Caleb P.O.V

I wake up, warmth surrounding me. As I try to move, I'm pulled back down by a strong pair of arms and I squeal a little in shock. As I look around the room, I notice it isn't mine, but my boyfriend's. Figuring he was the one who pulled me back down, I settle into his embrace and his grip on me tightens. 'Protective as always' I think, giggling quietly. The small noise I made was enough to make him wake up, burying his face into my neck, breathing on it.

"Morning, Aidan", I say and kiss his cheek. I feel him smile as he says,

"Morning Cal, how did you sleep?"

I laugh at the sleepiness that laces his voice as he talks. 'He's always liked his sleep' I stare at the wall. He sits up straight and grabs my waist, turning me toward him.

"You alright, baby?", he says, wrinkling his nose. Damn, he's hot like this. I snap out of my trance and reply with a simple,

"I'm okay, Aidan, just thinking back on the other night..", I pause as a blush breaks across my face. He smirks and a light pink colour dusts across his cheeks. He licks his lips and kisses my neck softly. I let out a small moan at the action and giggle at how playful he's being. "Aidan.. mmm.. now isn't the time for this, babe, we have to get up," I say and grab his face in my hands. He sighs and says

"Fine.. but Caleb?"

"Hm?"

"Can you stay the night after school, babe?" I laugh and snuggle into his chest, nodding slightly. I love staying the night at his dorm, it's difficult for me to be apart from him so I treasure moments like that. He picks me up and carries me to my dorm bridal style so that I can change for school.

Aidan P.O.V

I carry Caleb to his dorm so he can get ready for school. I mean, he could walk but why would I let such a precious thing be out of my arms? He snuggles into me as I carry him and grips my shirt tightly. 'Cute, he's acting shy even when we've been dating for months'. I mean, I shouldn't really be shocked. He's always been pretty shy with people, not that I mind of course. The boy in my arms is the light of my life; he made me feel things. Caleb Micheals is my boyfriend and quite frankly, he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the cute boy in my arms kissing my cheek.

"Aidan, love, we're at my dorm now. Thanks for carrying me here! Meet you downstairs for breakfast?", he says with his usual bright smile. God, his smile could be the death of me at this rate. I nod and kiss his forehead.

"See you soon, Caleb, love you". He lets out a giggle and opens his door.

"Bye, Aidan! Love you too!"

Then he walks into the room and closes his door. I stand outside for a second before making my way back to my own dorm. As I stand waiting for the elevator, I smile. His birthday was last weekend and every time I have a moment, my mind wanders back to it. At the time, we had been dating for around seven months and he had said he was ready to go all the way. Let's just say.. he's still finding it hard to walk and, well, his neck has more than a few marks. God, I still can't believe he's mine. I mean, he's adorable, kind and strong. I don't know what I did to deserve him but one thing I know for sure is that I'm never letting him go.

I get into the elevator and press the button for the fifth floor, unaware someone was in the elevator with me.

I glance towards them when they clear their throat. Expecting to see Matthew lecturing me, I brace myself. Instead, however, I see none other than Jordan. The lifelong bully and rival of my boyfriend, the class 'bad boy'. All he's done since he's gotten into Westbrooke Academy is torment people and be so full of himself he might pop a blood vessel. Although, he's not nearly as bad as my piece of burning trash 'father'. God, he's-

"Oi, dumbass," he says, his everlasting smirk plastered across his face.

"Yes, Jordan?", I reply calmly, not wanting to start a fight. All I want to do is get changed and meet Caleb downstairs for breakfast.

"What the hell are you wearing? You look like a damn homeless person.", he looks me up and down, a disgusted look on his face. Jeez, he's so irritating. I don't know why Caleb wants to be his friend so badly.

"Pyjamas, Jordan. But what does it matter to you?", I question, genuinely intrigued. I mean, why would he care what I'm wearing? It's none of his business and Jordan isn't the type to care about other people. He's the best in his eyes and that's that.

"Well, stupid, maybe because your shirt is half hanging off and you can see your underwear." Shit. I did it again, didn't I? I look over what I'm wearing and, sure enough, Jordan was right. My shirt was ripped down the side as if it had come loose at the seams, leaving my chest exposed and my sweats were too low down my waist. You can see a strip of my underwear. Well, I guess it doesn't really matter. I can always use my dad's credit card to replace the shirt. Plus, I'm going to my room to change, no one else is gonna see me like this. I give Jordan a small nod and mumble a 'thank you' before stepping out of the elevator and walking to my room.

I open the door and make my way to my wardrobe, pulling out a pair of black ripped jeans with a chain on, a white shirt and a grey patterned hoodie to go over it. I also grab a fresh pair of underwear out and write a reminder to buy a new shirt. I change into the new clothes and put the sweatpants in the washing basket, placing my shirt in the bin at the same time. Then I grab my phone off charge and make my way to the communal area where I'm supposed to meet Caleb. I sit on one of the couches and go on my phone while I wait for him. A few minutes later, he walks downstairs looking adorable. He's wearing black ripped jeans and a dark green hoodie that I noticed was mine. God, it was huge on him, but he looked so cute. He comes and sits next to me, resting his head on my shoulder. I put my phone down and kiss his forehead gently.

"Hey baby, you look adorable.", I whisper and he blushes a deep red and his face in his hands.

"I-I... Aidan!", he squeaks out, being a stuttering, blushing mess. I chuckle and pick him up, carrying him to the kitchen. He squeals as I pick him up and blushes a crimson colour. We make our way to the kitchen and I sit him down on one of the chairs. I grab an apron and put it on, getting ready to cook. I then turn and face him.

"What do you fancy for breakfast, babe?", I ask, leaning against the worktop. He thinks for a moment before answering,

"Can I pretty please have eggs and bacon?". A big smile is plastered across his face as he asks me this as if he's begging me. I give him a small nod and make my way to the fridge, grabbing the bacon, eggs and milk. I make breakfast for everyone, knowing that they'll be coming down soon. I then plate it all up and put one of them in front of Cal. He smiles, thanking me and starts eating. When he was around half-done with his food, he puts his knife and fork down.

"Baby? Is everything alright?", I ask, worried about my adorable boyfriend. He looks slightly pale and throws a hand over his mouth before pushing his chair back and running towards a bathroom. I spring up and follow him. I push the door open and find him kneeling in front of the toilet throwing up. His body is shaking violently and I notice a few tears fall onto the floor. I rush to his side, sitting behind him. Unsure of what to do, I rub his back gently and hold his hair back. Around ten minutes later, he's finally stopped throwing up. I'm not gonna lie, he was throwing up really violently. I pull the shaking boy into my arms slowly and wipe his teary eyes. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in my lap.

I looked over the boy in my arms. His face had tear stains running down it and around his eyes was red, puffy skin. His soft, brown hair was messy, yet still made him look adorable. His skin was paler than usual and his lips were chapped from all the throwing up. He's probably dehydrated. My eyes moved down to his waist. He had his arms clinging to his stomach as if he was in pain and his legs were brought up to his chest. Poor Caleb, he probably has a fever. I feel his forehead and it was red hot. Shit. I go to stand up when the bathroom door opens.