Millie's P. O. V.
I woke up in the morning with an unfamiliar feeling in my chest. It was as if something was wrong. I wasn't sure what.
I saw a miscall from Alison and thought it was weird. She never calls me. She also sent me a text asking me to call her back immediately. That made me worried, so I called her back.
"Millie? Oh my God, Millie, you need to come over right now!" Alison was hysterical.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's Hayden! He..." she couldn't finish because she was sobbing incessantly.
"What happened? What about Hayden? Is he okay?" I asked. My heart was beating uncontrollably fast.
"He got into an accident on his bike. Oh my God, it's so horrible," Alison kept crying.
No...it can't be. He was just with me last night. He held me. He kissed me!
"Is he okay?" my voice shook as I asked. Please let him be okay, I thought.
"He is still in ICU. They are trying to figure it out right now," Aliso
Millie's P.O.V. We waited for what felt like an eternity to hear from the doctor. Then, finally, the doctor called his parents to tell them the news. "How is he doing? Is he going to be okay?" His mom asked the doctor. "He had some broken ribs and severe brain injury from the fall. I am afraid he is in a coma," the doctor said grimly. No...I thought. He can't be in a coma. He needs to wake up right now! His mom started crying while his father tried to comfort her. I sat there quietly, thinking about how unreal everything felt. I was angry at myself for not telling him how much I liked him last night. I should've made him stay with me longer. I should've kissed him until he was out of breath. Why did I let him leave? Why? "I want to see him. Please, I need to see him," I cried. The doctor allowed us to go see him. He was lying on the bed with several machines hooked up to his body. I didn't recognize this, Hayden. My Hayden woul
Millie's P.O.V. It has been a week, and Hayden still didn't wake up. I could hardly eat or sleep. The thoughts of him occupied my mind. Why won't he come back to me already? My life felt meaningless without him pestering me endlessly. Visiting him at the hospital every day became part of my routine. His parents tried to protest as it took a toll on me physically and mentally, but I didn't want to listen. The only thing that mattered to me was Hayden. It was him and me against the world. "I brought my copy of the Twilight, Hayden," I smiled and squeezed his hands. "I know how much you hate these. I am going to keep reading it to you and annoy you if you don't wake up soon. I'll focus on the most romantic parts. It will be real torture because I know you can hear me." I giggled. I could swear I felt a slight movement on his fingers. He really hated Twilight. One day, he made that very clear when he tried to burn the DVD because Alison and I wouldn't stop watchi
Hayden's POV. I opened my eyes but had to shut them immediately as the lights were too bright. Where am I? I slowly opened my eyes and found myself lying in bed with a bunch of machines. I looked around then realized I was in a hospital. I tried to remember what had happened. I was on my way home and... Right...the accident. I vaguely remembered crashing my bike and the intense pain I felt. It was like a flash. So quick, I didn't have the chance to feel pain. I tried to get up, which set some sort of alarm, and a nurse came storming inside the room. She had a worried expression on her face. "Oh. Mr. Myers, you are awake!" the nurse exclaimed and started to call the doctors. Pretty soon, a doctor began to check up on me and ask me all kinds of questions. I could feel a headache creeping up on me, but I tried to smile anyway. I thought of Millie. Where was she? What was she doing now? "Oh Hayden," I heard a familiar voice, and it was my
Millie's P. O. V. Hayden stared at me, wide-eyed after my confession, as if he couldn't understand what I was saying. "You what?" he asked. "I love you," I repeated. "Whoa...that...that's so gross!" Hayden made a face. Ugh! This guy is going to drive me crazy. "Ugh, you suck!" I cried and tried to get up, but he pulled me back down and held me tightly. "I love you too, baby girl," he whispered into my hair. "Thank you for being here with me." I closed my eyes and felt his heartbeat. He felt so warm. It was starting to make me sleepy. I wanted to stay like this forever. How will I leave him to go to college now? I felt so confused. I knew I had to tell him about me getting accepted to Columbia. I couldn't tell him now as he was still weak from the coma. I have to wait because he would be upset. I knew that much. His mom made a big feast to celebrate his return. We all ate and had a great time. Of course,
Hayden's P. O. V. I poured my heart out to Millie once I found out she would be leaving for college. It is not because I wanted her to change her mind but to let her know that I am hers whether she stays or leaves. I couldn't let her go without her knowing how I felt about her for all these years. This doesn't mean I am okay with her leaving. I wish she would stay here with me, but I couldn't be the one to hold her back. I knew she had dreams and aspirations. I couldn't get in the way of her dreams. She meant too much to me. Her eyes were full of tears as I told her, and I immediately regretted it. Maybe I shouldn't have told her. Now she will feel guilty and that was the last thing I wanted. I wanted her to be excited about her future, but shit, I made her cry instead. "Millie, what's wrong?" I asked and stroked her hair gently. "You should've told me how you felt sooner. You are so dumb," her voice shook. "Why did you let me talk about how much I li
Millie's P. O. V. It was graduation day. My school decided to hold it outside since it was nice sunny weather. So I put my gown over my dress and got ready for the moment. I was really excited, and judging from Alison's behavior, she was too. She was bouncing up and down. "I can't believe this is it!" Alison chirped. "We are finally going to graduate!" "I know. This feels like a dream. We are finally out of high school. I already feel like an adult," I said. I wonder where Hayden was. We've been inseparable since he woke up from the coma. He insisted that we spend every waking moment together since I would leave for New York soon after graduating. It was fine with me. I didn't want to leave in the first place, but Hayden said he would shave my head in my sleep if I didn't go and pursue my dreams. Idiot. He probably did it, so I didn't want to risk it by not listening to him. I walked on the field to receive my diploma as my family cheered me o
Hayden P. O. V. I laughed when I saw the look on her face when I told her I would do something to her. Of course, I was only messing with her, but I guess she took it seriously. She is so freaking adorable. She will be leaving soon, so I decided to knock on her window for the last time, I knew how much she hated it, but she never said no. Maybe she secretly loved it. "You'll never stop coming in this way, are you?" she said, then opened the window. "The front door is just sitting there, being unused," she added. I stepped inside and smirked. "Nope," I said. I gently pressed my lips on hers and kissed her lips. I pulled apart to take a breath, but something in her eyes drew me back to her again. Every time I kissed her, my brain lit on fire, and warmth spread through my entire body. When we broke apart again, she rested her head on my chest to gather some air. I could smell her floral shampoo. I blame her sweet scent for making me hormonal and crazy.
Millie's P.O.V. I've always been shy around boys. I never thought I'd be so open about having an intimate relationship with one. But with Hayden, it was different. Every time he touched me, my body screamed with pleasure. His warm hands caressing my body woke something inside me, and I forgot my reservation. The words slipped right out of my mouth when I asked him to touch me. I could tell he was shocked to hear me say something like that, but I knew he couldn't deny me. His eyes were full of longing. He placed gentle kisses all over my body like he didn't want to miss an inch. His mouth moved farther down, igniting my desires stronger than before. I put my hand on his soft hair and gently stroked them. He put his head between my legs and struck fire. I put a pillow on top of my face to muffle my scream. "Are you okay?" he asked without a hint of concern. Instead, he was smirking like the devil he was. I blushed. "I am not sure," I quivered. "