A/N: 30.05.19

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This is the last chapter...

Ya'll were wondering if Killian's feelings were true. Well, here's the truth. You're going to be shookedth
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My eyes opened, my eyelashes faintly batting against my lids as I blinked. Everything was blurry at first, but I gave myself a few seconds to grasp reality. It was still dark, the moon light casting a faint beam into my room and tainting the atmosphere in a boring, montonous color of monochrome. No color, no warmth - just plain shades of black and white. Blinking a few times, I wondered if I was still dreaming.

But my memory slowly recollected and everything started to process in my mind. After Killian's confession, I asked him if he wanted to come to my house so that we could talk a little bit longer. So after washing up the make-up and and changing back into my normal clothes, he climbed up the tree beside my house and snuck in through the windows so that my parents wouldn't see him. When he was in my room, one thing led to another and we ended up...

I felt heat rise up my collarbone.

I was in my room, wearing my pyjamas and tucked under my blankets. Killian must have cleaned me up after we did that and dressed me when I fell asleep. My eyes widened.

Killian.

I immediately sat up, a sharp pain jolting up my waist and making me wince. I clutched my abdomen, my bottom still throbbing from last night. Then again, after having it done it that many times, I shouldn't be surprised that I felt this sore. I now finally understood what Jenna meant when she said that Killian was a "beast under the sheets".

But what hurt the most was the aching pain in my chest when I realised that Killian was no longer beside me. I frantically looked around, the blood from my face draining down my neck and my heart beating rapidly against my chest, my mind buzzing in panic and worry.

"Killian?" I croaked in a raspy voice, never feeling so lost and alone in my own room.

But he was gone.

Killian was really gone.

My breath started to quicken as the constricted feeling started to grow as endless questions popping inside my mind.

Where was he? Did he really leave after we...? Without telling me or saying goodbye? Was his confession just an act to get me to sleep with him? Was it all just a lie?

I hugged my knees tightly against my chest, drowning in my thoughts as I remembered how everybody warned me about Killian.

"Toxic people like him are just a bad influence, you'll just end up getting hurt(...) If he's acting all friendly, it's probably just to take advantage of you since you're nice. Too nice. I mean, what other reason would someone as popular as him try to talk to you?"

I felt the weight over my shoulders grow as Eshe's voice echoed inside my mind, soon replaced by Alix's voice.

"Yeah, the popular guys who do things for their own amusement, not really caring if they hurt others as long as they get a good laugh. Who knows what evil things he'll try to do to you."

I clenched my hands, biting on my lower lip in pain.

"The way he treats us at first just makes us feel special, you know? As if he actually cares, like he genuinely has feelings for us. Holding hand, caressing your cheek, throwing in a nice compliment every now just to tease you (...) He's that unattainable person that you can't help but fall in love with and be attracted to, but no matter how badly you want him, you just can't. He's a care-free guy, doesn't listen to anyone and gives zero shit about what people say. He simply does what he wants, when he wants, how he wants, and no one can tie him down," said Jenna.

I could feel an unstoppable snowball in the pit of my stomach, my heart aching as it beated harder and faster. I tried to calm myself down and push away the negative assumptions. But they just kept on coming, like waves clashing against rocks. The arguments and persuasive voices in my head got so fast and overwhelming that-

I quickly shook my head, which seemed to be the only part of my body that didn't ache.

"No, Killian's not like that," I whispered to myself. "Killian's not a liar and he's not a bad person."

I quickly got out of bed, but as soon as I took my first step, another jolt of pain shot up my waist and I had to hold onto the bedside table to prevent myself from falling. Biting hard on my quivering lower lip, I finally gained my balance with a frown.

He really did me rough last night.

I took in a deep breath and limped out of my room and went downstairs. The house was dark and silent, it didn't seem like there was anyone else except myself. I checked the living room and the bathrom - they were empty.

My chest tightened every time I opened an empty room, wondering where in the world Killian was. I refused to believe that he had left without saying anything, I refused to believe that everything was a lie. But as I continued to search without any results, my confidence started to decrease each second.

"He couldn't have," I whispered to myself, leaning against the living room wall as I tried to catch my breath. He had to be here, somewhere.

Fighting back the tears that were already forming in my eyes, I decided to look upstairs, praying that he would miraculously be back in my bed, just the way I last him before falling asleep. As I climbed up the stairs, my eyes widened as I heard a noise. Without a second thought, I quickly went to the kitchen as quickly as I could, my body freezing once I got there.

Killian was leaning against the counter, one arm crossed over his bare chest while holding a glass of water in his other hand. He was wearing nothing but his boxers, looking out the window as if to be deep in thought. The silver moon that spilled into the room enlightened his tousled, dark brown hair and brought out every muscle of his torso. Even at night, his green eyes captured a certain mesmerizing beauty.

"Killian," I said, my voice coming out as nothing but a faint whisper. He turned his head towards me, his eyes widening in surprise. But his surprise slowly turned into an expression of worry.

"Jones?" He said in worry, putting down the cup of water and walking towards me. His hands cupped around the sides of my face, fingers resting below my ear as he looked into my eyes with furrowed brows. I felt silly, crying in front of him. It wasn't the first time, but I felt embarrassed nonetheless.

"S-S-Sorry," I stuttered, trying to speak in a steady voice. "I um, I had a bad dream."

But I could tell that Killian knew that I was lying, you could just see it in his eyes. His eyes were perplexed but remained tender. Instead of asking me again, he lowered his head to my height and planted a gentle kiss on my lips, the warmth of his skin removing the heavy weight on my chest and replacing it with relief. The way he touched and kissed me was different from last night - nothing about his touch felt sexual.

He pulled away with a smile etched upon his rosy-red lips, and I knew that his kiss wasn't one without a price. Killian always had a way of getting what he wanted, one way or another. I bit my lower lip, avertering my eyes to the side as I felt myself finally give in.

"I thought that you left," I murmured in a small voice, squeezing my small hands.

There was a small pause. "Was that why you're crying?" he asked, more out of amusement than in anger. He brushed away the last of my tears with the brim of his thumb, the cold metal of his rings touching my skin. "I was thirsty and came down to get some water. You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn't want to wake you up."

I felt embarrassed and guilty for having made such a big fuss over something so little. Killian leaned his forehead against mine, his hands now wrapped around my waist as he gently pushed my body closer to his, filling in the gap between us.

"I know that I have a bad history when it comes to relationships and that I may not have been the most loyal person out there, but I'd never do anything to intentionally hurt someone, especially you Jones," he said in his husky voice. "That, I can promise."

The way he looked at me as he spoke those words soothed my body and soul, and I believed everything he said.

"To be completely honest, it scares me," he murmured, making my brows furrow in confusion. "I'm not like you, Jones. I'm not perfect, I make mistakes, and I always seem to mess things up one way or another, it's like my second nature," he admitted hoarsely. "So the way I feel about you scares the shit out of me." His confession was urgent and raw, but most of all, it was honest. And it made me wonder if this was what he was thinking about when he stood by himself, looking out the window, if this was why he looked so worried and deep in thought.

"But why does it scare you?" I asked slowly. If anything, I should be the one to be scared.

"Because even if it's not intentional, I know that you'll probably end up getting hurt," he grumbled. I stared at him in surprise and disbelief, wondering if my eyes were playing tricks on me or if Killian was actually blushing. It was too dark to tell, but something was telling me that the shade of color on his face wasn't just an illusion.

Seeing such a vulnerable side of Killian was new to me. He was always someone honest, who spoke out his thoughts whenever he needed or wanted to, yet, he always remained as someone mysterious. But right now, it felt like he was displaying his feelings in front of me, with no ambiguity or ambivalence.

I felt a small smile pull at the tip of my lips, gently pulling away and finding his hands, our fingers gently intertwining into place.

"I'm scared too, but not for the same reason," I said, surprised at how confident I sounded. "It scares me how quickly I'm getting attached to someone so unpredictable. You were right, I always play it safe and never take risks, so diving into the unkown, the uncertain, and not knowing what's going to happen next, terrifies me."

The way Killian looked deeply into my eyes, showing that he was listening to each and every word, made me feel shy and embarrassed. But I knew that I needed to tell him- No, I needed to tell myself. I was tired of always living for others, always being the good boy, always playing it safe. For the first time in my life, I actually wanted something for myself, and that something, that someone, was Killian.

I gave him a small squeeze, brushing my thumb over the cringey acronym tattooed over his fingers that started this entire mess. Our mess.

"But fuck it, right?" I said, giggling as I swore for the first time. Killian's eyes widened in shock, a confused and worried smile growing on his face. "Because Y.O.L.O."

I wanted us to live life like we only had one, the both of us. A life full of mistakes but with little regret.

And that Killian, was my fourth and last dare.

With a small chuckle that escaped his lips, Killian pulled me against him, his soft lips brushing against mine and spreading warmth throughout my entire body. When our lips parted, he looked at me with his pistachio green eyes.

"Y.O.L.O," he repeated with a smile.

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