Take Me

Chapter Six

A.N. I have an unreal fascination with Nick Jonas, so please don't ask me why I cast him as the (spoilers?) not very nice guy. Just appreciate his beauty, he is my life's blood, my current religion, my favourite kind of meat (even though I'm vegetarian), he is everything. That is all. keep reading/voting/commenting, love you guys. Xoxo. Clay.                 

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I'd waited for Isaac for what seemed like forever.

The whole night just seemed to drone on and on and on, and he never showed up. My mum came by a few times, but I ignored her and pretended I'd fallen asleep sometime earlier in the day. She stopped checking up on me just after midnight.

I kept asking myself where he was, when he would get here, why it was taking him so long. He couldn't live that far away from me, could he? I was messaging him nearly an hour ago, it just shouldn't have taken him this long. Or maybe I was just being weird and clingy.

At some point in the night, I'd just stopped waiting, I'd stopped staring at the clock on my wall, watching the arms tick away painfully slowly. I'd stopped checking my phone every two minutes, half-expecting to see a message from him telling me that he'd cancelled or that something had come up and he wasn't coming over anymore. I'd stopped pacing the room backwards and forwards, staring from one dull wall to another, even peaking out the window every once in a while like I would be able to see him at the end of my road, making his way there. I just stopped waiting for him.

I was excited, at first, but that faded away the longer he kept me waiting. I'd slumped back down on my bed for what seemed like the longest time in the world, staring back up at that daunting ceiling, watching the shadows on my walls move as the lamp-posts on the streets flickered on and off. Before I could stop myself, I could feel myself falling backwards. I could feel my head resting against my pillow, my eyelids growing heavier by the second, and as if time itself had stopped, I'd fallen right to sleep.

My sleep was empty and dreamless. When I woke up, I woke up alone, cursing myself for believing he would ever come over, for believing he would ever want more than a quick fuck with me. I twisted and turned all night, sometimes laying awake, other times falling asleep, only to shoot back up a few minutes later. I never used to be such an insomniac, but I didn't want to go to sleep, I didn't like the idea of it at all. I just wanted to sit up and stare off into nothingness, for as long as time would let me.

He showed up at four in the morning, with the sky fading back into a dim, sickly light, and the rain pelting like it usually did in England.

The weather had been its usual humdrum self, with soulless grey clouds hiding the clear skies of the morning. It had been raining non-stop all night, I could hear it shattering against the glass of my window, sticking there in grey watery clumps. I'd heard something collide with my window gently, and right away, as I lay in my bed, I knew it was him, that he'd come. Even if it was five hours late. I mean, at least he came. That was what mattered, right?

I looked out, wiping at my sleepless eyes, and smiled once I'd seen him. He stood at the bottom of my pathway, drenched, but so fucking adorable. I pulled open my window, groggily running a hand through my hair.

Isaac opened up his arms and span around like a little freak, as soon as he saw me, a huge smile on his face that nipped out dimples on either ends of his lips.

I was laughing again. He was wearing a simple grey t-shirt and knee-high joggers, both drenched through completely. His shirt was practically see-through, sticking to his svelte chest clammily, revealing all of the slight and slender tones of his body, all of the beautiful curvatures, every beautifully carved feature. He was so beautiful to me, in that moment, beaming up at me brighter than the flickering orange lamp-posts, dancing in the rain like a madman.