I took the steamy mug from him and sipped the delicious contents. He made it black, the way coffee should be. I took a couple of dead breaths and told him everything. I told him about my foster family (they weren't abusive or anything, just restricting) and I told him about my job, homelessness and the abuse received from my old boss. I only got a few senna was in before I started crying, but I decided it was best to try to keep talking and tell him everything. I didn't once look up to see his face because I was terrified of what he would think and if I looked up he would see I was crying.

Crying like the pathetic looser I am.

When I had finished talking I stared down at my hands which were folded on my lap and waited for him to respond. It felt like hours had passed before I could sense a reaction, but it was only a few seconds. Strong, warm arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his chest. I pulled back a bit, making him recoil completely. The coffee cup was still in my hands so I leaned over to put it on the floor by the mattress.

Accidentally, I made eye contact with him when trying to gauge if he would hug me again (like I desperately craved), all the emotion he had in response to my story came flooding from his irises. Red water lines with a slightly puffy look came closer to my own and bored hard into my own. It was so intense, the analytical gaze he gave me lasted and lasted. He must have found whatever he was looking for i wasn't exactly hiding my tears) because his warm embrace was around me again, warming my core and making me actually feel safe for the first time in months.

Realising I hadn't responded, I wrapped my own arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest. He smelt of coffee and vanilla, obviously he hadn't had a cigarette yet today. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of someone actually caring about me for a little while, knowing that it would be gone before long. I started crying again, knowing I would never feel safe and warm like this again in an awfully long time, if ever actually. My tears soaked into the material of his hoodie, creating a damp patch. He must have noticed as he let go of me, exposing me to the cold air again.

'What is it?' He asked, concerned. 'Have I done something?'
I stared into his confused eyes 'no no of course not! It's just that just then was the first and old time I've felt safe and warm in a long time'
'I had kind of guessed, you really didn't want to let go' he smiled at me (oh my goodness frank, get yourself together he's only smiling to make you feel better, I thought. But wow, his smile radiated warmth)
'Just let me go and dry this off ok? I'll be right back, you just stay there ok?'

He walked in the direction of the bathroom, his hips swaying slightly in those tight black jeans

Notes

Oh gosh I'm so sorry it's been a long ass time! College has been mad recently :( however, guess which bitch has now got a place at medical school for september?!?!? He he :)

as as always I love you all deadly and want to give you warm Gerard snuggles and bring you all coffee for being such lovely people

MRxx