Talented

Chapter 10 (Part 1) - Missing

Ryan’s POV

“Do you have everything you need?” Libby asked, shoving the remains of her wardrobe into her cases.

“No, I think I’m going to have to go to my dad’s for some more of my stuff.” I sighed, not liking the idea one bit.

I’d taken to calling Libby’s house mine every since I started staying here six weeks ago. Mr and Mrs Burgess – sorry, Tess and Brian – we’re more like a mother and father to me that my own father and his wife Linda.

They were perfectly understanding about my situation, and Tess had been filling Linda in with all the news so that she didn’t make me move back in with her and my dad. Brian was such a great guy, and I feel like we’ve really got to know each other (man-to-man) in these past weeks.

Libby was perfect – as always.

I’ve grew to love her more and more with every minute that I spend with her – and not in a friendly way.

I really loved Libby, and I was stupid to not notice it before.

Deep down I’ve always knew that I had some feelings for her, but I was too caught up with my dad’s pressure to notice them properly. As soon as i was free from his clutches they burst forward so hard that i almost fell with the strength of them.

I thought that what I had had with Sam was love, but I didn’t feel even a fraction of what i feel for Libby with Sam.

Now I knew it was all for my dad.

He really is an arsehole.

Libby was everything I needed her to be at this moment in time, she was loyal, caring, and an excellent listener. I think I’ve done more talking in these past weeks than ever before, and honestly I’d never felt better.

Without that constant question of ‘what would my dad say?’ I’ve been like a completely different person.

I’ve not been trying to impress anyone anymore, I can truly be myself for the first time in years, and it’s all down to Libby.

Without her I wouldn’t have dumped Sam, resulting in me being kicked out, and then landing me here – with her.

She was my guardian angel, seriously.

Every time her face lit up in a smile, showing her cute little dimples I swooned.

Every time she laughed it felt like my heart would burst out of my ribcage and into her deserving hands.

And every time she opened her mouth and sang a song with her sweet voice, I felt like kneeling at her feet and kissing my way up her body, snatching her lips on mine and swallowing her gorgeous notes.

She had me falling harder for her every day – every minute, and all of my life I’ve been missing out on these bitter sweet feelings because I failed to understand what they meant.

She was way too good for me, and it hurt.

It hurt to know that I’d never be good enough for her.

I couldn’t risk what we had for the sake of selfishness, it couldn’t do that to her.

“Closure,” she nodded, “sounds like a good idea to me.”

There she goes again! Knowing my every thought and need but never thinking twice about it.

“Closure,” I smiled, nodding in agreement before zipping up my bag.

Today was going to be a long day.