Haze's POV

"yeah, I met your mother. " Grandpa said again, making me even more confused but firstly sad. My mom is already dead and he's talking as if she's alive. She's already gone so it made me remember she's not coming back.

"grandpa. You must be mistaken. My mom died when I was six, it's almost eleven years from her death. "

"I can't be mistaken, boy. I saw her today, in the market. "

And now it angered me. He's already opening some old wound, I never even want to see. I fisted my hand to suppress the anger and tried to answer him but before that someone else answered it.

"you're mistaken grandpa, my mother died a long time ago. And I don't remember having another one. " Storm said as he entered through the door and his voice seemed stern. "but I guess it's because you're getting old and it's affecting your memories. "

"who are you calling old?!! Your grandfather must be old, not me! "

"oh yeah? Then how about that cane, do a young man need cane to walk. What about you diapers old man. "

"I don't wear any. I'm still healthy down there, both physically and sexually. "

"you're making me nauseous. "

I laughed at the bickering and watched as Grandpa cursed at Storm and left to who knows where, but now, he made things awkward. He left me with Storm.

I didn't say a word and not did he, I just sat there, rubbing my hands together nervously and trying to look anywhere but him.

Please leave. Or just talk.

I prayed mentally and tried to play it cool but I wasn't cool, it was strange. Us being silent like this, it's completely weird and awkward.

"can we talk?" he asked me as I looked down at my feet. Should I go with him?

I mean, this could be the end of relationship, even before it starts. Or this could be a new beginning.

I didn't look at him but I nodded my head and I stood up. I started walking upstairs and he followed me. I walked directly to my room, thinking about the conversation in my mind and trying remember the order in which I'm going to ask him.

It was too much. My mind was now too much stuffed with these questions, that now, it's causing me pain, physically and emotionally.

One part of me was telling me to expose everything that I'm keeping from him to him like my feelings.

But the other part was being logical saying it is wrong and it's a taboo, that I should never have these feelings for him.

I just don't know who to listen to.

Upon entering my room I let him enter and closed the door behind us. I pressed my back against the door and stood there looking ahead of me, trying to keep my eyes away from his.

"Love. I-"

"if you are going to ask me to forget it. I will. So don't worry about it. "

What the hell did I just said?!!!! That wasn't my freaking line!!!!!!!

Can't my mind just go with the script I prepared?! But then again, it never goes according to me.

I didn't look up at him, I was afraid of my own expressions at the time. I said something, I should never have. It's like the arrow has been shot and it's not coming back.

"What if I want you to remember it?"

My eyes widen as I finally looked at him. He was just standing there, with an unknown emotion dancing in his eyes. His demeanor never changing as he looked at me.

Did he really said that?!!

Does he meant it?

Am I dreaming?

Believe me, dreaming is the only logical explanation when these kind of things happens to me.

I was unable to speak, I don't even know what to say, I was confused, startled, happy, excited, nervous, etcetera, etcetera. I've never even thought of him saying this.

"what did you say?" I spoke with uncertainty and a little hesitation in my voice and stood up straight.

"I don't want you to forget that I kissed you. " his this statement got me even more startled. I was still questioning his words, still debating on the real meaning but everything comes to one place.

I heard footsteps as he walked toward me and I looked down. If I look at him now, my eyes would give it away. I was happy.

"Haze. What I did yesterday and what I'm saying today, I mean them, I mean everything of it. " he said as he took a few more steps and stopped right in front of me.

"Storm, you- I-"

"shhhhh " he hushed me as his body pressed closer to mine and his lips were beside my head near my ears, where his warm breath made me shiver. "I love you, Haze. "

My eyes widen as he said those words, the words I was only hearing in dreams till now, the words that feel so unreal right now.

His arms wrapped around me as he pulled me closer and I stood there, frozen. Still thinking the situation as a dream.

"I love you, Haze. So please, don't ever push me away. I'm scared of being away from you, I hate every minute away from you. And I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I hurt you yesterday. "

His soft voice, made me emotional, his words were pure and sincere, I could tell it from his voice. Tears finally dropped from my eyes as I held him back and cried on shoulder.

The fuck! He just confessed to me! I got a confession from my long time crush and this is how I'm behaving!?

But I was too emotional to ever care, I just let it out on him.

"I love you too. " I said back in between my cries and he pulled me even closer.

After he was able to calm me, I was a mess. My nose was running non stop and my face was totally red. On the other hand he looked very handsome.

He passed me tissue from the table and I wiped my tears and nose. I sniffled a few times to be able to look nearly good. We were sitting on my bed, me with my legs crossed and him in front of me with his legs on the side. There were a lot of creases on his suit from where I fisted the fabric between my hands and wet spots visible on the grey suit.

It was silent again, but I wasn't the weird kind as it was before.

"When did you knew?" I asked and he looked at me with a smile.

"long time ago. " he said shortly making me ask him again. "it was when we were little kids. I was always feeling weird when you're away from me or when I saw you talking to others. I thought it was because I'm worried about you. But later when I was in highschool and was.... Dating someone. I knew she was not the one. Then I was able to understand what I was feeling. "

Dating.?! How could I forget about that! I really hated that angel or whatever she was.

"You... You're in love with me for that long?!!!" I asked bewildered and jumped to look at him wide eyes. Pretty childish.

"yeah. What about you? When did you knew?" he asked now getting the tissues from me and tossing to the table.

My cheeks flared at his question as I was thinking about all the perverted stuff that made be realize my feelings.

"it not that much of a story, it was after you left and I was sent to the foster home. " I said and stood up, so that I can avoid his question if he decides to inquire further. But I was pulled back by my arm making my fall on his lap, his arms going around me, securing me in one place.

"anything else? Like screaming my name while doing dirty stuff. " he whispered, making my eyes widen.

What the hell?!!!

How did he know?

Not that. But, am I in trouble now?