#welsh holidays

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Who wants to write a thing about our various characters exchanging insults to a dead horse head and chaos erupting in the island?

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Happy St David’s Day!!

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Valentine’s Day

AKA I’m still crap at finding titles for what I write... This is a sequel to Welsh holidays for Valentine’s Day (Hello Captain Obvious!) but it can be red separately.

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It's Saturday morning and even if you're still kind of asleep, you can hear your phone vibrate on the nightstand. But you're so warm under the covers that you don't wanna pick it up and you groan as you put your pillow over your ears until it goes to voicemail.

Seriously, who would be crazy enough to disturb your precious sleep on a Saturday morning? All the more since it seems to be quite early judging by the soft light from the outside barely entering the room through the blinds. You sigh as you chuck your pillow away in frustration and look at your phone to see who it was. After all, it might have been an emergency...

Before you have the time to take it in hand, it starts vibrating again and you see that it's Taron calling. Your heart skips a beat and as a reflex action, you glance at the frame turned upside down on the nightstand next to the phone. It contains the picture that you two took at the hill view point last summer and that you printed as soon as you came back to keep him close even if he wasn't, physically.

But since last week and your fight with him over Skype, the picture is out of view. He had promised to come see you then as it was the weekend before Valentine's day. You would have celebrated it together and finally would have seen each other as you hadn't been able to since November. Instead, he had accepted a last minute assignment at school that had him busy the whole weekend and even if he apologized profusely, it made all the little insecurities that you have resurfaced at once and the shout match that ensued wasn't pretty.

You had not spoken to him since then, and only replied to his texts and messages by a "Gimme time" after receiving a red roses bouquet bigger than your head on Tuesday the 14th. This long-distance relationship was harder to maintain than what you had initially thought. Most of your weekends were busy working and so were his, either with assignments or trips to Aberystwyth to see his family. So in the end, your relationship was mostly happening online aside from a few weekends spend together either in Paris or London since last August.

6 month into it and you were already on a break. This whole thing seemed to be off to a bad start.

Back to the now, it is time to take a decision. You can't avoid him forever and decide to pick up the phone and hear what he has to say.

- "Hello Taron", you say in a raspy voice as you answer the call. - "Hi Y/N", he replies cautiously. "Did I wake you up?" - "Well, it's 8am on my Saturday off so what do you think?" - "Ok I deserved that one, sorry, but I couldn't wait anymore. I needed to talk with you and try to patch things up." He adds in a hurry, not wanting to be interrupted. "I really missed you this week, our daily contacts have become an important part of my life and without them I felt...kinda lost honestly." - "I...Me too Taron. I still love and miss you, don't get me wrong, but I'm starting to wonder if all the trouble is worth it." - "I know what you mean, but I'm sure it is! My future career is important to me too though and I don't wanna miss any opportunities. I just have to find a balance between the two." - "OK...To be fair, I work a lot on weekends too and even it it's not my fault, I could have made more efforts to see you on my off-time." You bargain. "I'm sorry I cut you off like that but I needed time to think about it all and what I got off it is that I missed you intensely. I was mad at you but still found myself reaching for the phone when I saw something that made me think about you or thought of something funny that I wanted to share with you." - "Same here Y/N, I tried to respect your wish but I still send messages. Seems like you're the strongest of us two." He ends. - "Now you're just flattering me, don't push it Taron." You say jokingly "I'm glad we could work it out still." You add more softly."And I'm sorry I pushed you away like that, it's just...what I do." - "I'm happy about it too, especially since I've planned a surprise that should arrive to you soon if I'm not mistaken." - "Oh, is that so?" You say excitedly as you put the frame back into place on the nightstand and sit in your bed. - "Yep, you'll see. I have to go but I'll talk to you soon Y/N. Bye for now!" - "Bye Taron, love you!" - "Me too."

You sigh as you hang up, relaxing at once. You both have efforts to make but you are reassured about the fact that he's as willing as you to try and make it work once again. With this weight lifted from your shoulders, you feel ready to go back to sleep. It's Saturday after all and the day is still young. And a few minutes later, just like that, you're already in the arms of Morpheus.

That's when the doorbell rings. Seems like the world thinks that you don't deserve more sleep today. On the other hand, that must be the surprise Taron told you about on the phone and you're quite impatient to see what it might be. You rush to the front door, still in your sweatpants and night t-shirt and look into the peephole. All you can see is flowers. The pink roses bouquet is so large that you can't even see the delivery man behind them!

This man is crazy, you think to yourself as you unlock and open the door. Crazy romantic too as it happens, cause when the door finally opens, not only is there a flowers bouquet but also a puppy plushie with a red heart balloon attached to its collar! And the 'delivery man' is none other than Taron himself. You freeze for a second, with your mouth open as he opens his arms with a questioning look "Surprise?"

Passed the initial stupefaction, you throw yourself in his arms and kiss him as he tries to return the hug awkwardly with both hands full.

- "I'm so sorry again that I missed Valentine's day with you" He whispers in your embrace. "I'll never ever miss one again." - "You mad man!" You reply softly, still holding him. "What if we hadn't made it up over the phone?" - "Well, I would have looked pretty ridiculous stuck with my gifts in the streets of Paris!" He shrugs with a smile as you swat his arm. - "Come on in, anyway, we have some 'things' to catch up on." You say as you step aside to let him into your flat, taking the roses from him.

You go look for a vase as he puts the plushie on the coffee table and leaves his backpack near the couch.

- "Do you want tea or something?" You shout from the kitchen. - "Hum, full disclosure, I've been sitting at the coffee shop down the street for hours before calling you so I had a lot of coffee already..." He says shyly. - "Hours? When did you arrive?" - "I'm kinda broke so I took the bus to here, we drove all night and arrived in Paris around 6am." - "That's it, you officially are the craziest guy I know." You state as you come back into the living room. - " Crazy about you my dear!" He answers with a wink. "But more seriously, I felt guilty about missing our weekend together and I wanted to make it up to you. I've planned a lot of romantic things for us this weekend. We're gonna go through all the romantic clichés of the city." - "Oh, is that so?" You ask mischievously, coming closer to him. "Do we have time for a bit of fun before that or are we on a tight schedule here?" - "I'm pretty sure that we can make time for that, no problem." He retorts, sweeping you off your feet and heading to the bedroom.

He kicks the door close, leaving all your worries behind it as you latch onto him, laughing. And as the sun rises on the Eiffel tower, a new leaf is turned over your love story and you get ready for a wonderfully romantic weekend.

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I might write more on this story later but for now, as I'm so busy, consider this the final and definitive ending in case I don't come back to it.

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Would you considering doing a part two of that Taron fic you have on AO3? Welsh Holidays was fabulous.

First of all thanks for the compliment, I’m glad you liked my story ^^

About a part 2, as you may have noticed, I’m not so much on Tumblr anymore since this summer and that’s because a lot happened since then. My father had a serious accident and is since severely paralyzed. Also, I started a new job with more weekly hours than before. All this to explain that I have less time to be online and to write.

Plus this story came to me all at once and I felt the NEED to write it. I have not had the urge to write in a long while now even if I hope that it will come back. I don’t wanna do a part 2 just for the sake of it, you know, if I do it, I want it to be good! 

Do you maybe have some suggestions about what you would want to happen in said part 2? In case it inspires me, who knows...

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Update on Welsh Holidays

I wrote a lot this afternoon, finished the scene I was stuck on and I’m now at 4 pages on Part 10. I intent for it to be the last chapter and it will be longer than the others cause I don’t wanna stop in the middle of nowhere on the story just to make it in 2 parts. 

However, I’m starting a new job tomorrow and I don’t really know what my schedule will look like once there. I hope that I’ll get some free time to finish the story soon but for now, Wednesday and Thursday at least, are fully packed with work and seeing friends after that.

I’m hoping that the weekend will bring me some peace and quiet to finish this and once again, thanks for waiting guys!

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This morning’s anon will be pleased to know that I wrote a bit more than a page of the next chapter for Welsh holidays today. It’s most likely the last part of the story so I really wanna make it extra good for you, guys.

I’m leaving tomorrow for Portugal though so I won’t be able to write more until I get back home on Friday but I will for sure and I hope you can bear with me and wait until I’m done. 

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Welsh holidays Part 9

So here is part 9, lillian1396 you can stop stressing out! ;) I’ve put a little bit of the end of the previous part to start with.

As usual, I hope that you’ll like it and comments are welcome, etc,...

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« Oh... » 

That's all he says. 

And you close your eyes, tears silently welling up in them again as you brace yourself for the worst. 

« I didn't...I tried not to think about it honestly but now that you're bringing it up I don't know what to say... » You thought that you were ready for rejection but it still hits you hard. You bitterly think that you were right this morning, telling yourself that he didn't care. You free your hands from his and finally look back at him, your gaze may be blurred with tears but it's icy now, like your tone when you finally speak. « I see. No need to explain. You don't owe me anything. Just, leave please. »

You go to open the door but Taron doesn't move, he's looking at you in disbelief, mouth open. « Do you seriously think that I'm gonna go and leave you ? Give me a little credit please Y/N ! You just told me something big and I need a little time to articulate how I feel, if that's not too much to ask ! » You slam the door back shut and fold your arms « Whenever you're ready then. » you reply, standing there. He seems frustrated. Like he has so much to say but doesn't know how to do it. « First of all, I really care about you Y/N, don't doubt that, ok ? I'm not the kind of guys to run around and seduce every girl I meet just for a laugh. Also, I did mean what I told you yesterday, about feeling at ease with you. We shared so much in so little time that I feel like I've known you for a longer time than I actually do. » You hold back a small smile at that as it also describes what you feel about him but quickly school your face back to stony again before he continues.

« I really want what we have to keep on growing. I already miss you when we're not together and it hurts to think about you with someone else. But...I feel like you deserve better. No please let me finish. » he says as you open your mouth to retort. « I mean, we deserve better in fact. What kind of a relationship would it be with us both in different countries ? Internet and phones can only get us that far. I want to be able to really be with you, you know ? And I don't feel like it's possible in this situation. Now I'm done if you wanna speak. » You don't even know where to begin after what he said. He's staring at you intently, his eyes shiny with un-shed tears. On one hand, you're so relieved that he does care about you that the rest of what he explained doesn't really matter but on the other hand, he has a point. Point that you're ready to discuss.

« Admittedly, I've never tried a long distance relationship before so I can't say that I'll be able to make it work.» you state, slowly sitting back on the bed near Taron. «  But if we both care about each other; and you do care about me from what I got. » You gaze into his eyes this time, trying to convey what you feel and he nods, a tense smile stretching his lips. « Why shouldn't we at least try then ? I'm not asking you to promise me anything but that you're willing to give it your best. I've always said that I'd rather have remorse that regret and this is one of those times. I'd rather we fail knowing that we at least tried. What do you say ?»

Your eyes search his to try and predict what he's gonna reply to your arguments but he doesn't ponder for long « But what if it doesn't work out ? I guess I'm just afraid of being hurt more later than I would if we ended it now. » His answer frustrates you « Don't you think that I've thought about that too ? Of course I'm afraid. You just have to remember what happened this morning to know it ! But on the other hand, what if we were like, destined to be with each other and we let that go just because we were afraid ? It's all about taking chances and I wanna put my faith in you, Taron. I believe in us working out...But, I don't wanna, like, force you into it you know ? I'll respect your decision, whatever it is. » you end, wincing.

You hope that he will rally to your opinion but you don't want him to feel trapped into it. He looks really torn thinking about it. « If you...need more time to make a decision, I can totally understand. » It's taking so much out of you to say it. He sighs and finally starts talking again « When I get into a relationship, I'm 100% into it from the beginning. I'm someone passionate, I can't help it, and too many times it broke my heart to see that the woman I was in love with didn't feel the same or wasn't as into me as I was into her. I've done some pretty crazy things for love.» You don't really see where he's going with that but it sounds promising so you don't say anything and give him time to continue when he feels like it.

« So I guess that seeing you being the passionate one for once, I mean the more passionate one in the relationship scared me a little but maybe it's not that crazy to give it a try... » He's barely finish speaking that you launch yourself into his arms, kissing every inch of his face that you can reach, half-laughing, half-crying with relief. « And Paris is not that far from London where your school is. 2 hours in the Eurostar and I can be there. » you add in between kisses.  His eyes light up and he answers « I've always wanted to go to Disneyland Paris. Can we do that sometimes ? » You laugh at how big of a dork he is and nod in agreement before resting your forehead against his « You will love it, believe me !»

Leaving on Saturday will still be hard but at least you know that you have something to look forward to and you feel like it could be the start of something great. You tell Taron so, foreheads still touching, like you're in a little cocoon of safety, your arms around his neck and his on your back. You can feel more than see him smiling softly before he kisses you slowly, his tongue tracing your lips before nibbling on the lower one a little. After the roller coaster of emotion you had to endure today, feeling safe in his embrace is the best that could happen to you right now.

He lays you down, still kissing you on the lips then the jaw, the neck and the collarbone, taking his sweet time with you. It feels so very intimate, not just pure sex but Taron expressing his love and care for you with every touch and kiss. He opens your bathrobe to discover your still naked body as you didn't dress back up after your shower earlier and you feel shy all of a sudden. His gaze roams over your exposed skin and as he is still fully clothed, you feel your blush spreading from the root of your hair to your toes. Turning your head to avoid eye contact, you pull at his t shirt to get it off him but he's having none of that. He takes your face in his hands softly, making you look at him directly « You're cute when you're shy. » he murmurs before finally taking off his t shirt and kissing you again.

He's half on top of you and keeps grinding his clothed erection on your thigh, his hands drifting on your body, alternating between barely-there touches, soft scratches and firm gripping. His mouth travels south on your skin to reach your pussy slowly but surely. He puts one of your legs over his shoulder and keeps the other out of the way by holding on your thigh. His other hand links with yours as he starts licking your wet opening. He first goes for wide circles around your clitoris, slowly working his way closer and closer with each one as you begin to pant. He sucks on it gently from time to time, making you hiss as you arch your back from the bed.

His hand leaves your thigh to caress your breast before you take two of his fingers in your mouth, licking and sucking on them.You never broke eye contact and the whole act is feeling that much hotter and personal. Without a word, you direct his now wet fingers back down and he gets the message. He starts to use them to finger you, crooking them upward at times. Meanwhile, you're writhing on the sheets an gripping his other hand tight, little cries escaping you. When it all starts to get too much, you squeeze his hand and he comes back to your level to kiss you again.

« Are you sure that you're up for more ? » he asks you softly between kisses « Today has been quite emotional for you and I don't wanna push it. » You take his face in your hands and slowly stroke his cheeks with your thumbs, eyes locked with his before replying « I want all of you, Taron, please. » He seems to search your gaze for any doubt and, not finding any, he pecks you on the mouth and leaves the bed to get a condom. Once he's back and ready, he loses no time in getting inside you. You both sigh from pleasure as he begins moving in and out of you at a slow rhythm. Your legs around his waist and your hands on his back, scratching a little and keeping him close. Your foreheads are touching and you keep kissing between panting breath.

The quicker his cadence, the messier the kisses and in the end, you're just kind of breathing into each others' mouth. Your orgasm hits you before his and you hold on tight to him, arching your back and moaning loudly, your insides clenching around his cock. A few more in and out movements and he stills, biting your shoulder as you hiss from that little bit of pleasure/pain that it makes you feel. You stay like this a few minutes before it gets uncomfortable and Taron has to slip out of you and dispose of the condom but he's swiftly coming back and joining you under the covers.

You're still on your back and he snuggles close to your side, his head atop your boob, tangling one of his leg with yours. You share a quiet moment, stroking his hair and kissing the top of his head and as he doesn't move, you believe that he's asleep. So you're a bit startled when he speaks again « Do you have plans for your last day tomorrow ? Or can I offer an all-day-sex-marathon ? » he declares smugly, his eyes still closed. « Tsss you ruin everything, I'm already regretting my decision to be with you. Can I take my feelings back ? » you reply rolling your eyes. He laughs at that and kisses the part of your skin closest to his lips.

Then his stomach growls and it reminds you that you didn't eat since this morning. You groan « Huuumm I really don't feel like going out to eat now but I'm so hungry ! » He seems to remember something and jumps out of bed to take a bag from the table. He clears the kettle and mugs from the tray provided in the room and brings both the bag and tray to bed as you sit up in it. « Food for you my darling ! Your friends gave me that earlier with your key-card and instructions to come up to bring it to you and not get out of the room before we, and I quote, 'got our heads out of our asses' » he says, imitating Helen’s voice and accent. You laugh and dig into the bag to find a sandwich to share with Taron « I'll have to send them a thank you text later then ! »

The atmosphere is relaxed once more and you eat while discussing your plans for tomorrow. Taron has a mate with a boat and suggests to go with a bunch of them for a trip at sea. After a few texts exchanges, things are settled and you'll be joining Taron's friends at the marina tomorrow at 10am. You didn't forget to keep the girls updated on what happened between Taron and you, and received a lot of happy emojis in return.

As you turn the lights off and prepare to sleep, the long emotional day you had vanishes and the only thing that matters is the man lying besides you. Sleep comes easily as you try not to think that tomorrow is your last day with Taron for a while.

[Part 10]

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Welsh holidays Part 8

Here is part 8 with a trigger warning for panic attack. I won’t say more, you’ll see...hope you like this part and as always, feedback and reblogs are welcome!

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Fingers on your hip pressing on the hickey there, lips on your shoulder blade and a whispered « cariad », that's what wakes you up on Thursday morning. Taron is spooning you and one of his hand is playing with your hair. « Hi there » you murmur sleepily back to him «What does 'cariad' mean? I heard you say it the other day too but then I fell asleep and forgot to ask you. » His hand stops mid-movement and only the silence answers you for a bit « Oh...you heard that. » He sounds a bit flustered that you heard him and you wonder why before he finally replies « It's a Welsh endearment term. It means something like 'darling' or 'sweetheart'. »

You turn in his embrace to face him and kiss him on the nose « Well, that's cute as hell and I love it ! » He smiles and blushes a little as you go on « And I love your moles too, and the way your hair always looks like you just got out of bed. » you add, ruffling it a little. As he catches your hand to stop you, he starts kissing your fingers lightly. « I love how dorky you look with your glasses on and the fact that we can talk about everything. I also love the mind-blowing sex we're having, and... » You stop bluntly before you can say what's on your mind and you start to panic. You love him, that's it. You've fallen hard and it happened so quickly that you don't even know how it did. But you both agreed from the beginning that this was not what this relationship was and now you don't know what to do about it.

Your breath quickens and you start to hyperventilate, eyes wide, your body shakes and you try to leave the bed. All that you know is that you can't be near Taron at the moment, you need to calm down from this panic attack you're having. Taron is so surprised by your sudden comportment change that he doesn't know how to react and he looks lost, trying to guide you back to lie down « What's going on, Y/N ? You're scaring me, come on, calm down ! » But you can't, it doesn't work like that, the sweeter he is, the more anxious you get and you can't control it. With a jerk, you release your arm from his grip and run to the bathroom to lock yourself in. You're crying and still shaking. The shortness of breath is getting worst and you really have to concentrate to get the air into your lungs. You're feeling dizzy and like you're gonna faint when you hear Taron's worried voice through the door « Come on, talk to me Y/N ! What's happening ? ».

« Just go, please Taron go ! » you shout between two difficult gulps of air. Your chest is in pain and the trembling is getting worst now that you're curled up naked on the bathroom floor. You keep pleading him to leave in-between sobs and after what seems like an eternity, you finally ear his defeated voice telling you « Ok, as you wish, but I really feel that we should talk. Whenever you're ready. And I'm not leaving you alone like that, I'm telling the girls before I go. » A fresh wave of incoherent panic hits you again with that « Don't ! Tell them...not well...please... » You can't even hear his quiet reply as the sound of your heavy breathing and heart beat is the only noise to resound in your ears but a few minutes after that, you can still make out the sound of the door closing.

Now you're alone at last, alone with your pain and anxiety. You feel empty and like you might die. Your chest aches and you don't know if that's from the physical or mental pain anymore. All you know is that there's a black hole where your heart was a few minutes ago and that you were the one to dig it in the first place. You manage to take one of the bathrobes hanging at the door to wrap yourself in it before lying back down.

So many thoughts are rushing through your mind, the main one being how you were so stupid as to think that this relationship could go anywhere. Of course it was just a summer fling and of course it was gonna end as you got back home but for some reason, you thought that you could handle this and not get emotionally attached. Big mistake. Now you're lying here, broken, when Taron must be going on with his everyday life, not worrying about you the slightest bit. The little nagging voice in your head tells you that he must do that with every tourist he sees, every week a new girl to have a good time with before she goes back home and he's free to do it again.

Your symptoms are not getting any better and you feel tears fall from your eyes, the taste of salt strong on your open lips as you try to calm your breathing. Your heart is still beating faster than ever and you know that only time will make it better. But for now, it's as if a black curtain had suddenly fell on your life. How can someone you've known for such a short time make such a difference in your life ? You felt so safe in Taron's presence, cared for...loved. And for a split-second, you're ready to believe that maybe he could feel the same. If only you didn't panic, you could have talked to him and see what he felt but you just can't. You can't face the possibility that he doesn't care and you're back in your downward spiral.

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You don't know how much time has passed before your eyes dry out and you start to breath normally again but it seems like days. You're completely exhausted and covered in cold sweat so you decide to take a quick shower before going back to bed. Just as you get out of the bathroom, the room door opens and your friends get in. « Hello Y/N ! Wow, you look wrecked indeed. » says Helen as she walks in and you stop on your tracks not knowing what to do « Taron left us your key-card when he left. Told us you weren't feeling well and that you wanted to rest but it's been more than 2 hours and we were getting bored without you so we came to hang out. What's up ? » she continues.

Your lips tremble and you feel your eyes fill with tears again as your murmur « I fucked up. I fucked up real bad, girls. » In a matter of seconds, they're at your sides, helping you to sit on the bed and comforting you while you take time to regroup yourself and tell them what happened this morning with Taron. You're still pretty shaken at the end of your story and seeking for advice on what to do next. They stay silent for a while, looking at each other before Caroline speaks « I really think that you should talk to him about how you feel, Y/N. You imagine the worst but what if you don't tell him and he felt the same ? » And Helen to add « Yeah, I told you that first night how he was eyeing you intently and it never stopped. Maybe you didn't pay attention but he's always gazing at you like you're the eighth Wonder of the World. »

You ponder what they said for a bit, plagued by doubt. What if they were right though and you lost the opportunity of an amazing relationship just because you were too scared to talk about your feelings ? But you really can't think straight at the moment, you're still so tired and a monumental headache is pounding behind your eyes. « I...I don't know. I'm really exhausted. Thanks for taking care of me but I just wanna sleep now. I need time. » Your friends are scrutinizing you, clearly concerned so you feel the need to add « I'm just gonna sleep, I promise that I feel better already. Thanks for listening and for the advice. » They smile sweetly and tuck you into bed before leaving with one of the key-cards and the promise to come back around dinner time to bring you something to eat as you insisted that you weren't hungry at the moment.

You curl up under the covers and can't help but take the pillow Taron slept on into your arms, burying your face in it to take in his already familiar smell. You sigh and a single tear rolls down your cheek as you're wondering where your next conversation with him will lead you. After a while, you finally fall into a disturbed sleep, still unsure about what to do next.

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There's a hand in your hair, stroking it then putting a lose lock behind your ear before resuming its movement. This dream feels nice and you don't wanna wake up and go back to the situation you have to face in real life. « Just a bit more... » you utter under your breath and you hear a faint « For as long as you'll want me to. » Your eyes burst open and you start back so intensely that you nearly fall off the bed. Taron is here, for real, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands held up as if to show that he means you no harm. « Sorry Y/N, I... I didn't mean to wake you up, I was just worried after... Are you ok ? » Your heart still beats a mile per minute from the surprise and you don't know how he got there, forcing you to face him. Except if...the girls had your other key-card, so they must have given it to him.

You finally focus on Taron to see that he looks genuinely upset, his clear eyes tormented and worrying his lower lip between his teeth. And now you're feeling guilty cause you're the one who put him in this state and you just want to take him into your arms so you do. You throw yourself at him and hug him tight.You feel his arms slowly come down and squeeze you back. « You scared me so much Y/N. » he mumbles into your hair « It was all so sudden and I thought you didn't want to see me again. Are you ready to tell me what this was about ? » You grip him tighter and shake your head a little « Can I just...hold you for a bit more, please ? » He doesn't answer but stays put as he strokes your back. If it's the last time you see him, touch him, at least you wanna make it last a bit longer.

When you finally feel like you're ready, you release your grasp on him and distance yourself a little on the bed. « So... » you say, looking at your hands resting on your thighs « I had a panic attack this morning. It doesn't happen to me much anymore but it used to when I was a teenager. A little something can trigger it and then I'm off to hyperventilate and cry for hours without being able to calm down. It's quite awful. » You stop and Taron reaches for your hands, taking them in his « So what triggered this one ? » he asks softly « Cause we were doing nothing in particular. Did I...was it me somehow... » You quickly shake your head and carry on,still not looking him in the eyes « No, no it was entirely me. I just thought... » you take a deep breath before continuing « I'm falling for you Taron. Hard. And the thought of losing you in less than 2 days overwhelmed me. We promised to each other in the beginning than it would just be a casual thing and now here I am. So yeah...that's what it was about. »

« Oh... » 

That's all he says. 

And you close your eyes, tears silently welling up in them again as you brace yourself for the worst...

[Part 9]