Between A Hard Place And A Rock

By: elmoruthPotterfan6

A/N: Here's my JUST LISTEN fanfic. This is just the prologue of the story. Please tell me what u think!

Disclaimer: I dont' own JUST LISTEN. I just own this fanfic. :)

Enjoy

I felt his breath, sticky and hot, on the side of my neck as he turned his head from where it sat on my shoulder to look up at me. I saw me, small and upside-down, reflected in his eyes. I'm sitting on his lap and I'm almost sure he can hear my heart thumping like crazy. His hand rested on my knee, where his thumb lightly traced circles above it. Slowly, he leaned into me to whisper in my ear.

"I love you," he breathed and I blushed along with my heart stopping. Goose bumps littered my arms and I closed my eyes, trying to remember everything so I won't ever forget. I couldn't repeat the same sentence let alone speak any coherent words.

"Are you happy?" He asked, bringing his free hand to the back of my head and he brushed my long hair out of my face. Of course I thought, but couldn't say it and ended up nodding. He chuckled.

I took my hands from my sides to around his neck and kissed his bristly jaw. I smiled as I ran my pointer finger over his unshaven skin. He wasn't able to shave this morning on the account of we spent the whole day sitting on his bed doing nothing. He leaned down on the four propped pillows against his headboard and I leaned against his chest.

We listened to the dying notes of the Truth Squad's CD and let the stereo turn itself off. The silence was bearable enough to not hurry to put another CD in. We listened to our breaths and I listened to his heart, trying very hard not to hear the beeping hospital monitor. Inside, I grimaced every time I heard the machines- hooked up to the guy peacefully breathing beneath me- beeped. How could I let this happen? I started this. I basically did this. A tear fell. If only I could stand up for myself on more then one occasion this wouldn't happen. He wouldn't be hurt. And I wouldn't feel so bad. He doesn't know and I don't want to be the one who tells him. But if I don't, it'll only be worse. If I wait it out, maybe telling him in a month or so, it'll be worse. If I tell him now, it'll crush him. How can he believe I'm good? Would he even believe that this is my doing? Or would he just look away, and leave me behind? I don't know.

I'm between a hard place and a rock, and all I want is a pillow to soften the blow.

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