Emily's PoV:

The breakfast table was set for six. Nick and Jasmine were included in the 'only family' category. Nick didn't have proper parental care from childhood, which made him quite intimidated about having a meal with us. I desperately wanted him to be a part of our family as soon as possible, so I forced him to join us for breakfast.

Nick tapped his feet on the floor nervously. He had shown feats of bravery at the most frightening of times. Gods alone knew what made him so afraid of my father. I comforted him by twining my hand around his under the table.

"Dad we are going back to Colorado Springs tonight," I dropped the bomb before anyone could eat.

Harry banged his fork against the table in annoyance, "Woman, ten minutes, you couldn't wait for ten minutes? People are hungry and waiting to eat!" He sulked.

Though dad was shocked to hear the news, he concealed the anticipation with indifference, "We? As in the case of you and Jasmine?" he asked.

I held tight to Nick's hand, "Nope. It's as in the case of me and Nick. We are dating Dad. I can't stay home forever. It's time I should start preparing for my SAT's and go to college."

"You have made the decision, why bother telling?" Dad took a sip of water and wiped his lips with a napkin. I was surprised to see him acting so calm, "On one condition. Stop working part time and study more. I will wire you the living expenses. And you!" Dad looked at Nick, "Don't ever dream of sleeping with my daughter"

Nick chocked on the water he drank. I patted his back soothingly, "Dad! Come on, he's my boyfriend. Cut him some slack!"

"That's it, you may leave tonight." Dad declared, "You. Meet me at my office later." He flashed at Nick.

"Dad..." I rebelled, but Nick pressed my hand to not let me talk any further. "No problem Em," Nick whispered.

Mom prepared my favourite bacon sandwiches for breakfast. After gulping down few sandwiches, Nick followed Dad into his office to have "the talk". I wished him luck and climbed the stairs to my room. Picking up the laundry, I started packing my suitcase to leave.

Half an hour later, Nick walked into the room and stretched out on my bed, "Argh!" He groaned in frustration and wildly ruffled his hair, "I've never had such an embarrassing talk with someone since puberty!"

His expressions were so cute and made me chuckle until I had tears brimming my eyelids, "Ouch my side hurts" My injured rib kept reminding me to not make any movements, yet I laughed out. "Man, what the hell happened down there?"

Nick waved his arm dismissively, "Just some men stuff." He closed his eyes and recollected what happened earlier, "How? How could he say that to me?" Nick talked to himself.

"I know something that could change your mind," I walked towards the closet and took a deep breath before reaching for the huge cardboard box from the top shelf. I had no trouble reaching for the box in normal times, but then the injury made me incapable.

Seconds later, I felt the warmth of Nick's body on my back. Pressing close to my back, Nick gently slid the box from the top shelf with ease and dropped it on the floor. His hot irregular breathing caused a mild pain of thrill in my chest. We had our first kiss in the dark so I wasn't able to see how he looked like. Now, I had the liberty to devour his contours by sight. He was drop dead handsome with the devilishly pervert look smoldering intensely in his eyes.

I moved back, but Nick kept invading my personal space until I had no room behind, "Isn't this an initiation of sexual act without permission?" I asked with a teasing smirk on my lips.

"Woman, stop killing me with that smirk. You don't want to wake up the beast!" Nick talked in a husky tone that made my insides shiver with excitement. He slid his arms around my waist and pulled me close to his body. I felt the hard muscles and abs heating up underneath his shirt.

His arms moved down my waist tracing the bare skin under my crop top to the back of my thighs. The hairs on my body stood erect with nervous pleasure. He gave a lift to my thighs and made me sit on his waist, "Do you think this is too soon?" Nick asked before he could implore his wildest dreams.

"As if twelve years weren't enough" I giggled and pecked at his lips. That one move was enough to wake up the beast Nick was talking about. He carried me to the bed and placed me down softly like a feather. His lips came down crashing into mine like an animal with raw instincts and smoothly delved like sweet fudge inside my mouth. Our tongues made hot passionate conquests competitively. I ran my fingers into his hair and tugged at his upper lip. His lip was so soft that I couldn't prevent sinking my teeth into it.

Nick moaned with pleasure and smoothly moved his hand under my T shirt. His cold hand burned my warm skin caressing the sensitive spot at my lower back, while his other hand cupped my cheek and grazed my lower lip with his thumb. I shrieked under his intimate touch and embraced his torso for support. The moment felt so surreal. Our breaths mixed together and became one.

We didn't cross the line, for my dad's words appeared to have a deep impact in Nick's mind. We cuddled together under the blanket. I picked a thick bound book from the cardboard box that Nick dropped on the floor and presented it to him.

"What is this?" Nick's face brightened up with excitement like a child opening a box of chocolates. I leaned my head on his chest and opened the book, "It's my personal diary. I don't want to make you feel like you've lost a major part of my life."

Nick looked deep into my eyes with sincerity. I could say he was very impressed, "This means so much to me baby doll." Nick kissed my forehead and opened a random page of the book.

I gasped in horror. It was truly a nightmare. Out of all pages he could've read, why this? Why God, why?

Nick wasn't apparently pleased by the way his brows knitted together, "Why is Niall Horan soooooo haaaawwwtttt!!! His hair, his eyes, his jawline, gosh I could just eat him off. He's such a hot delicious chocolate brownie except that he's milky white. Is he human, or a heavenly being made out of God particles? Why should his voice be so melodious? Why? Why? Why?" Nick exaggerated the last three why's out of being irked by my poetic description of Niall Horan, "I'm gonna kill this guy."

I pressed my lips to a thin line, "Um...Nick for your reference, Niall Horan is an Irish singer and a member of One direction. It was just a celebrity crush I had at sixteen." I scratched the back of my head.

"I didn't know girls wanted to eat off their celebrity crushes. You people have one huge appetite." Nick burst out into a fit of laughter. I raised my eyebrows, "Wait, were you just acting to be mad?"

"Of course. Why would I be mad at some random celebrity crush you had in past? Moreover, by the looks of it he sounds gay." Nick chortled mockingly.

"That's it, change of plans. Give me the book." I fought with Nick to get it back. Nick stood up and held the book so high in his hand that I couldn't reach how much ever I jumped, "Damn it! Why wasn't I born a foot and half taller?" I sulked and turned away.

Nick engulfed me in a hug from behind and kissed the back of my neck, "So little and cute. I could carry you in my pocket." He turned me around and clutched my waist with his arms, "Babe, you must know one thing. I would never judge you by your past. If you trust me, let me read your diary or if you wanted privacy, you can absolutely have it" said Nick, thrusting the diary in my arms.

Though I didn't want to show him that I wasn't pissed off anymore, the corner of my lips twitched and betrayed me,"Astonishingly great wordsmith we are, aren't we?"

"Compared to Ms Greene, I'm nothing!" Nick gazed at a distant point dreamily, "Is he a human or a heavenly being made of God particles?" Nick quoted my words dramatically, "Seriously you should consider entering the writing business" He guffawed.

"I consider entering the killing business." I retorted and hit him on the chest. Nick ran around the room to defend himself, "Thinking about it, I should have been dead twelve years back. But I came alive just for you. It was considered to be one of the greatest medical marvels of our time. I too must have God particles!"

"You're so dead." I chased him around till we were out of breath. Secretly it was the best day ever in my life.

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Leaving home once again was awful. I felt like a kindergarten kid going to school for the first time. At home everything was made comfortable. Mom cooked delicious food, did the laundry and gave perfect solution for all my problems. I was hit by a wave of nostalgia when we took the cab to airport.

To achieve something in life, one must eventually break free of their comfort zone.

And that justified me leaving home to an unknown land. Moreover this time I had Nick by my side, so leaving home wouldn't be much of an issue.

I waved goodbye to Mom, Dad, Harry and Jasmine from the cab. Chris and Nick's friends took the sub to airport. Jasmine decided to stay back until Harry's vacation was over. The cab embarked on its journey and I kept looking behind until all of them appeared to be a dot.

Nick sensed that I was about to cry. He leaned my head on his shoulder and caressed my hair. I found solace and comfort in his embrace.

What would I've been if not for this guy?

Reaching the airport early, we checked in our baggages and went through security clearance. We had one hour more for boarding so Nick took me to a nice place inside the airport to eat. We had the best Chinese noodles for dinner. Nick held the chopsticks in his mouth like vampire fangs and made me laugh until the airport security thought we were stoned.

I didn't leave home. I took it along.

We boarded the flight by ten. I had a peaceful slumber that night by leaning on Nick's shoulder, until a dream decided to intervene my tranquility.

Sound of the ambulance churned the bottom of my stomach and deafened my ears.

The stretcher was loaded in the ambulance with someone soaked in a pool of blood.

My heart raced faster than the speeding ambulance. The five minute journey seemed to take an eternity.

"Move aside. Move aside!" I yelled at people who blocked our way as the stretcher was strolled into the hospital.

The stretcher was taken beyond my reach into the operating room.

Doctors and nurses ran in and out of the room frantically, carrying fancy equipments.

Finally I was let inside. The light from the operating table blinded my eyes. Before I could see what happened, the person on the operating table was covered using a white sheet.

Nick Tyler declared dead on January 27...

Rest of the words faded away as I jerked up to consciousness from the dream. Panic stricken by the horrendous nightmare, I looked for Nick and found him sleeping peacefully resting his head on the seat.

The whole dream sunk in my head. I wanted it to go off completely, but it slavered my mind like a parasite.

The pain in my ribs intensified, so did the agony in my heart. I bit into the airline pillow and sobbed throughout the night in lonely miserable solitude.

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A/N: Hey guys, hope you got the real meaning behind the name of this book.

I felt enormously sad while writing the last part of this chapter, yet this was supposed to be the storyline with which the book was commenced.

Thank you for reading ❤️

Stay tuned for the next chapter, coz who knows Emily's dream might not be entirely true.