With the Lights Off...

(72): Unsteady

* Three words. Me Before You. Both the book and movie were amazing. I know it's a bit controversial, but there's no denying that the story will make you cry truckloads. ALSO. The soundtrack is bomb AF.*

Nina's POV

Three days later

For some odd reason, Ian hasn't been anywhere near his normal self. I've tried every tactic I could to make just the slightest hint of it come out, but he's acting like he's in a trance. 

All I knew for sure was that he never brought up that night with Derek. 

Today, I'm planning to find out what the hell is going on.

After we meet with Devlyn Saint Laurent.

With all the drama, we never got started with our wedding planning, and it's driving all of our friends and family crazy. To be honest, we never wanted to fuss over every single detail, but they kept bringing up how crazy and extravagant Ian's proposal was. 

I blame the damn Oompa Loompas.

Now, I have to prepare for a brunch when my fiancé is acting so incredibly out of it.

As I was texting this morning, getting out of bed, Ian was already up and running around the neighborhood. I knew because he took his iPod and his sweats weren't hanging on the edge of the bed. Neither were his Adidas running shoes.

When I was folding up our blanket though, the pillows were pulled off of the bed and a flimsy, old-looking sheet of paper flew out from under Ian's. 

I picked it up and for a second, I felt as if I was invading.

Then I saw my grandmother's all too familiar handwriting.

It was her letter to the guy I would want to spend the rest of my life with.

Maybe it was something in this letter.

Maybe something written in it has him worried.

I bite my lip and unfold the letter slowly, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

But before I could even come close to reading the second line, Ian padded inside without his shirt on, scrolling through his iPod. As his gaze wasn't on me, I folded the letter back and tucked it under his pillow.

"You woke up early," I said.

No answer.

"Ian."

Even without his earphones in, he wasn't listening.

"Ian."

Nothing.

I rolled my eyes and walked towards him, snatching the iPod from his hands. Startled, he looked at me pointedly. "What the-."

"Ian, I've had enough of this," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing is going on," he snapped, walking past me.

"Oh, so what? Are you just on your period?" I said, turning around to look at him again.

He glared at me and shook his head. "Don't, okay?"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed him by the arm. "No, not okay. Something is going on that you're not telling me," I snapped.

"Nothing is going on, Nina," he said, shrugging away from my grasp.

"Right, except you're so fucking moody, it's like I can't even talk to you without you snapping at me!" I yelled loudly.

"Well who the fuck says I'd want to talk at 6 in the goddamn morning?!" he yelled louder.