a/n: last drabble! :( let me know if there are any drabbles you want me to expand into oneshots!

Reassured

Inspired by these lines from the song: Love Story by Taylor Swift

Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone

I keep waiting for you but you never come

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think…

The morning after graduation, I awoke to the sun streaming in my window. Carly was waiting for my explanation on why I never made it to the party and was home after she was but I didn't quite know what to say because I didn't know myself. I waited so long for what happened last night and it was always Freddie who I'd imagined being with. Yesterday I'd doubted everything and today I was confused about where we went from here. We'd never had the most conventional relationship and I preferred that but Freddie and I needed to talk and sort a few things out…

I found him on his fire escape with a book in his lap, staring off into nothing. I smiled when I saw him, remembering yesterday.

"Hey," I said, knocking on the window. I fell into my all too familiar seat on the window sill as he turned to look at me. His face lit up when he saw me and I looked down, shyly. I was never shy – I hated that he could do that to me.

He moved to sit on the stairs so that we were facing each other. I braced myself and looked up at him as we stared at each other silently for a moment.

"What is this?" I asked in a low tone, not at all sure how to phrase the question. "Where do we go from here?" It was a start to whatever else had to be said. Where do we go after what happened – when we technically weren't in a relationship. I watched his face for a reaction. He still smiled. I wondered when the euphoria of yesterday would wear off…although I didn't ever want it to.

And said, you'll never have to be alone

I love you and that's all I really know…

"Well, I guess we're together – you know after what happened," he answered.

"I guess…" I replied slowly. It wasn't the answer that I was looking for but at least the definition was forming of what we were. We were "together" as vague as that was.

"Listen, Sam, all I know is that I love you and I want to be with you," he said. "I don't care about anyone else and I don't care if we fight every other day…" My heart stopped beating. I loved that he wanted to be with only me even if it was just us fighting but he said "love" and "you" in the same sentence referring to me.

"You love me?" I asked in a small voice. I had to grip onto the edge of the window sill to keep my balance.

"Yeah," he said. Those three words reassured me of my own feelings. Of course I loved him. When I was yelling at him and mocking him, I loved him. Last night I loved him and this morning I still loved him. It just took me this long and his reassurance to be able to admit it. He looked concerned by my lack of reaction. "Are you ok?" he asked. I smiled and nodded.

"Yes I am," I reassured him. Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his willing ones. "I love you too." I assured him.

Freddie smiled and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest. I let my head rest against him and smiled. This was what I had feared for so long, afraid that it would change everything for the worse.

It felt like I should have always been in his arms like this.

Still smiling (and unsure if I would ever not be smiling), I tilted my head to look at him, Freddie Benson, the guy I loved, my…boyfriend.

"You know this means that you'll have to see me all the time now?" I asked, pulling away slightly. "And even when you hate me you still have to love me?" I backed up even more and narrowed my eyes at him, waiting to see if I scared him off. He chuckled and pulled me back to him.

"Is that supposed to be a bad thing?" Freddie asked. "I want to see you all of the time – even more than I already do and I couldn't stop loving you if I tried." I smiled and rested my forehead against his chest.

"Just checking…" I said. He picked up my chin and leaned down to kiss me again. The confusion and anxiety had vanished quickly, replaced by something else – a feeling I was beginning to like.

I wasn't sure how life could get better than this moment but with Freddie it had to…