The Space Between Us | L.S

Another One

"I told Jonas." I said simply. The giddiness I felt waiting for him on my front stoop, quickly evaporated as I saw his car pull around the corner. Now we had been driving for four minutes and the car was static with silence. The only sound slipping through the car was the hum of the wheels on the well-loved road and the radio that was softly playing an Oasis song. 

"That's good. I'm glad you did." He replied but I could tell he was holding onto another thought.

"What?" I probed, eyeing his side profile.

"Nothing." He shrugged but I noticed how his hand tightened around the wheel.

"What?" I asked with more emphasis this time, tilting my head and narrowing my eyes. Essentially looking as scary as one of those white fluffy dogs that always have eye boogers.

"Nothing...just...what are his thoughts on you still talking to him?"

I let out a groan, letting my head gently press against the headrest. "I'm not talking to him."

"No; but you haven't told him to go fuck himself or called the authorities like I strongly believe ya' should." His hand was now white knuckled along his leather wheel.

"I'm not going to continue being scolded about this." I rolled my eyes. Jonas didn't say anything because I hadn't brought it up. Truth is, I didn't ask because I knew Jonas would be team Louis on this one. 

"I'm not scolding you. I'm telling you what I think is best. You only feel defensive because deep down ya' know 'm right." He did have a point there. If any of my friends had told me what had happened to me had happened to them, I would be telling them the exact same thing."

 I rolled my eyes up, staring at the sunroof that was itched into the car's roof. I tried to count the moving stars that adorned the night sky as we whizzed throughout the streets. Why the fuck hadn't I told Morgan off? Why I had I not blocked his number? Instead torturing myself with reading every text and missed call that I see on my lock screen. He probably doesn't even realize what he did was wrong? Did he? Did this time alone with his thoughts wondering why I wasn't responding to him, leaving him reflecting on that night? Was he calculating every wrong move and micro analyzing the scene like I've been doing for the past few days? I felt a wave of nausea wash through me as I started to think about the fact that he might not know what he did was wrong, or worse – not care.

"You're right." I said softly. "I'll text him right now." I pulled out my phone and without another thought brought up his message board. My eyes narrowing in on the last message he sent me.

Party at Dan's tonight? You want to go together?

The nervousness I once felt was no longer there and I was left with a piercing anger.

I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Please do not text/call/talk to me ever again. You are not a good person and I do not want to be associated with you.

I typed out rapidly, letting my emotions control my thumbs. I sent the message and went up to his information and pushed 'block this caller'.

There.

Now I could be free of him.

"Proud of you." Louis said, glancing over to me shoving my phone back into my bag.  

"Pull over." I commanded softly but he obliged immediately; swerving the car gently to the side and putting it into park. We were in a residential area, the street adorned with brick townhouses pinched together as far as I could see. I looked around swiftly, surveilling the streets for any life. But the street lights only bounced off emptiness. 

Before he could even open his mouth, I was sliding my body over the consul and squeezing myself between him and the steering wheel.  One wrong move, and my butt would be hitting the horn — alerting the dead street of our shenanigans. 

"Is there something you would like?" He spoke softly, his left hand trailing up to scoop my lower back. His right hand barely moved as his fingers lifted up to squeeze my trouser-clad thighs. I didn't say anything, I didn't have the words to explain what I wanted. 

What did I want?

Well, I wanted him that was quite clear. I stared at him, searching his eyes for something that would guide my next move. His blue eyes didn't blink as they looked slightly up towards me. It was like he was doing the same thing; both of us not wanting to make the first move. Our situation too delicate, to make the wrong choice. 

"What do you want Wendy?" He finally asked, his left hand applying pressure to my back, moving me closer to him. 

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "What do you want?"

"I think you know what I want. The question is, do you?" A smirk graced my lips, and my eyes moved to gesture my sitting position back up to his eyes. Giving him a silent message of 'I think me straddling your lap, answers that one'. 

A smile danced on his pink lips before his hand moved from my back up to his head. Scooping the curve of my scalp into his hand, and pushed my mouth onto his. My hands mirrored his, as I pulled at his neck — wanting everything he could give me. We kissed for a few moments, hungry for one another before I broke us apart. 

"This will be casual. No strings attached." I said sternly, wanting to set ground rules before this continued. 

A coy look inched down his face, ending with a small smirk. "Yeah?" He let out a small chuckle, his eyes narrowing just a bit. 

"Yes, casual or I'm not doing this." I said instantly, and all humour let his face. He nodded after a few moments of thought, his fingers pulling through my hair just a bit. Happy with his answer, my hands dropped from his neck and I began pulling at the hem of my sweatshirt. Before he could protest, I raised myself from my knees a bit to pull the cotton over my head but I leaned back a bit too far and my body pushed up against the horn, announcing our naughty interaction. 

I pulled my sweatshirt down immediately, both of us wide-eyed but the sudden intrusion of noise. A dog starting barking in the distance and a balcony lights from one of the brick flats turned on. 

"As much as I love you like this. Let's go somewhere more private." Pinching my butt gently, I practically flung myself back into my seat.