Hidden In These Walls

12- I'm Already Yours

//Jason//

I can tell that Hunter wasn’t comfortable with Jared in the room. Even though he said that it’s my choice, it’s so obvious that he wouldn’t be pleased if I forgive Jared. From the fire in his eyes, anyone can tell how angry he is.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

“It doesn’t matter.” He replied.

I tightened my grip on his hand and said, “Yes it does. You seem angry Hunt.” 

“Well, off course I am! He knocked you out yesterday, yet here he is talking to you and pleading for your forgiveness after everything! How daring!” He snapped at me.

I flinched at his aggressive tone of voice, and scattered a little away from him, my hand slipping out of his own. The way he snapped at me reminded me of my father instantly. My dad always screams at me like that with no evident reason. Hunter screamed at me when it wasn’t my fault and surprisingly, it hurts a lot.

His eyes slowly softened at the realization of what he just did, and he shuffled closer to me. I shook my head and moved away from him.

I was aware of Jared’s presence in the room, but right now, I don’t give a s**t.

“Jason, baby I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” Hunter muttered.

I didn’t reply, and just looked at my hands as I fumbled with them. I never thought Hunter, the caring and thoughtful Hunter, would scream at me like that. I know it was only once and not worth it but the look in his eyes was threatening and I couldn’t but feel slightly scared.

“Angel please, I…I’m really sorry. God, I’m such a bastard!” He was now angry at himself.

I honestly didn’t know how to react. I felt the tears threatening to fall down my cheeks at any minute, and I tried to compress them.

Suddenly, my face was squashed between two hands and I was staring straight into his beautiful eyes. 

He pecked my lips once, then my nose, and then back to my lips again. “I’m sorry angel. I know what I did hurt you, and I’m so sorry. God, I feel like punching myself!” He mumbled across my own lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He kept on apologizing and just then, I felt so stupid. Hunter won’t hurt me; it’s so obvious he would never hurt me.

“It’s fine.” I muttered before crashing my lips back on his and placing my palms over his own hands which were still cupping my face.

I could really get used to kissing this boy. He just grabs you in and before you know it, you’d never want to let go.

Someone clearing their throat took us out of our passionate kiss. I looked up to see Jared staring at us, a blush so evident on his face.

“Oh, for God’s sake! Can’t a guy kiss his man?” Hunter groaned.

His man?

I looked up at him, and the way he was looking back at me sent shivers down my spine. Just then, I realized that it would be an honor to be his.

Before anyone could say anything, Hunter’s phone started ringing. He quickly fished it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. 

“I need to take this, I’ll be right back.” He said.

He pecked my lips then got up. Before exiting the room, he aimed a warning glare at Jared making the latter back away in fear.

I felt slightly nervous being here with Jared alone. I already miss Hunt’s presence next to me.

“Uh, you seem happy with your boyfriend.” Jared said.

My head shot up to look at him in confusion. “He is not my boyfriend.” I said.

He c****d an eyebrow and said, “Then what was that?”

“Well not yet. Plus, he’s leaving soon so…” I trailed off, playing with Hunter’s shirt that he gave me. I loved wearing it; his intoxicating smell was engulfing me and my whole body, reminding me of safety.

Then, Jared suddenly was sitting right in front of me, right where Hunter was a few seconds ago. He grabbed both of my arms gently and looked at me, with tears in his eyes.

“Jason, what can I do for you to forgive me?” He asked, sounding so desperate.

“Maybe try to convince me how you changed your mind in one night only? Maybe tell me why you did this to me all those past four years? Why did you believe them? I am-was your best friend! Not them!” I was the one who snapped this time.

His hands tightened around my arms, making me wince a little. “I don’t know Jason! Put yourself in my shoes! Would you believe the whole freaking town, or just one person who was accused by them all?” 

“I would have trusted you enough to know that you wouldn’t do such a thing! You honestly think I can kill anyone?! You believed that I could kill Mason?! You knew how much I loved him!”

If it was possible, his grip on my arms tightened even more.

“You’re hurting me!” I almost shouted.

//Hunter//

Nick was calling me, and I had to answer him because it’s been a while since we last talked.

I stood outside my hotel room, in the hallway leaning against the wall.

“Hello?” 

“Hey man. We miss you here!” I was met by Nick’s chirpy voice.

“I miss you guys too. How have you been?” 

“We’re great! How’s my old hometown? God, I really miss Cheshire!” He said.

“I hate it here.” I said, followed by a heavy sigh.

“Oh yeah, how’s your guy? You never told us his name you know that?” He said.

“Oh, I didn’t? Well, his name is Jason Miller.” I answered.

I was met by silence. That’s weird because Nick was never silent. What’s gotten into him all of a sudden?

“Nick?”

I could hear his heavy breathing through the phone, but he didn’t speak.

“Nick, I know you’re here. What’s wrong?” I was now worried.

“Uh, huh? Oh, n-nothing nothing. Sorry, what were you saying?” He was stuttering. Was it something I said?

“I said the boy’s name is Jason Miller, and Nick I don’t know how I’m going to leave him. I can feel it, I know I love him already and it’s so hard.” My voice was cracked and tired.

“Then bring him with you.” Yeah like it’s that easy.

“I can’t, you know I can’t.” 

He sighed and asked me when I’ll be arriving home.

“Saturday. Oh Nick? Can you please do me a favor?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well, you know how Jason talks to me thinking I’m Helda. So, I need you to get me a new number to give it to Jason before I leave. Can you?”  

“Man, you’re so f****d up. Sure, Toby and I will get you one now. I’ll send the number to you via message.” 

“Thanks Nick. I got to go now.” I said, remembering that Jay is in there with that piece of s**t all alone.

We exchanged our goodbyes, and I quickly turned to enter the room.

“You’re hurting me!” I heard Jason yell as soon as I entered the room.

I looked up to see Jared grabbing onto my angel’s arms so tightly, I’m sure it can leave a bruise. Jason was squirming in his place, trying to get away from him. His face was scrunched up in pain.

Just then, I saw red and it felt like some fire erupted in me. I quickly dragged my feet up to this d**k and grabbed both of his shoulders, moving him away from Jay in one swift tug. I pushed him backwards until he finally fell off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.

“What did I freaking say about you getting near Jason?! You think I was joking?!” I growled at him.

 “I…I was just trying to talk to him-

“Is hurting him a new way of talking?!” 

I felt Jason’s hand slip in mine as he tugged my arm to turn me around, facing him. “Baby its fine.” He breathed out.

I felt my heart melt right there. It was the first time he calls me that, and I loved it coming out of his mouth. 

I looked down at his arms and tugged the sleeves of the shirt upwards to check on them. Just like I predicted, bruises. As if he needed more of those.

I turned back to Jared who was now standing back up and clutched his shirt into fists. I walked him to the door and ordered him to leave.

He hesitated before looking at Jason with pleading eyes.

“I need time.” That was all what Jason said, and it seemed enough for pizza boy, for he smiled at Jason before walking out of here.

I walked back to Jason and sat next to him, directly wrapping my arms around him in a hug. He wrapped his own arms around my waist, snuggling closer to me, and placing his head in the crook of my neck. We just sat there for a couple of minutes, enjoying each other’s company.

But then, I had to talk to him about everything.

“Baby?” 

“Yeah?” His raspy voice filled the room.

“Can we talk?” 

“About?” 

“Um, everything. I just want to know everything about you. Your past, your present. Just everything.”

I felt his grip tighten around my waist, as he brought himself even closer to me. So, I seated us in a more comfortable position, my back against the headboard, with Jason lying practically on top of me, cuddled up in my lap.

“Where do I start?” He mumbled.

“The beginning.” I stated.

I heard him take a long sharp breath before he started talking.

“We were always a happy family. We really loved each other so much, especially me and my b-brother. We were inseparable. He was five years older than me, yet we still were so close. His name was Mason. Everything turned though on Christmas Eve. I have no clue what happened, but all what I remember is that I…”

He was now shaking in my arms, so I started caressing up and down his back.

“I woke up with a knife in my hand, smudged with Mason’s b-blood. I don’t even know how. I swear I left them all downstairs when I felt sleepy and went up to my room to finally sleep. They were laughing and enjoying their time. How could he die? How could it be me?”

“From that night on, the whole town knew what happened. They gave me that nickname, and took it as their mission to torture me. I always question myself, why didn’t I enter the prison or something? But then, I think it through and come up with nothing. Hunter, I don’t know what to feel. Did I really kill him? Do I deserve this treatment? I-I don’t know anything.”

“Shh, baby off course you didn’t! Stop thinking about it. You obviously can’t kill anyone.” I muttered, in attempt to sooth him.

He shook his head and sighed.

“What about your mother and sister? Don’t they believe you? Don’t they stop your father?”

Jason’s breathing halted into a brief stop, before a heart wrenching sob escaped his mouth. 

“T-They j-just watch him b-beat me up, and don’t even c-care. Mom was never like that. S-She used to love me and tell me that I was her favorite. And Emma-

He couldn’t continue his sentence and just broke into tears, clutching my shirt tightly into his fists. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself and be strong for him.

I lifted his chin up to see that his eyes were closed so tightly, like he was trying to shield himself from the whole world. I wiped his tears away with my thumb and kissed his nose. 

We might not admit it out loud, but I think that we both know that me kissing his nose is our thing now. It’s like a simple assuring gesture between us. It calms him the same way it does to me.

I placed my forehead on his, waiting for him to open his eyes. When he finally did, I couldn’t help but let a gasp escape my mouth. His eyes were so precious. They had this olive like green color, glassed by the tears collected in his eyes making them sparkle. So then, I couldn’t help but let those three words slip out of my mouth.

“I love you.” I whispered.

He directly squeezed his eyes shut again, not replying at all.

Was what I did a wrong step forward? Was it too much?

As soon as I saw fresh tears run down his face, I started freaking out.

“No, baby please don’t cry again. I’m sorry if what I said was too much, but please don’t cry.” I rushed for an apology.

He opened his eyes again and it looked like they were sparkling with joy. “No, stop apologizing! I’m happy now, not sad.” He muttered.

“You are?” I asked, confused.

He nodded. “It’s been so long since somebody told me those words and now even though it’s such a short time for you to love me, I know you do. I can feel it.”

“And Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.” He shared those amazing words with me, making me feel like I’m on cloud nine.

I grinned like a Cheshire cat-how convenient-and kissed his nose again, then both of his cheeks, all the way to his forehead. I kissed all over his face, making the sounds of his giggles cheer the room up before my lips finally found his own. I pecked his mouth repeatedly and then connected our lips in a passionate kiss that explained our love for each other. Jason’s hands left my waist to wrap around my neck, pulling me closer until there wasn’t any space left between us.

He was now sitting entirely on my lap, his legs wrapped around my waist, and our chests against one another, leaving no space whatsoever as we continued our kiss.

I broke the kiss and moved down to his jaw, kissing him there before nibbling on his skin softly. I then lowered towards his neck and kissed it with slow tender kisses, licking the space right under his ear.

Harry moaned quietly, and it was the best sound I ever heard. I loved that it was me causing him this pleasure.

I repeated my action, and then bit on his skin playfully.

“H-Hunter..”

“Hmm.”  After I was satisfied with my master piece on his neck, I kissed all the way back to his inviting mouth. 

“I love you so much.” I said.

Jason looked so flustered, and he was blushing. I could feel both of us getting more and more excited down there, which made me stop because I know Jason isn’t ready for anything more than this and I know it’s way too early.

He hugged me and snuggled his face into my neck, breathing contentedly. “I love you too.”

“Be mine, Jason.”

“I’m already yours.” He replied.

//Nick//

Jason Miller.

Off course, off course this name sounds so familiar to me.

Yes, I regret ever leaving Holmes Chapel four years ago, but it wasn’t my choice. My dad got a better job in Bradford so we had to move.

But, I left him behind. I knew our love wouldn’t be approved by anyone; especially since he was four years older than me. I was just fourteen back then, when he was eighteen. Off course, everyone would have gone against us. 

He said he was going to come after me though, with or without his parent’s approval, but he didn’t.

I missed him so much back then, but now I’m over it. I’m in love with Toby and that’s all what matters.

But Hunter, Hunter is with Jason. Does that mean he saw him? Did he change? Does he even remember me?

I wonder what ever happened to Mason Miller.