Late nights

I watched as the seconds go past. My alarm suddenly blares, supposedly waking me up. Although I was already up. The thoughts that had arrived in my head at 1 am in the morning were still there. As the night passed, they did not. I climb back through my window back to my room and close the window, locking it securely.

My room is massive. It was big enough to hold 20 people in here comfortably. Next to my white door was my full length mirror which comes in handy whenever I need to check my outfit properly. However, it isn’t an advantage all the time, based on my past anger issues I’ve probably broken about 3 mirrors in this year alone after slamming the door open and shut.

Swiftly moving on.

Next to my mirror was a simple white desk which was large enough for me to stack my books, Mac book along with stationary and my makeup. There was a mirror leaning against the wall, making it easy for me to remove whenever I was going to study. Next to my desk, on the floor, was a little bookshelf with overflowing books stacked. Books were squished besides one another and on top.

Mental note to self: get rid of unwanted books.

I let out another sigh when I glance on my wall that is full of pictures with me and my best friend.

Freya.

I had known her since I was a little child. It was always me, Justin and Freya for as long as I could remember. That was until Justin made friends with another boy. He stopped hanging out with us after that, saying he was too old to be playing with girls.

I shake my head at the memory of a small part of my childhood which had changed in the matter of weeks. My eyes then fall to my king size bed with my favourite colour, blue. It was a mess. I didn’t bother making it after getting up to sit on the roof. Further down the room was another door which leads me to my walk in closet, it was full with clothes, shoes, bags and whatever the hell my dad would send me in an act of his pathetic apology.

Looking out my window I watch the sun rising up. It was almost in mockery, showing me that the sad truth. I watch as the colours bleed into one another, making the most beautiful painting no one would be able to think of painting. Releasing a heavy sigh I reluctantly get into my awaiting bed, ready to fall into a deep slumber and forget about the world around me.

Just as I had gotten comfortable my bedroom door opens and my older brother enters. His bright green eyes contrasts my light gray ones, he had inherited them from our father while I had my mothers eyes. His dirty blonde hair sat on top of his head looking like a mess but he just ran his hand through it a few times, making it look somewhat presentable. He always comes into my room in the morning. His excuse is always ‘I wanted to see you before I go’ but the actual reason is he doesn’t know how to tie his tie even at his big age.

“Morning,” he smiles. “What time did you get in?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think I’m dumb?” He arches an eyebrow.

“Well...“My voice trails off teasingly. A smirk growing on my face.

He shoots me a disappointed look before walking over and sitting on my bed, next to me.

“Can you tie this for me?” He holds out a deep navy blue silk tie.

I give him an eye roll before grabbing his collar and bringing him closer. I tie his tie in a matter of seconds. “So, how’s school?”

“It’s okay, would be better if I was here with you instead.” I let out a sigh knowing he would say that, again.

“Justin, you know it’s really boring here. These online classes are maybe just worse than being in an actual classroom.” I say whilst laying down on my soft pillow that baby blue, and pulling the comforter over me. “Why don’t you get a girlfriend, instead of sleeping around like the fuckboy you are?”

He gives me a fake hurt expression which makes me roll my eyes for the second time, but I don’t say anything. He doesn’t respond to my suggestion, instead he fiddles with his tie and looks away. It takes me a good 10 seconds to figure it out, finally.

“You have a crush on someone.” I state out, not even giving him the opportunity to deny it.

"No!" he almost screams at me. “What makes you say that?” He switches his tone after noticing the smirk that was growing on my face, underneath the blanket. “Ugh! Fine.” He finally gives in to me. “I wouldn’t call it a crush, she’s someone who I like picking on. She gives me attitude and doesn’t take my shit.” He’s now looking away from me, looking at my cream carpet.

“That’s a good thing, right?” I ask in confirmation.

"I don’t know.” He stresses. “I ju- I just didn’t expect her to give me attitude y’know? Like all those other girls don’t say anything, but her.”

It was clear that he was confused about the situation he’s in. I let out another heavy sigh as I run my hand through my dirty blonde hair, something I had also inherited from my father.

“Look,” I begin. “Why don’t you get Freya to become friends with her and then you have an excuse to hang out as a group. Then slowly hang out with her by yourself if you think it might get somewhere.”

Justin takes in my suggestion as he nods his head at me with a small smile, showing me his appreciation. He tucks me in bed and retreats out of my bedroom, not without leaving a gentle kiss on my forehead.

I close my eyes and allow myself to fall into a deep slumber until God knows what time.

My squint open due the sunlight that streams through my bedroom window. A soft groan escapes my lips as I stretch out my limbs trying to ease the soreness out of my body.

“I’M HOME!” Justin’s voice rings through the house.

Wincing at how loud he actually shouts my eyes closed as an instinct trying to get rid of the pain that shoots through my skull.

Oh that’s fantastic! A migraine.

Crawling out of bed I don’t bother changing out of the pyjama shorts and the loose tank top that covers my body, I head downstairs to greet my brother.

“Hey how was sc-” my voice trails off when I notice that he wasn’t alone.

Great.

“Hey, you’re awake?” Justin scrunches his face looking confused.

“Si.”

That gets his attention faster than anything. His head snaps up looking me directly in my eyes with his narrowed. He’s trying not to show his anger to me with another person that sitting in between us. The tension in the room grows and it was clear to whoever the guy sitting on the counter was.

The mysterious guy clears his throat, drawing my attention away from Justin and to his back. His black shirt was clung to his skin like a second skin. His shoulders were broad and he was muscular. He stood up and gave my brother a nod before turning around to face me.

That was when I realised who it is.

His ocean blue eyes roam my face before sweeping it up and down my body. I’m too focused on the scar that drags along from the side of his head, starting on the left side from his eyebrow and ending halfway down his cheek. He has chinky eyes, almost as if he’s squinting at me. They were framed with think long lashes that would put mine to shame His nose is shark just like his cheekbones and his jawline that I can see from a distance. His lips were full, pink and plum. He runs his hand through his light brown hair looked so soft in his what looked like bed hair. His gaze never waved away from mine, our gazes locked. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

“So now that you guys have met, A come here.” Justin’s breaks the tension that was forming between this guy.

I sulked my way over to him, knowing what was going to come next. God forbid I break my mirror for the fourth time this year. I crane my neck to look up at him, seeing as I’m only 5′3 while Justin is 5′9.

He rests his hands on my shoulder, making me cringe. He does this to prevent me from running and slamming the door open, creating a mess and getting new carpets. Again.

Damn these anger issues that I clearly got from my father.

“I was thinking of throwing a party tonight,” he fidgets.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion trying to see why he would ask me that. He knows I don’t care if he goes to parties, or if he throws one hear I always go to Freya’s.

“Okay... ” My voice trails off. “I’ll pack for Freya’s then.” I try to turn on my heels but he doesn’t allow it.

“Freya’s going to come here, but that’s not the reason why I’m telling you.” He hesitates in telling me. “I want you to be here. At the party. With me and Freya.” Now I understand why he was being hesitant. I’ve never, never, been to a party. Even when Justin threw one a home. I hate people seeing the girl they never see. They ask you for your name, then you become friends. Then it turns into a friendship which then leads to them finding out the secrets you cannot share. Some secrets are supposed to be kept a secret. Safe. Protected.

“You know I can’t. What are you playing at?” My voice rising notch. The grip he has on my shoulders tighten, not letting me run off. And indeed I would have broken that mirror by now.

“It was my suggestion, Aurora.” A deep voice, coated with a British accent speaks behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck rise along with the goosebumps that travel across my body. The way his honey laced voice said my name causes a shiver run down my spine. I tense.

I turn back around to meet him closer than he was. His piercing blue eyes captivating my own.

Elijah.

You are going to be in deep trouble.