6.

"Babe..."

"Baby."

"Babe!!"

"What?!!" I practically shout at him. He knows I hate mornings. Don't wake me up if I don't need to be up. I'll wake up when my body is ready to.

"The boys are coming now. You gotta hide."

"What?" My ears must be really playing tricks on me because I thought I heard him say I have to hide. I turn my body to the other side then go back to sleep before,

"Oh shxxt, they're here. Babe, go into the bathroom!" He shouts already making his way out of the bedroom. My sleep goes away immediately as I sit upright on his bed. I don't even know how to express the pain that's in my chest right now.

Before getting this house, Ezra lived in a small apartment. It wasn't fancy but it was perfect. We'd used to spend the whole day and sometimes weekends just lazying around and watching movies. Never have I ever worried about people walking in on us, his friends hardly ever visited even.

He's certainly never told me to hide before.

Ignoring my heart breaking into a million pieces, I make my way to his closet to get a shirt to put on then lock myself in the bathroom. My phone is low and I'm just sitting on the floor staring at nothing.

So naturally, my head runs wild.

Is this how it's going to be from now on? Hiding in the bathroom every time his friends come by?

We can't be together in public but now we can't be together in private too?

What is the point then? What are we doing?!!

I lay on the cold floor to calm myself down but I end up crying myself to sleep.

I'm woken up by him carrying me off the ground.

"Shhh." He says to me when I open my eyes to see what's going on and then he places me on the bed.

I'm now officially awake because my eyes won't let me close them anymore. I then get off my back to sit upright on the bed. I look to my side and I'm thankful when I see my phone on the charger. I grab it to see if I have any texts from Liz, but the first thing I see is the time reading 17h00.

I literally jump off the bed to look around for my clothes only to remember I was wearing underwear last night. How did I let myself sleep so long?

"Babe, what's wrong?" I hear him ask as I go into his closet to look for pants.

"I have to go." I state simply then put on the first pair of pants that I see, not caring that they don't fit, and sit smugly on me.

I take my phone off the charger to request Uber and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see it's only two minutes away.

"I love you. Bye." I say then kiss him on the cheek before running out of the bedroom and out of the house. Baggy clothes and all.

I ignore him calling my name and then get in the Uber as soon as I spot it.

I don't necessarily have to be anywhere right now nor do I have anyone looking for me. I know dad's not even home. I just needed to get out of there. I needed to get away from him.

It was really early when he'd woken me up the first time. I know because my body can always tell. I didn't know exactly what time it was but I know it was early, probably around 9 am.

He let me sleep in the bathroom, on the floor until 5 pm. I want to make sense of it but my brain won't let me. I'm guessing his friends stayed for a while but surely he could've let me sleep on the bed. He could've locked me in the bedroom or something but leaving me in the bathroom for more than 7 hours is honestly nonsensical to me. That is not something you do to the girl you supposedly love.

Also, he could've made up an excuse just so they could leave. After what went down a few days ago, he at least owed me that.

I'm so angry right now that if I'd stayed, I would've given him a piece of my mind.

The Uber soon drops me off at home but I make my way onto a familiar porch instead then knock on the door.

"Hey, are you o..."

I don't let him finish before I practically throw myself into his arms, crying hysterically.

"Hey shhh. It's ok." He says calming me down.

It's no secret that Cody does not approve of my relationship with Ezra. He never misses a chance to tell me that I deserve to be with someone who wants to show me off, not hide me. I always roll my eyes at that and ignore his judgmental comments.

But even with his strong disapproval, he always offers his warm shoulder for my constant breakdowns caused by my unsteady relationship.

He'll let me cry my eyes out on his clean shirts then go and make me something to eat, and then we'll sit and watch sad movies the whole day. This has happened too many times.

I've been avoiding him the past couple of days because I know he saw the pictures, everyone did. He doesn't ask me questions and I know he thinks I'm crying because of that. I let him think that because if he knew what I'm crying about, he'll insist that I leave him. I don't want to do that, I love him.

Ezra is blowing up my phone and I now have it on silent. I go and take a long shower after my cry fest then put on Cody's clothes because they're a lot less big than Ezra's.

He makes popcorn once I'm done and we're soon cuddled up on his couch watching movies.

Cody is a homebody. He's also so different from everyone our age. If the fact that he's friends with my dad doesn't give it away, I don't know what does. He likes movies and reading.

He's the type of guy you'd want to get married to. He's also not bad to look at either.

He's actually really cute. So cute that almost all my friends like him. He knows this but doesn't seem to have a care in the world. I do wonder sometimes if he's even into girls. I've known him all my life and I've never seen him with a girl.

In high school he was that chilled mysterious boy you'd always fantasize about. I've never admitted this but I had a crush on him for like a season back in high school. It was just a phase that I soon got over.

We've remained friends for so many years since, and even though he doesn't always agree with my ways. I know he'll always be there for me. No matter what.