nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a
- love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness.
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"Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me.
"Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?"
I slowly...
(This is the longest chapter that I've ever written. It's 12,000+ words! Normally they're no longer than 5-6000) (Also, tw:self harm)
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Ashers POV: "Hey!" I heard a voice shout in my ear, making me flinch and roll over.
I wanna fucking sleep.
"Asherrrr!" The voice then called out as they slapped my face multiple times.
That was a girls voice... Celeste?
I moved my face and groaned as I opened my eyes to see some girl with short blonde hair in a skimpy outfit before me.
Definitely not Celeste...
"Great, you're awake! My parents are gonna be back soon, so you need to leave... but we can see each other again this weekend..."
Confused, I sat up then looked around to see I was lying in the middle of the floor of a ridiculously pink bedroom.
And I was also naked. Great.
"Why am I here?" I muttered to myself as I scratched my aching head.
I feel like I've been hit by a bus...
"Are you serious?" She scoffed then began to laugh. "Of course, this is Asher fucking Deville... well, we had mind blowing sex, then you were gonna leave, but before you made it out the door, you passed out."
Right.... that sounds like me.
"I tried waking you up and dragging you over to the bed, but you're just too heavy... it must be your arms... or your abs."
"Mhm..." I nodded, not really listening as I slowly stood up.
Looking around the room, I saw my clothes scattered all over the floor, then walked over to collect them and put them on.
"Can you even remember last night?" She asked judgementally.
Fuck no, that's the whole point.
I ignored her as I finished putting my clothes on, then looked around her room for a bin.
"Where's your bin?" I asked.
She scoffed then pointed over to a little bin beside her bed. I went over to it, looked in it then sighed in relief as I saw some used condoms.
That's one thing I can guarantee when I'm out of it... I'll always wear a rubber... unless it's Celeste...
I got my phone out of my pocket, then turned it on to check if Celeste had rang or messaged me. Of course she didn't, and I know she wouldn't, but I still couldn't stop myself...
Her fucking piece of shit father sent her to Spain. Spain, of all places! As if America wasn't big enough, he just had to send her off to Europe.
