"Thorin, what brings you to my room in the middle of the night and a blizzard?" My nose crinkled at the cold that Thorin was allowing into my room. His body slowly began to straighten out from its crumpled position from the windowsill. Snow fell onto my floor that had the pleasure of his shoulders. I watched as the tiny specs became water droplets onto the wood.

"It was cold in my bed." He shrugged.

"So you came here?" I backed away, crossing my arms over my chest while watching Thorin as he slammed the window shut.

He chuckled. "Well, I didn't want you to walk in the snow so that's why I came here." The asshole tried to give me an innocent grin.

Coolness bit at the bridge of my nose when my fingers pinched it in irritation. "Thorin, that's not what I meant." The idiot continued to make himself cozy and sit on my bed. His legs crossed each other, locking themselves into a position that would be hard to break him out of. He had a wide smile on his lips, a little goofy though a smirk wanted to break out of it. A thump came out of the mattress when the idiot proceeded to slap the area next to him.

"I actually wanted to come here to talk to you." He gave me a more innocent look.

"About...?"

My body was hesitant when slowly pressing down onto my bed. I wasn't exactly in the area that Thorin patted for it was a little too close for my comfort. The lamp next to him gave the room a soft glow and resting shadows. One of those shadows fell onto Thorin's face, making it a little difficult to really look at him except for his eyes. His eyes held a little twinkle from the scarce light.

"Anything." He shrugged. "How's school coming along?" His arms stretched back behind him, allowing his torso to slightly lean back.

"Oh, it was great." Besides the fact that some kid that Thorin wanted to see dead was getting too close to me. "We have a new kid, I think you two may get along." Mostly due to the fact that they both didn't like Jace but then again, neither did I. Did anyone really besides his friend Terry who by the way, was still failing math. Well besides Terry, a lot of the popular people and teachers.

"Is that one arsehole still bothering you?"

"Who are you talking about?" I blinked innocently at him and smiled. I mostly smiled because I thought it was kind of funny and cute how he said 'arsehole' instead of 'asshole'.

"Jace."

"Oh.... him. Haven't talked to him in a while." I felt bad for lying for this was actually more for Thorin's sake. I didn't want him to get into more trouble because of me.

"Really?" He didn't seem to be convinced. "I would think since I wasn't there, he would try and talk to you more."

My lips frowned and my nose crinkled. "Nope, not at all. I haven't seen him actually."

"Good." His voice sounded relieved. "Who is this new kid by the way?"

It took me a few minutes to remember his name. "Sai."

Thorin looked shocked. "Wow, you remembered his name."

"So?" My brows furrowed. The guy kind of saved my life, it was the least I could do.

"It took you a while to remember my name." Was this jealousy that I was sensing from him? It didn't take me too long for me to remember Thorin's name. A lot of people were writing his name on the stalls in the first place so that helped.

"Well, you're not someone that I really want to remember." Was it a little harsh? Yes, but I knew Thorin could take it.

"And why do you say that?" He leaned forward, removing his arms from their laid back position. My space was already invaded when the asshole decided to come into my room but now my personal bubble was being popped. Thorin's torso was coming closer to mine even as I leaned back. His dark eyes were coming into my view, they were hooded and looked a little tired.

"Just saying how it is." Was this considered flirting? Because it felt like it.

He smirked. "You know I love it when you do." His chest was basically on mine.

My hand went up, stopping him from continuing his little game. "Thorin, what's the real reason why you wanted to come over here?" I kept pushing him back. "Because this isn't my definition of talking."

He sighed, tisking. "I actually did want to talk to you."

"You could have just texted me." I sighed with him, lifting my body back up to its upright position. The cool wall brought little comfort as my head rested on it. Laying on Thorin's arm looked more pleasurable but not having him knowing that I actually wanted him. He also copied me, leaning his head on the wall with only a few inches separating our faces.

"But I wanted to hear your voice." He sounded sad as if he was trying to keep something covered up.

"My phone does receive phone calls."

"But I wouldn't be able to see your face." He sighed once more.

It was sweet of him but something seemed off. He was using his cool guy persona but then again, it wasn't as convincing as the other times. Thorin purposely tried to remain in the shadows of my room. He didn't allow his eyes to be seen as clearly as they could have been and he was acting strangely. He was sighing. I knew that he was a smoker and that their lungs are basically shit (no smoke shaming here but it's the truth) but he was never this out of breath.

Gently, as if I was approaching broken glass, I placed my hand on his cheek. It was warm, a little stubbly from where hair is beginning to grow but still gentle against his dramatic bone structure. He didn't back away from my touch as I would have had done. Thorin was calm and gladly took the affection.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

He quietly laughed while placing his hand on mine. "A lot."

"Well, we don't have school and I don't have a bedtime. If you don't have to go fight some dude then I'm willing to listen." I smirked.

"Does that bother you?" He slightly frowned.

"What?" I blinked at him. "Having a bedtime? It's not enforced, I just set it up for myself so I can get my eight hours."

"You know what I mean." Thorin paused. "The fighting."

"Yes, it does." The words came out bluntly, but it did. Thorin wanted an answer and this was one of the things I was not going to lie to him about.

"Why is that?"

Why did it bother me so much that Thorin was fighting? For one it's illegal, and the cops could get involved. That would suck because Thorin's ass would go straight to jail and it's not going to be my ass bailing him out. Another reason was because there's this knot that forms in my stomach whenever I hear his door shut. I didn't like not knowing exactly where he was going and if he was going to be safe. It hurt. It hurt not knowing and then seeing him bruised like a rotten fruit.

I wanted to move my hand. My heart was pounding, trying to beat the truth out of me. Air was going into my lungs yet they felt like they were made out of cement and only allowing a tiny bit of oxygen to be used. Because my lungs were being assholes, my breath was short which made it hard to speak. Maybe it was a blessing so I wouldn't have to blurt something that would get me into deep shit with Thorin that could throw him off.

"Why?" He said softly, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. His eyes came to the light, letting me see the worry in them.

"It's annoying." I lied. It wasn't actually annoying.

"Tell me the truth." His body came closer to mine again, yet this time it wasn't out of playing. He was pressuring me to tell him how I actually felt. I never usually did that, did I?

"I hate it because I'm worried about you." I swallowed the lump in my throat and finally began to spill the beans. "I hate it whenever I see that you have a scratch or bruise I just want to smack your head for being so reckless then do whatever I can do to make it go away." A huff of air left me.

Thorin didn't say anything when moving forward. His forehead made contact with my collarbone area. I wanted to jump back and run downstairs and possibly do a belly flop into the multiple inches of snow that was on the ground, but I didn't. Instead, I moved my hand up to the back of his head, slowly moving it up and down.

"I'm sorry." His words were somewhat muffled.

"Thorin, it's okay." I tried to laugh it off but it came off fake.

"It's the only thing I know and nothing I can turn down." His voice became clearer. "It's the only thing I have. When everything turned to shit, it was the only thing that I was able to do."

"When everything turned to shit?"

"It was unusual to see my mum without a bottle in her hand or blacked out drunk. It made me angry." He huffed. "I hated the world and the world hated me. Since my mum was the town drunk, everyone decided to treat those who are related to her, like complete shit." He paused before continuing. "It was either being tossed around like garbage on the sidewalk from everyone else or stick up for myself, and that's what I did. I learned how to fight and well." His chuckling vibrated into my chest. "I got a reputation and everyone picked a fight. That's why I moved here and into my uncle's place. It was the only way to get away from the fighting."

"But you still fight?" My brows furrowed.

"Like the nicotine in my cigs, it has become an addiction. I was getting bored here, no one really wants to pick a fight with me and if they do, they instantly call the cops here and my arse doesn't want to be in jail. So I found a place, it allows me to fight and even get some cash out of it too." He tired to give me a smile when looking up. 

Never in the time that I've known Thorin, have I seen such a fake smile.

"How long had the teasing last?" I gulped.

"Since I was five."

My heart began to ache. The strings were being pulled and stretched like putty into weak lines that dripped into sadness. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes, making them irritated and blinking away like crazy.

"I'm sorry." My arms pulled Thorin in closer, closer than we had ever been before both physically and mentally. There was no way we couldn't be. Thorin wasn't this hard dummy who was hot and smoked before kicking some kid's ass. No, he was this kid who has always defended himself and never knew better.

"Flora, it's okay." He tried to sound happy. "Seriously. I should be apologizing for having such a stupid hobby."

"Is that why you went ballistic on that kid? Because it's a hobby of yours?"

"No, that was me protecting you even if I didn't enjoy fighting."

"Thorin, I had never seen you like that before. You were scary."

"I'm sorry." He quietly. "Something in me snapped. I didn't like seeing you hurt like that and if I could get anyone who does hurt you, I will."

"Oh."

"Now that you mention it, I kind of blacked out. If it wasn't for you pulling me out of it, I don't think I would remember punching him to a bloody pulp." He rubbed his chin.

"Well, next time you black out like that, I'll pull you out buddy."

"Thanks, buddy."

*********

It should have been freezing cold when I woke up from my slumber, but it wasn't. The blanket on me kept all the heated that Thorin had produced, in. Yes, Thorin was in my bed and was acting like a furnace. At least this time, he was fully clothed when we went to bed. We made the agreement that he could sleep in my bed but he was not going to snuggle and that he kept his clothes on.

Thorin broke the first part of our agreement. His arms were underneath mine as he nuzzled against my backside. With fingers interlocked, I was stuck in his hold. This would not have been a problem if he hadn't broken the second part of our agreement, the one about clothes. I didn't even feel him sit up to take his shirt off in the middle of the night.

"Thorin." I hissed while trying to wiggle out of his grip. Even when he was asleep, he was strong enough to hold me down.

He gave me a fake snore.

"Thorin, you better wake up unless you want your pants stuffed with snow."

"You're making waking up really hard right now, Flora." He yawned, scooting me back further into him.

"Thorin, you're breaking our agreement." I sighed while stopping to resist.

"I'm sorry, my shirt was itchy and you were so cold. I had to warm you up."

At least he was back to his good old joking self.

"Thorin, I'd rather talk to you face to face rather you laying behind me while we're laying down." I tried to move again but failed.

"And why is that?"

"Isn't this considered pillow talk?" I instantly felt uncomfortable just from saying the words.

He laughed. "This? Close but no, this is not pillow talk." Thorin could barely talk in between his laughter.

"What's pillow talk then?"

"Something you'll learn from me one day." He whispered into my ear and proceeded to give the back of my neck a little peck.

My brows furrowed and my plan for his destruction rose.

"What the he-"

The doorbell ranged throughout the whole house. Usually, it didn't unless there was a crisis. That crisis was usually people wanting to come in.

Oh no. 

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