HIM 🖤 (a Remington Leith fan fiction)

Comfort

I took my boots off at the door and so did he. I turned around to hang my jacket up and didn't know he was behind me, especially so close.

DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT stare at his lips.

I grunted at my thoughts and stared at the tall boy in front of me. His tattooed hands and rings, his dark brown eyes, his perfect hair, his makeup. Daddy. My thoughts whispered.

Considering he was 6 foot tall, I'm staring at him, chest level, looking at his chains from his neck.

Lustful thoughts went through my mind, visions that weren't mine.

He pulled me in for a hug. He patted my back.

"You're tired, you're lost in thought. Since you want to be hard headed, I'll give you choices, okay?" I nodded in agreement. "You can sleep on the couch with what ur wearing OR you can come upstairs and make yourself a little happy home in my room, not necessarily my bed, that's the last thing you want to do, and I'll give you t-shirt to wear to sleep. Now, you wanna play hardcore or you want to warm up to me? I know your thoughts."

Well shit, I was intimidated. I make my way to the couch. "I'll sleep here, but I get a t-shirt." I insisted.

'Not necessarily my bed, that's the last thing you want to do... I know your thoughts'

"No! Option 1 OR option 2 you're not getting in between!" I loved when he was aggressive. I stared at the wall with awards his band has gotten. "Make up your mind Bella." He took his shirt off. I gulped, I think he heard.

"Ha! You think this is for you? I do this whenever I want. If it wasn't frowned upon in public I'd be shirtless everywhere."

We kept trying to match each other's energy and it wasn't working. We had one thing on our minds, lust.

"You remember French from high school, right?"
I smirked. Without turning my head, I say "Oui." He laughed. "Bon à savoir" he smirks and opens his mouth, "un ou deux?"
Grrr. Why now?

"Emerson isn't home, won't be for 2 weeks... sleep in there, smells like weed though."

I needed to collect my mind.

I stared into the blank tv, staring at Remington's reflection as he sprayed whip cream in his mouth and threw the can back in the fridge.

"You're gonna have to choose Remington."
"Excuse me? Why?" He says, mouth full of whip cream.

"Because..." I love him, a lot.
"Why's it such a hard choice? Whichever option you choose there becomes more options within." He stood there.

"You bitch. I should leave." I aggressively get up with no hesitation.

"You're house is a 30 fucking minute walk, no, not at 1am, you'll get hurt." He wants to block the door.

"So youre worried about me?" I growled. He blushed. HA! I GOT HIM!

"My room then, you're gonna be that way." He runs up and tickles me and throws me over his shoulder.

"PUT ME DOWN! PLEASE!" I was begging.
"Why'd you say my name in your sleep earlier? Nasty girl." He threw me on his bed. Before I could answer he replies with "Off. Now." I stood up and leaned against the wall beneath his mounted tv.

Blankets everywhere. A piano on the opposite side of the room. A bathroom on the left. And clothes everywhere.

I got out my phone, of course there was nothing there. I put it in my bag and turned it off. He threw a t-shirt at me to put on.

"Go in the bathroom, I don't wanna see you."
I hesitated but he was serious. I shut the door and lock it. I peek through the crack to see him undressing.
Damn he was gorgeous.

I slowly watch him put boxers in with nothing else and take off all but one necklace. I started taking off everything and stared at myself. I took my hair out of the ponytail and used his hair brush to brush it out. I liked when my hair was fluffed like this, a blonde swirl. I get giggly and smell the shirt.

Woah. How'd he successfully cologne the fuck of this shirt and not get it too strong. Underneath the cologne was fresh laundry smell and what I call the "comfort" scent. I wonder if his bed smelt like this. I take my dirty clothes in my hands and walk out.

He's staring out part of the window. I try to be as quiet as possible but it's hard in a dead silent room. I go behind him to hug him.

"I'm confused Bella, why 'hate' me then do the things you do." I sunk myself deeper in his back. He grabbed my hand and turned around. He rubbed off my leftover makeup with his thumb. "You're so sleepy." He picked me up and laid me down in his bed.

"Think about this before you go to sleep; think about us and what it means to you." He turned off his lamp and curled to the opposite side of the bed.