"Fuck. I fly at two.Fuck," he said as he dived out of bed, tugging his clothes on as I began packing his bag for him quickly.
"I'll order the cab, and you get dressed," I ordered, as he began to brush his teeth, pulling his jeans on as I tried not to panic.
"I don't want you to miss your plane baby, shall I drive you?"
"No, it's cool, I can pay the driver to haul ass."
I nodded, zipping his bag as I looked around the room. I ordered him an Uber, relieved to see it was only five minutes away.
Theo grabbed his bag from me, kissing me hard on the lips.
"Sorry, baby. I wanted a much better goodbye."
I shrugged as I kissed him back, following him downstairs as I found the house empty. I felt hollow inside as Theo opened the door, waving at the Uber driver.
"Fuck. I love you. I really fucking do. I will see you in four weeks."
He kissed me again, his hands on my face as he gazed at me, before running towards the car.
I watched him sadly, my heart breaking again as the car sped away. It hurt how much I loved him, and it hurt, even more, knowing this shit would be going on for a further three years. I didn't know if I could cope with not being with him as much as I wanted to be, but I guess it was only temporary. I went back to my bedroom, climbing into the bed where he had been sleeping mere moments before. I clutched the pillow as I inhaled his scent, my eyes misting over as sadness washed over me.
Four more weeks.
36
HANNAH
“Idon’t like parties without Theo.” I pouted.
Mara rolled her eyes.
“Oh, Han.”
She thrust some black jeans my way, and I sighed, wishing I could fly to Theo’s dorm room and hide out with him forever. I texted him while Mara fixed her make-up in the mirror.
HANNAH:
Mara is dragging me to some shitty party.
He replied instantly.
THEO:
I’ve had to pay Billie to take his entourage somewhere else tonight. I’m tired and don’t want to wake up at stupid o’clock. Don’t look too hot. Don’t have fun. Use your knee if required. Text me when you are home.
“‘Bring a bottle and be prepared to have fun!’ Sounds good.” Mara read out from her phone.
“Which means shitty party games and pissed up guys trying to cop a feel. Remind me again why you want to go?” I yawned, not feeling at all in the mood.
“Well, you never know.”
“Sorry?”
“I might find Mr. Right!”
“But I thought you were into Ryan?’ I asked with surprise.
Mara sighed, wriggling into her boob tube, which clung to her figure beautifully.
