I couldn't sleep. It was one am in the morning, and I hadn't even gotten one fucking minute's worth of sleep. No matter how much I tried to relax, I couldn't seem to stop thinking about earlier today in the corridor with Sebastian.

I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his head. Did he hate me now? Was he going to ignore me? I had no idea. It haunted me that I had looked him dead in the eye and told him I thought his best friend was more attractive. That was fucked up – even I knew that. It would have easily broken my heart if he'd done the same.

Rolling over in bed, I tried for the hundredth time to pull my mind away from it but instantly failed. My mind just kept mocking me by repeating various versions of the sentence, 'Sebastian hates you,' over and over again in my head.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. Sitting up in bed, I kicked my covers off and made an immediate path towards my wardrobe. I barely even registered what I was doing as I started pulling out a top and jeans to change into. At the back of my mind, I knew I was acting crazy, but that fact did nothing to stop me from pulling my pyjamas off and putting on my day clothes in their place.

Once I was changed, I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and pocketed it before quietly making my way to my bedroom door. I crept down the stairs as quietly as I could so as not to alert my parents.

Then without even thinking twice, I strode my way down the porch and out the side gate of my house. The night was pitch black, and I would barely be able to see if not for the scattered light coming in from our porch light and street lamps.

Like I was in a trance, my legs took me left at the end of the street and soon I found myself walking a route I knew all too well. I kept a watchful eye out as I walked as I entered a rougher area. It then dawned on me how striding out in the middle of the night all alone might not have been my smartest move.

It didn't take long until I started to slow down as I neared my destination. Coming to a slow stop, I turned to my left and stared up at a small two-story home. Sebastian's home.

I swallowed hard as I stared up at it, and started to feel doubt pick away at my mind.

I was actually insane. I had to be. I had literally walked to his house in the dead of the night without even calling him first. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Deciding if I had already gone this far, I might as well go all the way. So, with that thought, I started to make my way towards his gate that led to his back garden. I knew his window faced the back of the house, so I knew that was the smartest place for me to approach.

Luckily the gate didn't have a lock on it and I was able to slide my way past the gate and round into his yard.

Turning to face the house, I stared up at the two upstairs windows and was able to quickly work out that the large one on the right had to be Sebastian's room.

His curtains were drawn all the way shut and his window was completely closed. I stared in contemplative silence for about a second or so, as I weighed up whether or not I was crazy enough to see this through.

Then with a sigh, I bent down to the floor and picked up a few conkers that had fallen loose from their big chestnut tree. Before I had a chance to re-consider, I had already hurled my first conker and it hit the window with a light but noticeable clatter. I waited, and nothing.

I rolled my eyes, as I remembered he was a heavy sleeper. Trying again, I hurled my arm back and threw yet another conker with a bit more force this time, then another. Both hit his window.

Finally, as I was on my way to throwing my fourth conker, I saw the curtain shift before it was suddenly drawn out completely.

Sebastian immediately came into view. He was completely shirtless, and his messy black bed hair was ruffled up with some bits sticking to his forehead. He looked hot and cute all at the same time, and just one sight of him had already made my cheeks warm.

Get a fucking hold of yourself, Phoebe.

As his eyes met mine through the window, he paused and seemed to blink several times. Great, he thought I was a lunatic.

Figuring I should just get the awkwardness of this conversation open, I picked my phone out of my pocket and started calling Sebastian. Lifting it to my ear, I looked up at him with a nervous swallow as I waited for him to pick up on his end.

Once he realized what I was doing, he rushed from the window to his bed and picked up his phone. "Phoebe?" he called into the phone, as he made his way back to the window. He looked the definition of confused and who could blame him.

"Do you mind if I come in?" I asked quietly.

He blinked again, in what was undeniable hock. "Erm...y-yeah, of course," he stuttered rather foolishly. "I – wait, my parents are asleep so you can't use the front door," he cursed.

Stepping closer to the window, he started letting his eyes inspect over the roof. "Can you climb?" he asked suddenly.

I let my eyes glance up at the roof and saw that it was pretty flat around his window. And rather conveniently, the chestnut tree near his house, had one of its branches touching the side of the roof.

"Yeah, I guess I could climb," I mumbled, still staring up at the tree.

"Good, but please be careful," he almost seemed to say in a beg as he watched me carefully.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I mumbled dismissively. "Actually, wait, Phoebe, maybe it's not safe. Maybe you should-"

I hung up the phone before he could finish. What? He was way too dramatic all the time; it was annoying to listen to.

I saw him roll his eyes through the window as I made my way over to the tree and placed my foot on the first lower branch. Pulling myself up onto it, I reached for the next branch and climbed my way up onto that. I

could feel Sebastian's eyes watching me like a hawk, making me feel more nervous than necessary. He was always so frantic when I did anything remotely difficult. I could barely talk about the stunts I did in cheer without him giving me an earful about how he hoped I had done it safely. I swear to god that boy was half grandma, half boy.

Soon enough, I found myself on the branch level with the roof, and after sliding along some, I soon stepped out onto the surface of Sebastian's roof.

"Good, almost there, come on," Sebastian urged from the window. As I glanced over at him, I could see his brows were pulled aggressively together in that cute way of his whenever he got scared.

Rolling my eyes once more with a loose smile, I quickly made my way over to his open window where he stood.

As I crouched down to enter, Sebastian reached out a hand to steady me from behind. "That's it, nice and slow," he encouraged.

I wasn't too pissed at him being all protective as it got him to put his hands on me which was pretty nice.

Soon enough, I had successfully climbed down onto the floor of Sebastian's room, and I let out a breath after all my effort. Closing the window behind me, Sebastian turned to face me with concerned eyes.

Well, at least I think they were concerned eyes. In all honesty, it was kind of hard to keep my eyes on his face when he was standing all half-naked and shirtless before me.

He stepped forward, distracting me further, and let his eyes roam over me up and down. "What's going on? It's one a.m. in the night, Phoebe. Are you okay? Did something happen?" he asked in rapid succession. His voice still sounded low and quiet likely trying not to wake up his whole family.

I kept silent for a second after his questions as I slowly came to the realization that I had no actual sensible reason for being here.

Nothing had happened. I had literally no logical reason for being here other than craziness.

"I was just...erm...," I started as I tried to begin to make something up. Nothing came to mind. Sebastian's brow raised even higher.

"You're not mad at me, right?" I asked abruptly. Sebastian somehow managed to look even more confused than before and blinked slowly at me. "Erm...no," he said slowly.

There was another moment of awkward silence as I realized how truly stupid I was for not just throwing him a text.

"Well, good, I guess. I suppose I'll be off then," I said awkwardly.

I tried to make a step towards the window, but Sebastian immediately stepped forward and grabbed hold of my wrist. "Wait, how did you get here?" he asked suddenly.

"Erm...walked," I said with a shrug.

"Walked?" he snapped immediately, anger jumping off his tone. "What the hell do you mean, you walked? This neighborhood is rough, Phoebe. You can't just walk around in the middle of the night for no reason, you could have got hurt," he lectured with a frown.

It was odd to witness the rare times when Sebastian got angry; it wasn't an expression I was used to seeing from him. He seemed to permanently have one of those cocky loose smiles resting on his lips so now seeing it absent, was quite the contrast. He still looked cute, don't get me wrong, it was just different.

"Why are you just staring at me? Don't you hear what I'm saying?" Sebastian lectured on. "You shouldn't walk alone by yourself round here, okay? So, you're staying here, tonight."

The sound of those words instantly brought me back to reality. Staying alone with Sebastian for the night, was certainly something to pique my interest.

Deep down, I knew it was the true reason why I wanted to come visit him in the dead of the night in the first place.

"What about when morning comes? Won't your parents notice me?" I asked hesitantly.

"It's fine," Sebastian shrugged. "I'll set an alarm, so we wake up one hour before they do, and I'll sneak you out and walk you home. It'll be easy," he said assuredly.

I went silent as I mulled over his words.

"Come on, I'll get you something to wear," Sebastian said, not even waiting for my confirmation before striding his way over to his chest of drawers in the corner.

I watched the muscles of his back contract and relax hypnotically as he bent over and started rustling through all the clothing in his drawer. Call me insane – but there was something about the sight of Sebastian's back that always seemed to set me off.

"Here, that'll do," Sebastian said as he turned around. He held a blue t-shirt up in the air for me to see before scrunching it up into a ball and throwing it over to me.

I caught it quickly. "Thanks," I said stiffly. "I guess I'll get changed then...," I said as I made my way over to his door. Just as I touched the doorknob, Sebastian suddenly sprang forward and wrapped a hand around my wrist.

"Hey, wait just a second. You can't change in the bathroom; someone might run into you. Sorry, but you're going to have to just change in here," he mumbled.

I looked him up and down, before nodding after realizing he had a point. I didn't even really mind changing in the same room as him. It wouldn't exactly be the first time he's seen me in my underwear and besides, in all honesty, a little part of me kind of wanted him to stare at me.

"Don't worry, I'll look away. You can even use my wardrobe door as a little shield if you want," he said with a small smile as he nodded his head in its direction.

Knowing he was only trying to be helpful; I couldn't shake the mild feeling of annoyance that washed through me. Was he bored of seeing me half-naked or something?

Throwing him a kind smile, I made my way into the corner he suggested and started pulling back the wardrobe door a little. When I got to the last inch, I stopped myself and left the door a little ajar, so he'd easily be able to see me through the crack.

Sebastian seemed to notice this too as he eyed me through the door, up and down for a second or so. Then letting out an awkward cough, he turned away slightly and took a seat on the bed. He could have easily told me I hadn't shut it all the way, but he remained suspiciously silent. While he started to scroll through his phone, I pulled my top up over my head, shortly followed by my joggers. As I stepped out of the legs of my joggers, I could undeniably feel the heat of Sebastian's eyes, staring at me through the gap. I smirked internally and pretended like I didn't even notice.

Sebastian tried to be smart about his staring by lowering his gaze back to his phone every few couple of seconds but soon enough, they'd return right back to me. I knew it was fucked up that I'd made a purposeful spectacle of myself to purposefully distract him, but in that second, I couldn't bring myself to care.

Once I pulled his top up and over my head, I stepped casually out from behind the door like I was none-the-wise to his stares. "All done," I said chirpily.

As I came better into view, I noticed there was a slight redness to Sebastian's cheeks as he looked me up and down; especially as his eyes glanced over my naked legs.

It wasn't a mystery as to why. The top he'd given me only just scraped past my ass, and it was obvious Sebastian had noticed that.

After two more seconds of just dumbly staring, Sebastian suddenly let out a sharp cough and rose to his feet. In a cute anxious way, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Right....so, the bed's yours for tonight. I can just grab a sleeping bag from my closet," he said with a gentle smile.

"Wait, no. You shouldn't sleep on the floor; this is your house. I'm not even supposed to be here," I justified quickly before he got so much of a chance to make a step towards the wardrobe.

Sebastian's smile slipped from his face. "You're not sleeping on the floor, Phoebe if that's what you're suggesting."

"No...I just thought, we could, you know...just both share the bed," I mumbled as quietly as I could, embarrassed to get the words past my tongue. It felt like I was begging to sleep with him.

Sebastian's brows lifted up right away, and a spark of what looked like shock flashed through his eyes. "Really? You'd be okay with that? Even with the bed not being a double and only a small single?" he asked as he looked me up and down in disbelief.

Though he was trying to maintain a serious expression, I could see his lower lip twitching as he tried to hold himself back from grinning.

I glanced over at his bed, to re-assess it for myself. True to his words, his bed was only a small single bed tucked into the corner of the room. For two people to sleep in it, they'd have to sleep pretty fucking close.

I turned back to him and shrugged. "Yeah, it's no problem," I answered with a casual shrug. On the outside I was calm, but on the inside, my heart raced heavily away as I wondered how good of an idea this was. I mean, I couldn't control myself around Sebastian at the best of times, so lord knows I was going to struggle to share a small little bed with him.

"Okay, cool, I'll guess I'll put on a shirt then so you're more comfortable," Sebastian said, before making a move towards his wardrobe.

"No," I said suddenly, shocking myself at the speed at which I said it. Sebastian seemed just as shocked and blinked at me in surprise with a smile on his face.

"No? You want my shirt kept off," he repeated, turning to me with his brow quirked up in amusement.

"Only because I want you to be comfortable since this is your house and all. Not for any other reason!" I rushed out quickly." Sebastian's smile only grew, clearly seeing right through me.

"Umm, hmm, sure," Sebastian hummed unconvincingly.

"Well, after you then," Sebastian said with a wink, nodding his head for me to climb in first. Rolling my eyes, I made my way over to the bed and started to climb my way in.

Peeling back the covers I climbed under them and then shuffled up to make room for Sebastian. I didn't stop till my back was right up against the wall wanting to give him maximum space.

Sebastian didn't seem to waste much time and quickly started climbing in after me. Due to the narrow width of the bed, his body brushed against mine several times as he settled himself down beside me.

Sebastian clearly not too fussed about the spacing issue, then proceeded to shuffle himself much closer than was necessary before resting his head on the pillow while still facing me.

I swallowed hard, once I realized how intimidatingly close, he was. We were chest to chest and about a hair width away. The kind of distance you leave, right before you kiss someone.

Sebastian was making things worse, by scanning the features of my face over slowly. He started with my eyes, then my nose before finally resting on my lips. I could tell what he was thinking and if I was being honest with myself, I wanted the same thing. I wanted to just forget about Ava, and kiss him. And perhaps even do more.

When I saw his throat sink in as he swallowed, I could no longer take the heat anymore. "Good night," I whispered. Then rolling over, I turned to face the wall and away from distraction. It was bad enough that I was here in the first place. The last thing I should be doing was kissing him again.

Slowly, and hesitantly, I felt the covers shift behind me. Then, the next minute I felt a hand snake slowly around the dip of my waist and then rest there. I stiffened in surprise.

"Is this okay?" Sebastian asked softly.

I was slowly nodding my head before I could check the logic over in my head. Not needing any more assurance than that, Sebastian's hand continued moving and soon enough his hand was tucked all the way around my waist. Then getting even bolder, he tugged me closer till my back was flush against his chest.

And I didn't say anything. And I knew, I would continue not saying anything because as much as I denied it - I, Phoebe Wright knew that I was falling pathetically in love with Sebastian Diaz. 

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