#i’m kinda embarrassed this is my first attempt to write something 🫣

[averyiconthequeen]

averyjameson: safe place

Might throw my phone away and go into hiding after posting this.

Jameson took a deep breath and closed his eyes. In this moment, everything felt too good, too peaceful.

There's a whole ocean in front of him, and a small house nearby that used to belong to his grandfather. He'd only been here once, when he was 10. Zara had brought him and his brothers here for a couple days to take their minds off the fact that Skye was gone again.

She did her best and he remembered the place as an island of serenity. He would always remember those couple of days on the beach with blankets, homemade lemonade, and stories around the campfire shared by his aunt.

No expectations, no competition. Just him, his brothers, and his aunt, whom he wished he appreciated much more.

Opening his eyes, Jameson looked at the sight in front of him. This place was breathtaking. The vast sea with its shimmering waves, the white sand that looked just like snow, light breeze gently caressing his face— all this atmosphere made it the perfect place for solitude.

But Jameson didn't want to be here alone. All he truly wanted was to share this place with someone who effortlessly takes his breath away every moment of his existence.

That someone was right beside him and he could swear that was all he'd ever needed. With her back leaning against his torso, Avery sat between his legs and watched the sunrise. Red-pink sky left beautiful hues on the water, and she just couldn't take her eyes off of it.

But the most beautiful view for him was her.

They have been here for a few days now and it was Jameson's idea to get away from everything and everyone for at least a couple days.

It's funny, because Jameson Winchester Hawthorne never runs from anything. But Avery hadn't been herself these past few weeks, and nothing was more important to him than getting this beautiful and sincere smile on her face again.

The final straw was when he found her in their room curled up in a bed and silently crying.

“Heiress, talk to me,” he lay down next to her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Come on, baby, Tahiti.”

“It’s all just too much,” was all she said, letting him wrap his arms around her waist.

The truth is that even when you try to ignore comments on the internet, you will still pay attention to them. People won't shut up, they’ll keep pushing and making nasty comments about everything. Of course, they’ll do it after reposting a hundred of quotes on their pages about how the world is cruel and unfair and people need to be kinder to each other. They are hypocrites and like to hurt others and who knows their ugly reasons.

Of course, Avery could get used to it, but what the fuck? Why?

“She’s so phony, how do the Hawthornes put up with her?”

“Jameson looks like he doesn’t even wanna be here. They’re def faking it.”

“God save this man from this bitch, he doesn’t even love her”

She was getting very upset by these remarks, and Jameson was getting really pissed off by them.

He'd always wondered, how could anyone hate someone like Avery? She's the most generous, caring and precious person he's ever met. These people just have no right to say that shit about her.

Jameson hated seeing her in this state. So, he held her all night, whispering sweet nothings, stroking her hair. He thought about how he would do anything to take away her pain. He just wanted to protect her from it.

That's why they ended up here, why he insisted on taking a break from everything.

When they'd arrived a couple days ago, he'd made it a rule not to use phones, laptops, or anything to do with the Internet. Avery was too emotionally drained to complain, and neither did she want to. By the way, who needs a phone when you have Jameson Hawthorne around? When it came to distractions, this man knew everything and did everything. For Avery, however, it wasn't just a distraction, it was a safe place. Jameson was her safe place.

She leaned her head against his shoulder, watching the sun rise. Avery knew this moment wouldn't have been so special if it hadn't been for the man beside her. And she was grateful for all the moments they shared here.

When your head feels like spinning and it's getting unbearable, this is what you really need.

Peace.

So she was just enjoying and memorizing every second of this moment. The sky, the sound of the waves, the air. His touch.

His fingers traced the mark on her collarbone left the night before, noticing the way her breath hitched at the contact.

“Alright, Heiress?” he asked, and she really wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face. Or maybe she didn’t.

God, she loved him. All he did was make sure she was happy and safe in mind and body. Although there were times when she didn't think of him as a protective boyfriend, she realized that in fact, he was one. And each time he succeeded, for a small amount of time, but he did. For now, she wasn't thinking about those disgusting comments about her and their relationship. All she had on her mind was the beautiful view in front of her and Jameson's kisses.

“I love you,” she smiled, thinking of it all.

“And I love you and this pretty smile of yours.”

They were so right for each other. They both knew it. Today, tomorrow, they’re it for each other. A safe place.