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Ian POV

Throughout the week I have been predominantly busying myself with work, finding it too hard to face Aubrey without wanting to plaster kisses all over her face and be the reason for her smiles. 

I had to come in on Tuesday to see her, even if it was a small glimpse because I missed her but it was hard having something you need and want so desperately within you reach but unable to have. Every fibre of my being was entranced by her, she makes me the happiest man alive. 

As I arrive late to school on Thursday to see my angel, the first wanker I see happens to be Spencer. I try to ignore him remembering what Aubrey said and I really don't want to stuff up and lose the only good thing in my life.

"Gray, we need to talk" Spencer says, obviously wanting to poke the bear.

"What" I say clenching my jaw, stopping walking and trying to stay cool.

I make no move to turn around so Spencer comes to stand in front of me. "I reckon you better stay away from Aubrey" he says trying to be intimidating, honestly it would be scary if I wasn't, you know, a gang leader.

I laugh at him and say "Nah mate, I think I'm good... I actually reckon you better stay away from Aubrey" 

"You just really aren't good enough for her" he says puffing up his chest.

"Shut up" I snap as he hit the obvious sensitive point. Of course I know I am not good enough for Aubrey and it's fucking devastating. But I will make sure everyday I am with her I will strive to be a better person for her, love makes you do crazy things. 

"You really think she will want someone pathetic like you?" he scoffs.

"I mean it kid, shut up" I warn, feeling myself get more angry. I ball my fists and try to make an effort to leave but he stops me.

"Oh yeah that's right walk away, get some good practice in so you can do this with Aubrey later" he shouts after me.

This causes me to stop in my tracks and turn back to him "Shut the fuck up" I warn again finding it increasingly hard to maintain composure. Usually I wouldn't give two flying shits about this guy and what he has to say, but since this topic is Aubrey- my only weakness- I have no control. 

"You know she told me she just can't wait to dump you and go out on dates with me-" before he can continue I shove him against the lockers and stare darkly at him. He looks scared, good.

"You are fucking lying... I trust Aubrey so that shit won't work on me" I growl at him smiling at the bruise on his cheek which still hasn't healed.

"Oh you have to be bloody kidding me!" I hear in the distance and snap my gaze to see my angry angel.

"Looks like it already has worked buddy" Spencer smiles and I drop him immediately and make my way towards Aubrey not after shooting him a death glare. 

After my conversation with Aubrey, I was relieved that she decided she didn't want to break up with me then and there. The fact she believed me gave me some faith. 

But also I didn't want her to make her decision tomorrow without her knowing the fact that she owns my heart.

Aubrey POV

--later thursday evening--

It is currently 8pm and I am sat alone in my house staring out my window to my vision of the street. The rain pelts down and thunder cracks and it is like some sort of pathetic fallacy for the emotions swirling in my head. 

I have always loved storms the fact that they were scary but gave me the ability to feel safe and warm at home. Yet being home alone during a storm meant the scariness outweighed the comfort, albeit this fact it was still entrancing to watch the rain and lightening.

Suddenly my gaze was drawn to the attention of someone standing in the middle of the road. Are they crazy? They don't move and just stand facing my house, it is dark out and I can barely make out the figure. This completely entrances me as I wonder what the hell the figure is doing?

I feel the buzz of my phone and absent-mindedly reach for it. I look down and see my new message.

                    bear: hey angel i am outside x

It takes a few seconds for the cogs to turn in my head but suddenly I realise that the dumb figure outside in the rain is Ian. I clamber off my perch and run downstairs, without thinking I step into the rain without any shoes and dressed in my pyjamas, an oversized 'Dunder Mifflin' t-shirt and fuzzy cowprint pants.

Ian is stood there drenched with the onslaught of the rain holding a bouquet of sunflowers also soaked and a small piece of paper in his other hand. Without thinking I run to him, thinking maybe I could help him but as soon as I get there to the middle of the street I realise I have no umbrella and now I am to, drenched.

"Angel" he smiles, his hands are full so I bring my hand to part his hair which is soaking wet and falling in front of his eyes. This deepens his smile and he looks at me adoringly, I quickly bring my hand back to my side.

We both stand staring at each other, it no longer feels as if the rain is falling and it feels like we have transported to a world that is just me and him, staring at each other and communicating a thousand words without uttering a single one.

"Her coming was my hope each day,
Her parting was my pain;
The chance that did her steps delay
Was ice in every vein." Ian says staring into my eyes and conveying every emotion he could. "Sorry that was fucking cheesey I just-" he says scrunching the note in his hand.

"Mr Rochester" I smiled, recognising the quote from Jane Eyre and he smiles in response. He takes a deep breath.

"You say we are different and that we don't have the same direction but Angel..." he pauses and droplets of rain cascade down his face like a waterfall. His jaw tenses and un-tenses with every thought running through that head of his and I look up at him anticipating his next words, like my very life depends on it. The rain seems not to bother either of us as we are so entranced by each other.

"I literally had no direction until this...until this gang shit was thrust onto me. I'm the fucking typical product of shit childhood and alcoholic father." he pauses and briefly looks down causing his black hair to fall back over his face as he laughs humorously at the cliche of it. He brings his gaze to look back at me and swipes at his hair pulling it back with his free hand. 

"But you...fuck... you!" he says bringing his hand to tug his hair again trailing off like his thoughts are moving faster than his mouth. He uses the hand to briefly rub the back of his neck and he drops it when he says. "Angel, you make everything so much better... Ever since my mom died the tiny light I had to enjoy in life disappeared. Well so I thought until I saw you." His face lights up almost as if the memory flashes before him. "I realised the light wasn't gone, no, it was just trapped behind some door. Then you came along with the key and with every smile... with every laugh you wedged it open and have brought this warmth that now floods my heart...I'm so sorry for me being so shitty angel."

I feel my eyes burn with tears and know that it is no longer just the rain causing my wet face. Before I can compose myself enough to respond he says "I love you"

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yay finally they aren't fighting anymore! and yikes the L-bomb! will aubrey say it back? or will she get scared and angry at him again?

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