The Girl in the Hoodie

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Consequences ~ Camila Cabello^^

Normal = Present time
Italics = Flashback

[Chapter forty-three]

-Noah-

{ Dirty tissues, trust issues
Glasses on the sink, they didn't fix you
Lonely pillows in a stranger's bed
Little voices in my head
Secret keeping, stop the bleeding
Lost a little weight because I wasn't eating
All the souls that I can't listen to, to tell the truth }

I look down at Nevaeh, who's fast asleep on my chest.

A frown rests on my face as I study her. She hasn't been eating much lately and she's been sleeping a lot. When she's not asleep, she looks tired. She's definitely skinnier than she was when she came back. Too skinny.

Her usually tan skin is pale and cold, the dark circles under her eyes never seem to go away.

She's not dying. She can't be.

But she is.

I brush her hair away from her face and place a kiss on her forehead before getting out of her bed, careful not to wake her.

I walk into the living room, shutting her door quietly.

"She doesn't have long, does she?" Megan's soft voice comes from the couch.

I bite my lip as I go and sit next to her. "What makes you say that?"

"The last days usually include loss of appetite, and being tired and sleeping all the time." She whispers.

{ Loving you was young, and wild, and free
Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet
Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound
A steady place to let down my defenses
But loving you had consequences }

"Yo, King!" Nevaeh pops her hood-covered head in my bedroom door. "Your mum said to get your ass down to the kitchen and help us make cookies."

Her head disappears from my doorway as she skips back downstairs.

I raise an eyebrow.

How is she so happy at nine AM on a Saturday morning?

Maybe I can smash her over the head with my guitar.

No, she'd strangle me with the strings.

Plus, you're in love with her.

Shut up, Pablo.

You shut up!

You shut up!

No, you shut up!

No, you sh—why am I arguing with my subconscious.

Because you're crazy.

Fuck off, Pablo.

You fuck off!

No, you fuck o—I really am crazy.

I stand up from my bed and trudge downstairs, raising my eyebrows when I hear the music coming from the kitchen.

"YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE," Nevaeh and Danny both scream out as they dance around the kitchen and mum sits at the island and watching with a smile on her face, ingredients for chocolate chip cookies sitting next to her. "I'VE BEEN LOCKED OUT OF HEAVEN!