The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

Ever since that lunch we had with our parents, their words have been playing in my mind on repeat. I cannot seem to get whatever they said out of my head. How can I do that? All four of them basically agreed that they saw it coming. They expected Silas and me to

eventually fall in love with each other. My parents had a freaking bet on it!

At first, I wanted to talk to Silas about that. I wanted to know what he thought about the whole thing, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was and still am afraid of what he may say. What if he told me what they said if true and he had been in love with me for a long time? How would I take it? What if he told me that what they said was not true and they were just imagining things? The mere thought in my head seems hurtful. I'm not even sure which option is worse.

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Am I in denial? Have I always had feelings for Silas, and I wasn't even aware of them? How could that be possible? How could one have feelings for a person without knowing? This all seems absurd to me.

I'm not even S**s's type. Well, I don't exactly know what his type is, but I think that if Silas wants to date, he won't go for someone like me. I'm quiet and usually like to keep to myself, while he likes meeting new people and trying new things.

I'm the girl I whom he used to pull her hair just to irritate her for Heaven's sake. No way can I ever be the one he wants. My mind takes me to what Mum said about reading many enemies to lovers books and I shake my head. Novels cannot be true. I know that in the books, football players end up falling for the completely opposite girl, but when I think about it, Silas and I aren't completely different.

We have a lot in common. We like eating the same food, we love comedy movies and we're from the same social circle. We both like to attend good parties from time to time, but we're not party animals. We're both hard workers and determined. I can easily write a long list of all the things we share. I take a deep breath, trying to push away all of these thoughts from my head. I have this paper I need to write, but my mind is elsewhere. Whenever I try to focus on what I need to write, Silas takes over my thoughts. With a lot of with of difficulty, I manage to write two paragraphs. When I'm about to start the third one, my phone rings. T

It's quite strange for Naomi to call me.

"Hello Naomi, how are you?" I say, putting the phone on speaker

"Hey, honey. I'm all

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I hope you're okay too," she tells me. "Listen, can you do me a favor?" t hesitation.

"I don't think Silas is okay, so I was wondering if you could check on him," she says and my heart drops. What does she mean by he's not okay? What's wrong with him?

Today is is Wednesday and we usually don't see each other on Wednesdays because of our schedule. He is supposed to be at practice now.

"Isn't he at practice?" I I ask, already getting up from my place.

"No.

No, he's home." Now this is worrying because Silas isn't really the one to ski**

"I'm going to check on him now and let you know," I assure her and hang up.

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I take my keys and his apartment key before leaving my apartment. Each of us gave the other a key to the other's apartment in case of an emergency It takes me less than a minute to reach his door. the doorbell twice and worry ignites in my body when he doesn't open it. I open his door with the key and walk inside trying to prevent my mind from expecting the worst. le

The place is very quiet and almost dark. The only sources of light are the windows and the light of his hallway. "Silas, are you here?" I ask, walking inside and closing the door beside me. 8 95%NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

My frown deepens when I'm met with silence. His living room is empty, so maybe he's in his bedroom. I make my way to his bedroom and my heart S**ps a beat when I see him. I don't need to turn on the lights to see him. He's sprawled on the bed and I'm not sure if he is sleeping or unconscious.

"Silas, can you hear me?" I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. I gently shake him and all I earn is a grown. "Silas, what's going on? Are you all right?"

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mum called me and asked me to check on you," I explain. He heavily coughs and tries to sit up, but I shake my head. "Stay here. I'm going to make you some soup while you rest. I'm also going to run to the pharmacy first to get you some medicine." don't have to do do that," he says between coughs. Does he really think that I'm going to leave him like that?

"I'm not going to leave you like that, Silas," ilas," I say. "Stay here. I'm not going to take long." He sighs and nods, letting his body fall back into a sleeping position.

I pull the duvet over his body and exit the room. I go to my apartment first to take some money with me and quickly change my clothes. I also make sure to call Naomi because I know how worried she is. It takes me a while to convince her not to come and luckily, she agrees. I go to the pharmacy and get him everything I believe can help.

Before going back to his

to his apartment, I go to mine first and take everything I will need to make the chicken soup. I'm not sure if he has anything in his fridge, but I'm not taking any chances.

I head to his kitchen the moment I walk inside his place and quickly. I end up making the chicken soup from scratch because I didn't plan on making him something canned. After finishing, I set the food on the coffee table and walk to his bedroom to wake up him. "Silas, I know you're tired, but I need you to get out of bed, okay," I say as I gently play with his hair. He shifts in his sleep before opening his eyes. "Do you think you can get up?" I ask.

He nods and removes the duvet. I move away, giving him the chance to get out of bed. He sits on the bed for a moment, and I reach for his hands.

"I think you're thrice my size, but let me try to help you stand up, I say with a smile, making him chuckle, but soon, his chuckle turns into a coughing fit. "You're breaking my heart," I mumble as I rub circles around his back. I have known Silas for years, but this is my first time seeing hims sick. "I'm s sorry." He sighed as he stood up.

What is he exactly apologizing for? There's nothing he should apologize for. "I'm surely hoping that you're not saying sorry because you're sick."

"I don't like bothering you," he tells me as we both walk to the living room. He sits on the couch and eyes the soup with a smile. What's so special about my soup? It's a simple recipe. Ever since I was young. Mum would always make me soup whenever I would get sick. It usually helps with my sore throat, and it doesn't take a genius to realize that he has a sore throat

"Please finish the whole bowl, yeah? It's going to help with your throat, I tell him as I pick the bowl up and hand it to him.

"You're exploiting how I cannot say no to you, right?" He smirks and I give him a mischievous smile. "Aren't you going to cal too? I don't want to eat alone," he tells me le

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"I'm going to get myself a bowl." I head to the kitchen and serve myself, then go back to the couch. I know I'm not going to get back to my apartment anytime soon because I'm not going to leave him on his own while he's that sick, so I make myself comfortable beside him. After a little while, Silas finally finishes his bowl. I hand him the glass of water and give him the pills he's supposed to take. "If you want to go back to sleep, you don't need to worry about me. I'm staying here for the night." "You're staying?" He seems surprised.

"Do you actually think I'm going to leave you on your own?" I question him.

"You probably have a lot on your plate, Rosie. I don't want to be another burden you feel obliged to shoulder." I'm not sure why he thinks like that, but taking care of him isn't a burden to me. It's something I want to do. I can't bring myself to leave him on his own. It doesn't feel right at all. I know that if I leave, I'm going to keep thinking about him. "You're not a burden, you idiot. I want to take care of you." And I don't know why I want to do that and luckily, he doesn't ask.

"I don't want to stay in bed anymore. I have been in bed since yesterday," he mutters, rubbing his face. "I think I'm going to take a shower. Maybe it will freshen me up."

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He gets up-from his place and I watch as he disappears in the hallway. I open his Netflix account and choose something to watch. Somehow, spending the night here doesn't bother me. However, what I cannot stop thinking about is the type relationship I have with Silas.