Reliving the Nightmare

♡BRIAN'S POV♡

A damp tickling on my neck roused me gently from my slumber and I cracked my bleary eyes open to see Lola nuzzling me in her sleep. Her plump lips grazed my sensitive skin and I shivered at how good it felt. As I peered down at her open face, it hit me how right it felt to wake up beside this girl. I had woken up beside a lot of girls in my time, and none of them had made me feel so protective and caring over them. Lola was different.

I carefully shifted her, so she was laying on the other side away from me. I looked out the window, to see that we were in some kind of high street. I turned back to Lola and made sure she was fast asleep before I rapped on the window between us and the driver. She pulled the black seperator back and looked at me anxiously. I suppose it hadn't been the best start we'd had: me ordering her about then stripping a girl half naked in the back of her taxi.

I gave her an extra sweet smile to make up for it then said in a polite tone, "Hey, do you think we could stop for a minute so I could grab some stuff?"

She nodded hurriedly, averting her gaze from mine. I sighed, the damage had obviously been done permanently.

We pulled up into a car park and I got out, careful to shut the door gently so as to not wake Lola. I began walking in the direction of a shop but then an itching sensation made me turn back to the driver.

I tapped on her window and gestured for her to roll it down. She creased her brow nervously but did it.

"I don't want to freak you out, but if I return to find Lola in any less of the condition I have left her in, I will not be happy at all. She'd better be sleeping contentedly, in this taxi, in this parking spot when I return. Got it?" I warned her seriously.

She took a deep breath and squeaked an agreement. Satisfied, I thanked her sweetly and set off towards the shops again. It wasn't that I didn't think she was a lovely lady, but I just wanted to affirm with her that Lola was to be treated with care.

I headed into a store called 'New Look' which looked like it sold a wide array of girls' clothes and they looked quite fashionable. I was a man, what was I meant to know?

I wandered uncertainly round the shop, taken aback by the sheer amount of clothes. How did I know what to get Lola? She blatantly needed new stuff as she was lying in the back of a taxi in just jeans and bandages, but where did I start?

Thankfully a very pretty and very busty assistant flounced up to me and offered help. I flashed her a dazzling smile in return and I swear she stuck her chest further in my face.

"Eh, what kind of clothes would you buy if you were needing new stuff?' I asked her, subtly turning away from her so I didn't get a mouthful of boob.

"Like what I would buy for myself?" she asked me dumbly in a high pitched simpering voice.

"Yeah, sure," I mumbled. I thought that's what I'd just said? She was maybe a bit simple in the head.

She strutted in front of me and started picking out brightly coloured garments and thrusting them at me. She needed very little encouragement so I let her plow ahead and just watched her. She was undeniably beautiful, I couldn't argue that, but for some reason I felt no attraction to her. Nothing turned me on about her: not her flowing ebony locks, not her tanned skin, not even the way her clingy dress hugged her voluptuous curves.

I started to feel frustrated with myself. Usually if a pretty girl flirted with me, I would have her bedded and be out of there within the hour. But for some reason I felt no urgency with this one. The idea of being with her actually kind of bored me. I mentally kicked myself and willed myself to feel something.

I walked up behind her and lightly touched her arm, interrupting her current train of thoughts. She giggled loudly, the sound grating my nerves. I ground my teeth and pushed myself to caress her hand. I didn't look at her whilst she was doing it but I could feel her excitement bubbling up. It annoyed me.

She reached her hand out and grasped my bicep. I tensed and stepped back, brushing her off of me quickly. She glanced up at me, hurt, but I simply snatched the top she was holding and added it to my pile before heading to the till. Almost feverishly, I paid for the pile of clothes, not even bothering to see how much they costed. I vaguely noticed that the assistant had picked out a selection of bras and panties, in an attempt to tease me. That pissed me off even more, even though it was quite handy for Lola.

I shot out of that shop and blasted my way round a drugstore for essentials like toothbrushes and deodorant. My mind was somewhere else though.

Why hadn't I been able to flirt with that girl? Why had I felt guilty and reluctant when she touched me?

A face popped up in my head. A beautiful, pure face. Her blue eyes sparkled like shimmering lagoons and her hair tumbled delicately down her shoulders, a waterfall of gold brilliance. A rosy blush painted her ivory cheeks and she pouted sexily at me. I groaned at my brain's accuracy in conjuring Lola. Every flawless detail had been perfectly captured. Was she the reason I couldn't flirt with anyone?

I opened my mind to my true emotions, ignoring the cheesiness of it all. She was a breathtaking girl, that I knew because of my body's reaction whenever I saw her. But there was so much more to it than that. It was her little hand gestures when she spoke, it was her timid smiles to people when she wasn't sure what they thought, it was her pure bravery and loyalty.

Most of all, it was how she didn't know how perfect she was. She didn't know what she made me feel, she only knew what I made her feel. She was so oblivious to my love for her.

SHIT.

SHIT.

SHIT.

What had I just thought ? Did I just think that I loved her? Jesus fuck, I had known the girl for less than a day and already was thinking that I loved the girl. I shook myself out and continued sprinting round the shop, banishing all ludicrous thoughts.

Finally I finished buying everything. I even bought a little packet of sweets for the taxi driver in apology for the stress I had caused her. I was sure she would love it.

I walked slowly back along the high street, relishing the fresh air. I looked absentmindedly in shops as I passed until something caught my eye in another clothes shop.

A dress was modelled by a mannequin in the window. I don't know why I stopped to look at it but something held my feet firm to the pavement. It was a simple piece of material; light and gossamer thin with fragile lace sleeves and a flowing skirt that reached around mid thigh. It's sky blue colour reminded me of Lola's eyes and I knew in that instant that I had to buy it. I could imagine her dancing around in it, carefree and happy, rid of all the pain that burdened her now.

Five minutes later I walked out of the shop with the dress nestled carefully in a bag in my hand. As I headed back to the car park, I convinced myself that I had just bought it as a treat for a nice girl that had been having a difficult time recently.

I reached the taxi and quietly put my purchases in the boot. I walked round to my door and opened it.

Lola had moved in her sleep so she was curled up on my seat with her arms wrapped round herself. Her bandages had started to come undone and I was sure that if she had been awake she would be blushing scarlet at the amount of cleavage she had on display. A lock of soft hair was sticking to her mouth and my hand ached to brush it away.

Who was I kidding? I was a goner.

Notes

Did Brian just say the 'L' word?!?!?!:0
So not a lot of action here, this is kind of a filler chapter but we had a lot of Brian's feelings!
Thanks for reading guys, it honestly means so much that people like the story! Please keep reading and commenting, it makes me so unbelievably happy!!!:):)

L xxx