A Chase Is Not A Chase If you're Not Running

12.

Vans POV

She pulled the duvet over her, and at that moment she honestly looked to stunning. He eyes were sparkling and her smile was out of this world. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. And she was so different. So perfe-                                                                  "You coming in then" she giggled.
I ran and jumped onto the bed. Causing her to fall off. We started laughing even harder. I really don't think I've ever laughed as hard before.
"Oi ya bastard!"
I smiled at her with a cocky grin and pretended to fall asleep. I swear she genuinely thought I was asleep cause she was not expecting it when I literally pounced on her aha.
"Shit van I thought you were asleep" she said
"Surprise muva fucka!!!!"
I leant in to kiss her and this time she kissed me back. Wow. Our lips intertwined for a good 7 minutes, before she pulled away slowly and complained that she was tired. She leant her head on my shoulder and I turned on the tv. Fuck all was on other than shîtty teleshopping. Fuck that man.
I got up quietly and put louder than bombs on the record player, before silently getting back into bed and remaining the position that me and Kathleen were in earlier.

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I woke by the sunrise, easing its way through the curtains. I looked beside me to see Kath sleeping so sound. She was honestly so beautiful. He hair all pulled back and her eyes shut tight. Stunning.
I headed outside to her balcony to watch the sun rise and have a morning fag. I loved Llandudno, but wouldn't it be class if I was somewhere else. Australia was amazing, but I was a kid and I don't think I enjoyed it as I much as I would now. Perhaps I'm not willing to got that far though. Maybe London. I love London. There's so much there for me and the band. Kath would love it there too. Maybe one day when the band gets bigger we can leave this place and go somewhere a bit more somin.
The sky rise was beautiful today. So many colours, merging together, creating the most stunning art. I appreciated natural art a lot more than I did canvas. There was just something about art occurring because it wants to rather than being forced to that just made me warm to it.
I puffed on my cig and sat down on this wire chair. And started out into the street. It was so quiet here. I guess that's why I loved it here. You wouldn't get the peace and quiet that you get here in London.
I was out on the balcony for a good couple of hours, just watching the sunrise, smoking a couple more.
When I went back in Kath wasn't there. I was confused. Did she not see me on the balcony? How long had she been up for. I went to find her.

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Kaths POV

He's gone. I knew it. I thought after our joking around last night things were a bit more settled and he was gonna stay. Guess not. I got out of bed and went and changed. Mom jeans and a black turtleneck. I grabbed my glasses (now that van wasn't here I wasnt embarrassed to wear them anymore) put on My docs, grabbed my keys, phone and some cash and I left. I walked down to the corner shop to get some more fags and bottle of whisky. My night was sorted. I didn't even know they let you buy alcohol at six in the morning but I guess you can. The sun had just risen and it was so beautiful, it would be even more beautiful if van was here. I walked through the park on the way home. My thoughts were starting to get the better of me and I didn't want that so I sat down at the same park bench I always do. Lit a fag, and opened the bottle of whisky. I drank the whole thing. And smoked the whole 20 pack. Shit. I thought it was best if I headed back now. Get some more sleep. I hardly got any last night. I was up all night staring at van, engulfing his perfectness. Forgot that I knew he was gonna leave In the morning. They all leave at some point don't they.

I got to my front door but someone opened it on the other side before I could. Mary wasn't home all weekend? Who?
I stopped in my tracks as I saw it was van. Stepping out. Looking worried. How did he get in? I locked the door. You can only open it from the other side without a key. Was he there the whole time?
"Kath, where have you been?"
I was gone for a good 3 hours. I was about to speak when I realised I'd been drinking. He'd notice it if I spoke.
"Kath what the fuck, speak to me"
"I've-"
"Been drinking?"
Fuck. He's gonna ask questions now. He looked down at the empty bottle of whisky in my hand the the empty 20 pack and looked concerned.
"Kath what he fuck is wrong. Please tell me. I'm worried about you"
"I'm sorry" I ran through the door and locked myself in the bathroom. Why the fuck do I always get things wrong. He was here the whole time. He didn't leave. He would never leave would he. I didn't know if he cared about me or if it was just cause I'm tight with his bandies. Didn't wanna make them mad ya know. But he didn't leave. Which means I didn't have to leave, Get thoughts of Billy and my dad, then drink.
Alcohol I knew took advantage of people. It did with dad and Billy....

I heard a knock on the door. I froze.
"Kathleen" van called for me.
"Yeah" I bluntly said back, trying to make it sound as if I hadn't been crying.
"Let me in"
I really didn't want to, but I couldn't leave him out there after everything he's done for me. Worried and all.
I opened the door slowly and motioned him to come in. I was sat in the empty bath with one leg hanging out and he came and sat down next to me. He gently held my hands and started singing something.
Your simpatico,
And all the lifts home and all the mixed feelings.
Your cuts above,
And you don't own worry or chest full of heartache.
It was  beautiful, he's beautiful. I think I now knew van wasn't like Billy. He cared about me. I snuggled into his chest and cried myself to sleep, as he sat there rocking me back and fourth, holding me like his own.