Cursed

Chapter twenty one

Courtney's pov;

I woke up to Zoe's rather loud music, and singing.

"I GOT A BLANK SPACE BABY, AND I'LL WRITE YOUR NAME!"

Ugh Taylor Swift. I've never really liked her.

I dragged myself outta bed, and walked into her room.

She was dancing in front of her mirror singing.

"I guess mums out then?" I shouted and she turned around and started to piss herself laughing.

"Was you watching me dance?" She says whilst laughing.

"Yeah, I loved it." I grinned at her.

I went back into my room, and heard her music stop, then heard her run down the stairs, probably to watch tv.

I grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom.

I strip down and step into the shower, the hot water feeling like heaven on my back.

I only stay in the shower for about 10 minutes, and once I'm finished I hop out and wrap a towel around my body.

I walk out of the bathroom and walk straight over to my wardrobe.

I look through my clothes to decide what to wear.

"Or you could wear nothing." A voice says behind me and I rapidly turn around to see Dylan standing there smirking.

"DYLAN! Oh my god how did you get in?!" I yelled and grabbed my bed covers and wrapped myself in it, even though I had a towel on.

"Through there." He pointed at my bedroom door.

"What?" I questioned him.

"Zoe kindly let me in." He smiled. "You don't have to wrap yourself up, I've seen it all before." He smirked.

"Shut up." I said, remembering I was annoyed with him for bringing up the 'Zack' topic on Friday.

"COURTNEY! IM GOING OUT WITH KAYLEIGH, IS THAT OKAY?!" I heard Zoe shout up the stairs.

"YEH THATS FINE, JUST BE BACK BEFORE IT GETS DARK!" I shout back and I hear the door slam.

Our neighbourhood is quite friendly and nothing really goes on here, so I wasn't worried about her being out with her friends. Plus she'll be 14 in a few weeks.

"So why are you even here?" I asked Dylan, whilst taking off the bed covers, and just standing there in my towel.

"I wanted to talk to you." He says.

"Go on then." I say whilst turning around and looking at my clothes again. I suddenly felt a lot more comfortable and I let my towel drop, exposing my back and bum to Dylan.

I couldn't see his facial expressions, but I knew they were priceless, because I'm not usually this full on.

I look in my underwear drawer, and pick out a Lacey black pair, and slid them on.

I then chose a matching bra, and put that on as well.

"Well?" I turned around to see Dylan's mouth wide open.

"Don't catch flies." I grinned at him.

I turned around to pick out some clothes, when suddenly I felt Dylan's hands scoop me and up, and throw me onto the bed.

He laid on top of me, staring into my blue eyes.

We were both breathing really heavy, until Dylan spoke up.

"As much as I'd love to take you here and now, I actually came here to talk to you." He said, and I knew what he was talking about.

"Or we could just forget why you came over and here, and f**k?" A devilish grin spread across my face.

Dylan got off of me, and pulled me up so I was sitting up.

"No. We need to talk." He said sternly.

"But first can you put some clothes on, so I'm not staring at your chest all the time." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

I put on a pair of leggings, and Dylan's white t-shirt I stole ages ago.

"I meant your clothes not mine." He smirked, and I ignored him and sat down next to him.

"So tell me what happened on Friday." He said, deadly serious.

"I don't wanna talk about it Dylan." I simply say.

"Dammit why are you so stubborn?" He grits his teeth.

"I'm not stubborn, I just don't want to talk about it right now, there's a difference." I sass him.

He leans in, and whispers in my ear. "Baby just tell me, I wanna be there for you, and help you in every way I can."

I lean away from him and sigh in defeat. I'd have to tell him sooner or later, and he's being so lovely considering I was so rude to him on Friday.

***half an hour later***

What seemed like years later, I told him everything I told Ellie, and a few tears had fallen down my cheeks, having to remind myself of the awful memories again.

Dylan looked majorly pissed off, but at the same time he looked sad and concerned.

He pulled me into a hug and just hugged me.

We stayed in that position for about 10 minutes until he pulled away.

"You never told me you played guitar." He pointed at my old guitar leaning against my wardrobe.

"I don't really. I got it as a present years ago, and I never got round to learning how to play it. I prefer the piano." I simply say and he nods.

He gets up and walks over to my guitar.

He picks it up, and sits down whilst setting it on his lap.

"So, I know I said I don't write happy songs, but I was saving this song for when I needed to make you happy, and I think this is the perfect time." He says to me.

He wrote me a song? Oh my god.

I'm missing you so much, I'll see you die tonight,

Just so I can get to you before the sun will rise,

I know the signs are on and I feel this too,

None of that ever seems to matter when I'm holding you,

His voice is so angelic. It's beautiful.

And I'm wasting away, from you,

And I'm wasting away from you,

What have I gotten into this time around,

I know that I had sworn I'd never trust,

Anyone again but I didn't have to,

You had me at hello,

The lyrics are so beautiful, tears are rolling down my cheeks because he's so sweet.

I've never seen a smile that can light the room like yours,

It's simply radiant, I feel more with everyday that goes by,

I watch the clock to make my timing just right,

Would it be okay, would it be okay,

If I took your breath away?

What have I gotten into this time around,

I know that I had sworn I'd never trust,

Anyone again but I didn't have to,

You had me at hello,

You give me butterflies, at the mailbox,

You give me butterflies, at the mailbox,

You give me butterflies, at the mailbox,

You give me butterflies, at the mailbox,

What have I gotten into this time around,

I know that I had sworn I'd never trust,

Anyone again but I didn't have to,

You had me at hello,

You had me at hello,

You had me at hello.

He finally finished his beautiful song, and there were tears streaming down my face.

"That, was so beautiful." I whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

"I'm glad you liked it baby." He said, and put my guitar down.

He cupped my chin in his hand, and his brown orbs bored into my blue ones.

"I don't really know what to say about what you told me, but I'm always here for you beautiful. No one will hurt you again, because I won't let them. You mean everything to me, and I don't ever want to let you go. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and happy, I promise, because I love you Courtney Williams."