Contains self harm! It's not very detailed, but putting a warning just incase.

Jack kissed all the scars on my left wrist, yet he said nothing. »I was 14 when I got the first one.« I said. He kept caressing them and listening to me. He knew when to listen, just right. »It was my last year in Junior High and I was beaten by some asshole jocks. My nose was bleeding, I ran to the bathroom and cried my eyes out…«

He gently squeezed my hand and looked at me. It was a sincerely caring look, not the I feel so sorry for you (in a bad way) look.

»I washed my face, stopped the bleeding a little, then it just came over me. I couldn't control it. I took the first sharp thing I had in my bag – a keychain. And i just made a cut.« I could hear him breathe in. »Did it hurt a lot?« He asked. »No, it didn't hurt at all. It made me feel weird… sort of alive.« Those memories hurt like a bitch. But I got the feeling that I could trust Jack and I did. He made me feel safe. »You probably think I sound crazy, everybody does. Hurting yourself isn't supposed to make you feel alive.« »No, I actually do understand. I know someone who hurt himself, but he's gone now.«

»I'm so sorry Jack, were you two close?« »He was one of my friends, so yes.« I leaned my head on his shoulder and looked at my scars. »They're always gonna be there, you know.« He put his hand over them. »So? They're a part of your past. You are what you are today because of them. Yes they are scars but you're still amazing and beautiful.« My eyes got a little teary but I didn't cry. I just put my arm around him and snuggled into his shirt. It smelled so nice. »I was bullied too, you know… But it wasn't that brootal. Just those stupid pranks and stuff like that.« He said. »Yeah, I know. I never understood those people. Why would you enjoy torturing someone?« He was stroking my hair. Gosh I could just stay like that forever.

»You're a great guy Alex, really… I'm not just saying that to make you feel better.« »I know. I'm really glad I've met you and the guys… I wish I would've had people like you around me a few years ago.« »Well, you have us now, and we're not going anywhere. I'd probably regret it for the rest of my life. I like hanging out with you.« »I like hanging out with you too Jack.«

Zack called and said they'll be working late and that we can meet up at the crib next day instead. It was already getting dark. Jack started putting his shoes on.

»Stay? I could use the company.« I said. »Sure I won't be bothering you?« »I'm sure, just stay. I really want you to.« I made a face he couldn't resist. It's not like he would anyways. I pulled pajamas out of the drawer for him and only the pajama pants for me. I sleep shirtless.

»Here.« I handed him PJs. »Oh thank you.« He put them on and I almost started squeeling, he looked so adorable, like a cuddle bear. I also put mine on and jumped into bed. »Come on.« I said and fixed his pillow. He joined me and I couldn't wait to snuggle with him. »Oh Alex, you're so cute, come here.« He could see I was waiting to cuddle like a little puppy.

He took me into his arms while my head was resting on his chest. I was listening to his heartbeat. This is crazy. I didn't think about anyone or anything else, just Jack and how perfectly safe and good I felt around him. »Alex?« he whispered. »Yes?« He kissed the top of my head. »Promise me you won't leave me.« I squeezed him tight. »I promise Jack, I promise.«

Weird, huh? Those emotions, love and safety… it does wonders, it completely messes with your head. I never really knew what love was. If it's like this, what I'm feeling right now, then I'll scream out loud that I am in love with Jack Barakat.

Notes

Sorry it's short but I had a lot of school work :) enjoy and let me know what you think :)