for about a minute until we pull away. I stare into his eyes again.

“Your eyes are beautiful” I whisper.

“What?”

“They’re beautiful”

“Thanks” he smiles awkwardly. He runs his fingers through his hair and looks away from me. I roll my eyes but continue to stare at him. “I can feel you watching me” he sighs. I look away and he starts to laugh quietly, following my rule about staying quiet so my Mum can sleep. “Look at me” he says worryingly. I turn my head to look at him and he just stares at me. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah”

“No you’re not. What’s wrong?”

“I feel sick”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks but I stay quiet. “What's up?”

“I have stomach ache and a migraine”

“Too much alcohol" he tuts. "Sleep on it and see how you feel in the morning. Do you want some water or something?”

“Yes please. Can you get me a tablet in the top cupboard?”

“Sure” he smiles, hopping out of bed. He stumbles over to the door in the dark and I listen to his footsteps going down the stairs.

Conor’s POV

I walk into her kitchen and pour her a glass of water. I go to the top cupboard, like she said, and find a box of pain relief tablets. I put 2 in my hand and walk back upstairs with the glass, being as quiet as possible. I get to the room and see her tucked up in bed. She’s asleep already...

“Lucy” I whisper and shake her a little bit. “Just have your tablets then you can go back to sleep”

She nods and sits up. She takes one tablet out of my hand and swallows it down with water, then does the same with the other.

“Thanks” she mumbles and swallows the rest of the water. I just smile and get into bed, putting my arm around her waist. Fuck me she’s cold.

“Luce, you’re freezing”

“I’m fine” she whispers. I lean over to the side of the bed and get my hoody from off the floor.

“Here” I say, handing it her.

“Thanks” she says, lazily putting it on. We get back into our positions and try to get some sleep. “Thanks” she repeats herself after minutes of silence.

“You already said that” I tease.

“Thanks for everything. For coming here tonight and just- thanks” she says, turning around to face me.

“I love you” I say, meaning it. I'll never get bored of saying that.

“I love you too" she smiles, closing her eyes.