Song of the chapter: Every Night - Imagine Dragons

I shrugged off one of Mitchell's shirts, which always hit me below the knee, making me appear shorter than I already was. I slipped into his bathtub filled with scalding water and bubbles, resting my head on the edge and slowly closed my eyes, shutting out the world around me. I had been meaning to do that for two weeks, to relax and have some time alone.

He snuck up on me and knelt down beside the tub, pressing his soft lips against mine; he pecked me lightly to rouse me, waiting for me to open my eyes before he lunged for me. "I knew that'd wake you up," he smiled. "Come to bed with me right now. I want you to make me warm."

I got up and he wrapped me in a large towel before carrying me over to the bed, placing a warm, Mitchell smelling sweater over my head. "I know you're tired so I'm gonna do everything for you." Then he tucked me in. "And you don't have to thank me. You deserve all this and much more," he added with a smile and sloppy kiss.

I cuddled up next to him, and lay my head on his chest, watching him sat upright drinking hot cocoa. The dim bedroom light made him look all grown up and very dignified - that is until he got foam on his nose.

I laughed at the great lengths he went to trying to remove it, always leaving a little spot on the tip. I licked my index finger and rubbed it off with motherly care, before winking comprehensively at him.

We talked for the rest of the night, laughing at the snores emerging from Aidan's room and the moans from Cameron's. "You could keep it down, you know?" he shouted eventually.

I enjoyed having conversations with him, when he opened up to me and that silly kid with crazy hair I adored emerged. This was our time to be together, to be ourselves, with no care in the world and without fear of being caught together.

We fell asleep after midnight, the rain pouring into the night, raindrops drumming against the windows, a soothing sound. I was curled up in his arms, and his head resting on my shoulder. I felt safe next to him, very comfortable with who I was and never had I ever loved anyone the way I loved him. He was mine alone in this moment. Mine.

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I woke up a few hours later, and showered quietly, careful as not to wake him up  - I was leaving for Paris in two hours and I still had to pack. I ran out of his room, leaving him a lipstick stained note on the pillow beside him and kissing his cheek.

Min was still out when I got back - no surprise there - so it was easy to steal all her favourite shoes without having to beg and bribe her.

After downing a highly caffeinated espresso, I made it to the airport in record time and left my new home, my new friends and my new boyfriend to venture back to my old home. Where it all began.