When Love Meets War/C2 Chapter 2
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C2 Chapter 2

Christian's POV

I came out of the bedroom expecting to see my boyfriend watching a football match on the tv with his legs placed on the table and a remote control in his hands but I was met with an empty house.

My legs hurt and I was struggling to move around. I decided to sit in the living room and wait for him. After a while of waiting with the thought he went out for a morning run, I fell asleep on the couch.

When I woke up, I noticed the house was still empty. I began to worry. Andrew has never left me without telling me where he was going to. I always woke up to breakfast in bed. I scanned the room for my purse. I grabbed my purse and took out my phone from it and dialed Andrews number but it was unreachable.

I switch the TV on to keep my thoughts preoccupied while waiting for Andrew. Within me I was worried that something might have happened to him as he had never left me like this before. After a while the door opened and Andrew walked in.

As soon as I saw him, I got up, ran towards him and wrapped my arms around him. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck. I felt at ease having him in my arms now. "Where were you?" I asked in a husky voice.

He was quiet. An unusual quietness I wasn't used to. Somewhere in my heart I knew something wasn't right. He was tense earlier and felt at ease once he was in my arms. "Andy, is something wrong?" I asked again, expecting an answer this time around.

I began to pat his back when he said nothing. I was bothered by his silence because I didn't know what it was that bothered him. "Did I do something wrong?" I almost choked on my word when I spoke. I didn't know why I felt his quietness has to do with me.

Andy wrapped his arms tightly around me, "It's definitely not about you."

"Then what is it? Tell me," I asked inquisitively.

"Do you want to go to America with me?"

It's been over eight hours since Andrew asked me to go to America with him and I panicked. I never had the thought of leaving my father and going far away from him. He told me to think things through but wouldn't give me full details as to why he was asking this of me.

He doesn't look too good, he has been very quiet and even when I tried to make light jokes, he didn't laugh other than the fake smile he forced on his face.

I looked at him while his attention was on the TV. I shifted closer to him and wrapped my arms around him while placing my head on his shoulder. "So..." I trailed off, sucking in my breath before speaking. "When...when are you leaving for America?" I asked him, clearly disturbed.

"In three days time," he said firmly and my heart sank. I've known him since the beginning of freshman year in Zurich university and since then we've been like two peas in a pod; inseparable.

"You..." I was bothered. I didn't want him to go. I wanted him right by my side. I didn't know much about him although we have been dating for over three years. Do not get me wrong when I say I didn't know much about him; I simply meant when it came to his family, he was a bit distant and didn't really talk much about that as if he wasn't on good terms with them.

I knew their names and I know he has two siblings; an older sister and a younger sister. He was the second child and only son of his parents. His family resided in the States and he only came to study here.

"I'm bothered Andy," I exhaled. I was really bothered and as much as I tried trying to act cool with it, I just couldn't. Staying miles away from him scares me, it baffles me.

The mixed feelings I have weren't helping me to think properly and the fact that I might not be with him to know what he does disturbed me. Andy smiled at me, he always understood my facial expression without me telling him. I turned the other side as I didn't want him to keep reading him more.

"You do not have to be worried. How about you come with me to America?" He said, making me startled at first from his statement. I turned around so I wouldn't be backing him anymore.

"I...should go to America with you?"

"Yes," he said, clasping out our hands together. "Come with me, come and know the real Andrew and let me introduce you to my parents." To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I was freaked out, going to an entirely different country was never on my list.

I've lived all my life in Zurich city, Switzerland. All I've ever done was take care of my father and do well in my studies but the proposition Andrew just gave disturbed me.

He wanted me to know him for who he was and to meet his parents too. I was disturbed not because I was worried but before I was nervous and unprepared. I knew someday I would have to meet his parents but not just now and that thought made me eager yet nervous.

"Really?" I asked with a questioning brows trying to stop myself from smiling. My father would not be expecting such news from me because he would never want me away from him and the same goes for me.

I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him really tight to my heart content. "I can't wait, I really want to go with you Andy." I whispered.

He wrapped his arms around me back and with a smile. "To tell you, I was worried leaving you here and going back because I might not come back here to live other than to visit." My heart dropped from his statement.

"What do you mean?"

"America is my home and I once told you I am here to study. If I go back to America, I will only visit you once in a while here and eventually I will kidnap you with me to America if I can't really take it anymore," he explained.

I pouted, "I also do not want to be away from you Andy."

"Then we shall be together always," he replied, raking his hands through my hair.

"I will have to tell my Dad and begin to prepare. Thank God I already have an international passport, shit I'm so happy!" I squealed, getting up from the chair.

I can't really believe I am going to America, leaving everything behind just to be with the one I love although I do not know what fate has installed for me. For Andy, I was ready to take the risk.

"I love you," He muttered.

"I love you too." I leaned in and kissed him hard on his lips.

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