Running in circles(Post Malone Story)COMPLETED

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Austins lips crashed into mine. His hands cupping my face and holding me there firmly. I melted into the kiss, not wanting it to stop. Wanting it to escalate and I wanted him to fuck me again on the table. I wanted his thick hands all over my body. Wanted to reacquaint my body with his. I quickly came to my senses not wanting to be stuck in this game again. He had a girlfriend. Again. And he was still a party animal. I've seen it all over Instagram. That's one of the reasons I left. I shook my head as I backed up a step, holding my hands up to my lips. Like if it could preserve that last kiss forever

"Austin what are you doing? I thought we moved on. I thought you just wanted closure?" I ran my hands through my now tangled hair. I saw him look around, I was assuming to clear his head. RHis eyes darted around my now messy living area. He demeanour changed quickly, from defeated to annoyed very quickly

"This was a bad idea I'm sorry I shouldn't have come here" he stammered avoiding looking me in the eyes. He ran his hands across his now shaven head, dragging the fingers across his scalp nervously. He backed away looking at the ground. All I wanted to do was reach for him. To tell him I didn't want him to leave. To fall at his feet. He looked me straight in the eyes as he turned to leave and my heart skipped a beat. The pain behind his eyes was unbearable, I had done that to him. He jogged off quickly just leaving his faint smell of home lingering behind. I could cry at how much I craved that smell. I just wanted to bury my face in his neck and drown in that smell.

I closed the door slowly and padded back to my bedroom numbly. Not sure what to think or feel. I grabbed my phone and without thinking I called the first person I thought would be my shoulder to cry on.

Less than 30 minutes later there was a tap on my door. I opened it and fell into their arms. Quietly crying on their shoulder. We found our way over to the couch and I curled up in a ball on their knee. I had a habit of this now

"What is he playing at?" Smitty stroked my hair while he thought the situation over in his head. "Does he still love you? He said he didn't"

"He said what?" I sat up rubbing my face

"Well the guys where asking him how he felt about seeing you and he just said that it's finished" I pushed myself off his knee and grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch, wrapping it around myself

" He said he doesn't love me anymore?"  I croaked

"Well I don't know if he said those words now I think about it. Shit sorry Rey, I don't remember. We'd all had a few drinks and a smoke" he winced "Do you still love him?"

I mulled it over in my head whether to tell him or not. Worried what advice he would give me. I shrugged my shoulders and started to cry again "Yes, I never stopped."

"Fuck Rey. Why did you never tell me?" He wrapped his arms around me

"Because I didn't want you to talk me into trying to work it out with him" I mumbled into his chest "It nearly killed me walking away from him but I needed to"

"I don't know what to say, do you want him back?" He stroked my hair absentmindedly

"I don't know. Isn't that just going backwards? Plus he's got a girlfriend Smitty"

"Well you can't just leave it like this. You two need to speak. And you know very well this girlfriend won't last. Like the rest, he's too busy comparing them to you. But he can't just turn up and kiss you then run away?" I lifted my head and pouted

"I ran away" I pointed out

"Because he was a douche. I used to see you at these parties just spaced out at the side of him, not talking to anyone. But it was frowned upon if I tried to talk to you" he started rolling a backwood. "The life was draining from you. I'm glad you did what you did"