"I remember when you were a little baby. I used to hold you in my arms all the time. You were a constant reminder that no matter what kind of past you have, there's always a way to have something come along and change it. Thank you for being my reminder, Jess."
I started to tear up. After everything my mom had put me through, she has always made sure that I know how much she loves me and that the past is in the past. I placed my head on her shoulder, whispering into her ear, "I love you mom," before she felt my hot tears run down her back. She squeezed me tightly before responding softly, "I love you more." It was the moments like these that I was grateful for.
Ruining the moment, she started saying, "Now, you're kinda cutting of circulation in my leg, so if you wouldn't mind.." I hopped up immediately, laughing at her complaining. "Oh shut it," I said, hitting her shoulder lightly.
I grabbed my bag that I had absent-mindfully tossed onto the couch before heading to my room. I walked down the hallway that was plastered with my baby pictures before reaching my doorway. As I began to open the door, it suddenly hit me like a truck going 90 mph: I never cleaned my room.
When I say that you couldn't see my floor, I wasn't exaggerating. There were heapings of clothes all over, how did I leave my house with my room looking like this? I had to clean it up before Liam came over, especially if I wanted anything to happen.
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After what seemed like a decade of cleaning, I picked up my phone and dialed Liam's number. He answered almost immediately, like he was waiting for my call. I began the conversation, "Hey babe!" "H-h-hi," he said, sounding out of breathe. He must've been working out. God it turns me on when I think of him all hot and sweaty.
"You sound busy, so I'll make this short and simple. Would you like to come over for dinner?"
"Yea....of course....what time...."
"How about 7?"
"Okay...that gives....me time....to get cleaned up..."
"Sounds good. I wish I was there with you baby. I love you. Text me when you're done."
"Okay...I love you too..."
And then he hung up. His unsteady breathing reminded me of last night, when he was coming to his end, literally. I looked in the mirror, and realized that I needed more cleaning than my room did. With two hours before Liam would get here, I decided to take a relaxing bath.
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One hour until he was here. What was I going to do with my hair? Or what am I going to wear? Oh god, so many things to do just for one freaking dinner.
I decided to leave my hair down and natural, because Liam has told me time after time again that he hates when I put too much effort into myself, and that I'm naturally beautiful. He is honestly the sweetest person I've ever met. When I'm with him, I don't think about my past, only my future. And all I see is him in it.
I sat on my bed and decided to read The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. I've already read it four times, but I am totally in love with Augustus that I just can't stop. He reminds me a lot of Liam. The way he puts his needs for Hazel before his own, and how his one wish is for Hazel to be happy. And how there's never an awkward silence between them, that they can just sit there forever, not speaking. Our connection is so beautiful, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Before I knew it, I had felt my phone vibrate next to my leg, Liam was on his way. I threw on some running shorts and a white V-neck t-shirt, showing some cleavage and leg, but not too much. I ran downstairs, and as I was headed out the door to wait for him outside, my mom told me to sit down. "What's wrong?" I asked, incredibly dumbfounded as to what the problem was.
Chapter 4
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