If Heaven were on Earth

Nikki's POV:

"Andy?" I ask into the impending darkness, clutching my blankets to me chest.

A series of curse words is my response, and I relax slightly, knowing it's only my strange boyfriend. My boyfriend whom In supposed to be ignoring and angry at.

"What're you doing you?" I whisper as he makes his way to my bed, swearing again as he knocks into something.

Andy plops down beside me and scoots closer to me, but I deliberately move away, in no mood to he near him really. The absolute last thing I wanted today was to see Andy again, after he hurt me. I told him I needed to think about some things regarding our already premature relationship, and after my talk with Oli, I just feel... Guilty. Which is strange, since technically, I didn't do anything wrong. Nonetheless, the consuming feeling doesn't go away.

"I came to see you of course," he responds, moving closer to me, but I just move away once again. He's really not getting the hint.

He frowns (or I think he does) and exhales loudly, sounding frustrated. I wish I could read his expression, but the darkness allows for me to have the upper hand. If I were to even make the slightest contact with his baby blue eyes my heart would melt and my anger would fade. Plus I can't have him witness my injuries when the culprits are in the next room.

"What's wrong?" He demands, his feel voice laced with frustration and all concern.

I stare at him in the darkness, "I told you I wanted to be alone to think some things through. So why are you here exactly?"

"I just- just needed to make sure you were okay," he mumbles, making my heart swell.

I look away, tears welling in my eyes. If only he knew, if only he knew.

"I hate fighting with you," he murmurs, grasping my hand in his, running his thumb against my wrist affectionately.

I giggle despite myself, "it hasn't even been a day!"

"My point exactly," he says, voice lighter now. "Why won't you look at me?"

This time, I don't answer, and turn away from him even more, curling my knees to my chest. Andy ignores my actions and pulls me into his lap, spinning me around to face him. Even in the dark, I know he can tell my face is distorted, so I do my best to leave his grip, but he holds on.

I suck in a sharp breath as Andy runs a hand across my cheek, making me since slightly. He notices though, and his eyes narrow. Andy quickly reaches out to flick on a light and then he sees everything.

My bruised face, my scarred wrists, the dried blood on my collarbone. Everything.

Notes

So this update is short because I was doing this on my phone, and the website kinda glitches out after awhile. So another update tonight possibly!