MUSIC: THE QUIET - Troye Sivan 

Cher above^

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Amelia's P.O.V:

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I groaned when I woke up to the familiar banging against my skull; more commonly known as a hangover. When I opened my eyes I wasn't met with my bed sheets and bedroom, I was met with someone else's. I knew nothing would have happened last night and I wouldn't have gone home with anyone, so what happened? I saw a photo frame on the bedside table next to me. I picked it up and looked at the picture. There was a girl who looked a little younger than me. She had dark brown, nearly black hair that resembled Ryan's and was stood next to someone. I looked at that person to find that it was Ryan. The girl and him had a striking resemblance and I could only guess that she was his sister.

"Oh good, you're up." My head snapped in the direction of the door. Ryan was stood there in a pair of joggers and no top. His hair was all over the place and I knew that he hadn't been up very long either. He walked up to me and passed me a bottle of water and two paracetamol. I took them gratefully.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I figured you'd have a bad headache since you drunk the equivalent of the Pacific Ocean last night." He said and a small smile graced his face. I put the picture down.

"I think that's a bit of an exaggeration."

He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Maybe so, but it still seemed like it."

"Really? I don't remember. All I know is that we got there and now I'm here, in your house, I'm guessing."

"That is true." He nodded and sat on the end of his bed.

"What happened last night?"

He chucked slightly to himself and struggled not to grin at me.

"Quite a lot."

"Care to explain?" I asked. I was slightly worried. I became a truthful drunk, and that wasn't always a good thing.

"Well, we ended up dancing together, we snogged, you know, the usual. Then you suddenly told me that I friend-zoned you and that it hurt because you're in love with me. I took you back to the booth where everyone else was to try and get someone to calm you down because you looked like you were about to become hysterical. I couldn't tell if you were angry or upset and I didn't want to risk being murdered on my 18th. But when we got to them you simply stormed off to get more drinks. At about..2, I think, you were practically falling over because you were so drunk. Then you started to hug everyone and tell them how much they meant to you; other than me. I think you were giving me the silent treatment. To be honest though, I was drunk too so i'm not really sure." He laughed and I couldn't bring myself too. I'd told him I loved him? 

"Then I tried to talk to you but you stormed off for more drinks but we'd already told the barman not to serve you any more alcohol and to put you on water." He cracked up laughing. "You..You... You took a sip of what you thought was vodka and you..." He stopped because he was laughing too much. "I can't." He said and I swallowed. What had I done? "You.You spat your drink back at him and told him he was a goon that reminded you of a shrimp. Then you got kicked out so we followed you. Then you were telling me about how you really did love me and about how I kept friend zoning you. Everyone decided that you should come back to mine because they were all so drunk that they could barely stand up and couldn't deal with you. So yeah." He finished. He looked around awkwardly after mentioning the last bit.

"Oh." I muttered.

"Yeah."

"Can we just forget that it ever happened?" I asked.

"I don't think that's possible." He murmured and I sighed. I brought my knees up to my chest and looked away from him.

"Then can you answer one question for me?" I asked quietly. I was nervous. I didn't know what to do.

"Shoot."

"If I had meant what I said, and this is a hypothetical theory of course, what would you say?" I asked. I felt embarrassed. Not because of what i'd already said. I was embarrassed in case he didn't give me the answer I wanted.

"Um." He muttered and looked to the door. "I'm not sure."

Thanks for the help, pal.

"O.Okay."

"Do you want to get dressed so we can go downstairs for some breakfast. Well, it's probably lunch since its like 12 but.. Yeah, here are some clothes." He rambled. He suddenly thrust some clothes at me before he ushered me to the bathroom. 

I got changed into the clothes he gave me which were a pair of shorts that I assumed to be Cindy's and one of his tops. I wiped my face free of any make-up and threw my hair up into a ponytail with the hairband that was on my wrist. I used Ryan's deodorant and walked back into the bedroom. I was met with the sight of Ryan sprawled on his bed, face first. He was mumbling things to himself that I couldn't hear but I knew he was stressed from the way his back was tensed.

I climbed onto the bed and sat by him. He ignored me. I leant down and left a kiss on his shoulder, next to one of the many hickies that adorned his neck. He froze at my touch. I climbed onto his back and straddled him. I started to massage his back and as I did so trailed kisses up his neck. I started to massage a knot from his back and he suddenly moaned. I froze but then carried on. He flipped himself over so that I was straddling his hips and had the view of his face. He grabbed my arms and before I could do anything he pulled me down and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss wasn't like any we'd shared before; it wasn't just filled with lust, it was filled with tenderness and love. It was filled with emotion. We kissed for a while and he deepened it by pressing his tongue to my lips. We continued like that for long enough that we were both breathless. He pulled away and looked at me. He still had hold of my wrists.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" He asked breathlessly in a whisper.

"Just relax." I whispered and leant down to his neck. I left a kiss there. "You're stressed. Let me make you feel better." I whispered and trailed my lips up his neck and to his jaw. I started to massage his shoulder and he groaned and pushed me away. I furrowed my eyebrows at him and he groaned again.

"What?" I asked. My eyebrows were still furrowed and he gulped.

"Don't do that." He growled huskily. His hands traveled to my hips and they gripped them hard.

"Do what?"

"Do this." He said and furrowed his eyebrows. 

"What?" I did it again. "Why?" He groaned frustratedly and moved me from his lap. I sat on the bed next to him and he sat up. He bit his lip and ran his hands down his face.

"Because when you do that, and when you touch me and when you look at me, and when you do anything at all, I just want you. And you make me feel weird and those weird feelings are stronger when you furrow your eyebrows, when you smile or when you try and make me feel better. And I don't know what you're doing but it's driving me crazy." He said quickly and my lips parted.

That's how I feel about you too Ryan. That's exactly what you do to me. It's love. It's attraction.

It's everything.

"Ryan." I said. I wanted it to sound confident but it didn't, it sounded wobbly. He looked at me. He looked exhausted from stress. "I want you to answer the question I asked you earlier."

"I already-"

"Truthfully." I whispered and he sighed and turned away.

"Fine." He muttered. "Fine. I'll answer it. If you really did tell me that you loved me then I would say it back. But if you didn't mean it then I would feel like a complete fool and- crap. What am I doing? Huh? Oh my god." He rambled. He put his head in his hands.

Then I did something.

"Ryan i'm in love with you."

We both stopped. I didn't have anything else to say and he was processing my words.

"Sorry." He cleared his throat. "What?"

"I love you Ryan." I said but I said it louder. "I'm in love with you." I said. It sounded like I was excited and I was. But I was more scared than anything else.

"Really?" He asked. He sounded choked up. "For real?" 

"Yes for real. I'm in love with you." I repeated.

"You're? You. You love me?" He asked quietly. His voice was hoarse and his eyes were wide.

Sh*t. Maybe I misread the signs.

Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t.

"Oh no. What have I done?" I asked myself. I went to stand up but he grabbed me and pulled me back.

He pulled me close enough to him that our lips nearly touched.

"I love you too." He whispered and his lips hit mine once again, but this time, the kiss was slow and sweet.

"Really?" I asked. I'd never sounded so happy.

"Really." He mumbled, looking me straight in the eyes.

There was a strange feeling that ran around my body and I felt excited. I didn't know what for. But whatever it was, was making me happy.

Ryan was making me happy when I thought I'd never be happy again.

I couldn't help but laugh. Properly. And it was the first real laugh i'd let out in years. Ryan stared at me as I laughed in wonder, but then a smile graced his perfect face and he laughed along with me.

That was what I wanted. I just wanted to be able to sit, with Ryan and laugh over absolutely nothing yet still be happy.

I wanted Ryan.

And I think I had him.