"Jacob?" your voice echoed in the dimly-lighted bathroom, crying your eyeballs out like a heavy rain.

You can hear his footsteps coming closer to you, waves of panic hit you like a tsunami. You shuddered under your breath.

He finally opened the bathroom door, revealing your puffy eyes, smudged make-up, and green eyes filled with disappointment.

"Louisa...," he muttered your name. He crouched next to you, his strong arms wrapped around your body. Comfort and warmness rushing into your soul.

"I can't believe this Jacob," you sobbed. "I love him bloody lot! I thought I trusted him."

He bit his lower lip. "I saw it coming, Lou, since they day you start dating him."

"Am I n-not perfect enough for him? If he never did love me why can't he just say it to me face-to-face instead of fucking another girl?!" you shouted shakily. "I need honesty, Jacob..."

He pulled you closer, his musky scent swirling in your nostrils, sending you into a nostalgia room. "Hush now," he said. "Do you still love him now?"

"Of course I do! But he just tore it apart, fucking hell!"

His grip tightened around you. "Why?" he asked. "Why do you still bloody love him?! Can't you see he's been acting shit towards you?"

"Jacob-"

"That fucking bastard, I knew it! He's been using you, that piece of shit! He used his charms only to get him into your goddamn knickers!"

"Jacob!"

"That... fucking... scoundrel...," he sobbed. "You shouldn't have been with him. He didn't deserve you."

You look up to see his watery eyes; for once he looked miserable. His strong and reckless shell melted, revealing his soft and sensitive core. "Why can you be so sure?"

He pulled away from your embrace, pulling your chin up with his calloused fingers. He looked deeply in your eyes, and you saw a man in love. He was filled with honesty.

"Because I've been here waiting for you," he finally answered.

After all this time being your bestmate, he couldn't think properly about his feelings towards you, especially when he found out he was being friendzoned. 

And right here, right now... He thought it was the perfect timing to show his affection towards you that has been eating his heart.

You reached your hand to touch his cold cheeks, inching closer to him. "I'm so sorry I didn't know," you told him.

"It's quiet alright, now," he said. "I've been loving you since the day we got close. And I know that you're the one that I would risk my life for. Our friendship was amazing, I cherished every bit of it."

He hugged you again. "And now, seeing your shattered heart, makes me feel that I have to do something to return your kindness. So why not I confess to you? I hope it heals your heart."

He loves me, you thought. He loves me, Jacob Frye...

You didn't know that moving-on could be that quick until those words blurted out from his mouth. You're sure he was telling the truth, for you trusted him for years.

You cupped his chiseled face, his British eyes magnified in your sense. "I love you," you said, and you was sure of it. A soft smile crept on your face.

He leaned closer to you, his heartbeat boomed in your touch. His plump lips pressed into yours lightly and politely. He was hesitant at first, but you confidently pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

"Likewise, Miss Hawthorn," he replied, kissing you again.

Eternal love was blooming...

___TheEnd___

I cried :')

By the way...
I AM SO FUCKING SORRY FOR THE LOOONG UPDATE T^T