Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

But I'm right where you left me - j.o

in which you reminisce your relationship with her

Listen to: Right Where You Left Me - Taylor Swift

You laid there, alone in your bed, the only light coming from your phone buzzing over and over with notifications. You could hear the soft pats from the rain hitting your window, you were on the verge of tears and sleep. Believe it or not, but this isn't your first night alone, just the first night that it actually hit you. You were alone. You could turn to her old side of the bed and it would be empty. Instead of warmth you would just see sheets and blankets.

She was a busy woman, always out and about. But there would be days, where you two were alone, in your bed. You can still remember the feeling of her fingers, sliding up and down your body, softly, as if it was a feathers touch. She was so close, you could feel the warm air from her breath.

You laid there, reminiscing the feeling of her lips against yours, always soft yet passionate. The pure happiness, the euphoria from just being so close to her. You would pull her even closer, closer than close. No matter how tight you held onto each other, it never felt like it was enough. 

Your eyes shut, tears slipping out, you remember the days where you two were in a small fort made of pillows and blankets. You would run your hands through her soft hair, looking into her eyes, flicking to her lips every so often. She would have her arms around your waist, a warm smile showing her dimples remained on her face.

You didn't even realize you were sobbing as you thought of when you two would just goof around in the kitchen. Her laughter being the best thing you ever heard. Your heart kept on breaking, over and over again, wanting to feel the absolute bliss you felt when being around her.

It became really hard for you to breathe, the tears soaked your pillow, all you wanted was to just be with her. For her to hold you once again. You haven't left your bed in days, your friends came by as much as they could, your best friend popped in every other day to make sure you were eating. It was no lie that you looked like absolute shit. 

The doorbell rang. You felt your heart beat at the thought of it potentially being her at the door. But you dismissed that thought. You finally got the power to get up and open the door. Your eyes were red, your nose stuffy, and your hair a mess. You didn't care how this person would see you, maybe it would make them leave you alone.

You opened the door, you didn't even know who was there because you were rubbing your eyes. Your heart skipped a beat, seeing the girl that you've been hoping would come back. You froze. Not knowing what to do. You had imagined over and over again what it would be like for her to show up at your doorstep, and now here she was, and you had no idea what to do.

"Jenna?" You rasped out, your throat hurting from all the crying. Taking a closer look at Jenna, you noticed that her eyes were also red, her hair was soaked from the rain, and she was in just a hoodie and sweats, your hoodie. "What are you doing here?" Your heart panged at the sight of her, you just wanted to be close to her.

"I'm sorry," She sobbed out. "I shouldn't have come, I'll leave." Before she could leave, you grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.

"Stay." You whispered, not trusting your voice. "Please." She turned around slowly, avoiding your eyes. You noticed that her car wasn't outside, meaning she had walked. "Come in." You locked the door behind her, as she walked to your living room. She sat onto your couch, while you stood there awkwardly. "I'll get you some clothes." You mumbled, turning to your room.

"Y/n," You turned at the sound of your name. "Just stay with me." You felt your heart skip a beat, you nodded and swallowed nervously. You sat beside her on the couch, she leaned into your heat. It felt normal again. As if nothing happened. You didn't like that, but you just wanted to hold onto her just for a moment.