Chapter | Twenty Two

The New Years party that Taron had hosted was insane, the decorations and everything. Clara and I were dressed in shimmering dresses. Clara in gold sparkles and me in silver, she and Richard were finally giving it a go, so now they were dating.

There wasn't a friend of Taron that I hadn't met, he had showed me off to everyone, introducing me to each and every guest that entered his apartment.

In an hour we would enter a new year. A new year together, I couldn't wait. I was on cloud 9 whenever I was with Taron, it felt right.

"Baby, my feet are hurting from you dragging me around all night" I whined and Taron only laughed before wrapping his arms around me. We had a rare moment to ourselves.

"I can't believe you've managed to deal with me for nearly five months" Taron said in my ear as he leaned down to press a couple of quick kisses below my ear.

"Right back at you" I retorted amused and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Taron Egerton, my man!" Someone shouted, Taron froze instantly and pulled away from me, grabbing the guy who had called out, he pulled him after him as he suddenly left me all alone.

Why did he call him Egerton? His last name was Edwards? I furrowed my brows as Taron and his friend disappeared from my sight.

I sighed in defeat and went to find Clara, I found her and Richard by that guy that looked a lot like Pedro Pascal, the guy I had stumbled into at a party here, I wondered if he was an incredible look–a–like or if he was actually the actor.

"Clara?" I called out with a frown, she noticed and took a few steps away from the guys. "What's wrong?" She asks with worry on her face.

"A guy came up and called Taron something, then they disappeared. I don't know what that was about" I said and shrugged a little. "Oh" Was all she said, I narrowed my eyes at her and was about to question her weird reaction, but I was cut off by the Pedro Pascal look–a–like.

"Ah, you must be the famous bartender/ editor Taron talks about all the time?" He said and I glanced at Clara who tensed. "Yeah, I suppose that would be me," I said and laughed a little awkwardly.

"I'm Pedro Pascal, it's very nice to finally meet you" He said and my eyes widened in surprise. "What the–""--Iz" Clara hissed and I stopped myself.

"It's nice to meet you too, Pedro," I said and smiled. Pushing my surprise aside, he was just an ordinary person like us. Though he wasn't really.

"Iz, babe, can you come with me for a second?" Taron suddenly came into my view as he stumbled into me, making me unstable for a second.

"Yeah, sure?" I said and laughed a little as I flicked my hand to get rid of the spilled liquid on my hand. "Sorry, come on" He said and grabbed my other hand and pulled me after him.

"This is a mess" I swear I hear Clara say with a sigh. I followed Taron through the crowd as he pulled me eagerly after him to the balcony. "Okay, so what that guy just called me was a nickname. It didn't mean anything–god you're beautiful tonight" Taron rambled as he took me in.

"Babe? Are you okay? You're a little....twirly" I said and eyed him, had he taken anything he shouldn't have? He's acting off. I knew he was pretty drunk, but this was different.

"Yeah, I'm fine–are you? Are you fine? You okay?" He rambled and took my hands in his, looking me over. "Yeah, I'm okay" I say with a small laugh and let him engulf me in a hug.

The hug was tight and eager, I could feel his heart hammering in his chest. It only made me more worried for him. What was going on?

He hugged me like it was the last time he would be able to, though I stayed quiet and played with the hairs on his neck as I let him hold me close for as long as he needed.

"I'm worried, baby, your heart is racing, I can feel it–hell I can hear it" I say after a few minutes, I pull away slightly only for him to protest and pull me back in.

"Just let us be here for a few minutes" He said, his voice cracked a bit and I grew even more worried. A pit grew in my stomach as I feared the worst. Why was he acting this way?

"Okay" I whispered and rewrapped my arms around his neck. He hid his face in my neck and I kept raking my hand through his hair gently. I knew I was making it look a little messier than before, but I didn't care. It seemed to calm him down a bit.

"I love you, Iz. I don't want a life without you, I need you. You make me happier than I've ever been, I see a future with you. I need you, don't leave me" It sounded like he was panicking, so I pulled away from the hug, despite his eager protests to keep holding me.

"Taron, baby, look at me" I say and cup his face in my hands. His eyes are red, there's tears in the brim of his eyes, he's panicking.

"What happened? Tell me what's going on, you're scaring me" I half whispered as I looked him over, making sure he was physically okay as I had his face securely in my hands.

"Just promise me you won't leave me" He whispered, I smiled a little and nodded. I didn't see any reason as to why I would willingly leave Taron.

"I promise. I love you, okay? Calm down" I whispered to him as his breathing sped up in a panicked way once again. He nodded and I brushed my thumb over his cheek bone as I stared into his eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, he nodded and took a deep breath. I smiled a little as I felt him relax, I pulled him in for another kiss and he melted into it.

"I love you, I love you, I love you" Taron whispered desperately as we pulled away for air. Something had happened, but I didn't understand what... all I could do now was wait and help him relax. When he was ready he would tell me.

"Guys! The ball is dropping!" Clara shouted at us, I jumped a little in surprise and Taron laughed at me. "Let's go inside, yeah?" I offered, Taron nodded before pressing a kiss to my lips, then he let me pull him back inside.

His huge tv screen was turned on and we watched as the time counted down on the screen. Everyone counted along, I did as well, I felt Taron's eyes on my face as I did, his arms were wrapped around me from behind as we stood there.

When the new year officially started, I turned in his arms and pulled him down and crashed my lips onto his. The innocent new year kiss turned more eager and needy, suddenly forgetting our surroundings.

It felt like it was just him and I.

When Clara started cheering we pulled away, knowing she was cheering at us. I giggled a little as she danced happily while Richard was trying to wipe her lipstick off of his entire face.

"Happy new year, baby" Taron said to me, I smiled and repeated what had said before kissing him once again. Happiness filled my chest, the warm sensation sent a bigger smile to my face when we pulled away again. "I love you" I reminded him, he grinned and whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

The entire night was just him and I in our own little bubble. The party was getting out of hand, people were shitfaced drunk, yet Taron didn't seem to have a single care in the world.

He had his eyes on me all the time, he was by my side the entire night. Though at a point I was unable to take his gaze on me anymore. I pulled him to his bathroom and as I locked the door, my back hit it. Taron knew exactly what I wanted, he wanted it too. The way he slammed me against the door told me he did.

His lips were on mine instantly, while our lips worked on each other, my hands worked on pants and his hands slid my dress up, exposing me to him.

"No panties?" He asked in a pleased rough voice, I bit my lip and smirked a little, letting him figure out my intentions for tonight. "Fuck" He groaned as his cock filled me up, I bit down my moans and held onto him as my legs were wrapped around his waist, letting him take me against the door, our restrained moans and harsh breathings filled the silence in the room.