Make me yours

Chapter 16

Hey guys, 

I hope you are ok, drinking enough water and sleeping enough. Here is another chapter. 

It has the biggest and most detailed sex scene that I have ever written. I am going directly to hell LMAO. Hope you like it. 

Love you all <33

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My phone is buzzing incessantly next to me on my bed. It's been doing that for the last fifteen minutes or so. I don't even remember why I put a fucking alarm for today. My head hurts like hell, and I know that everything would be too light the moment I open my eyes, so I keep them close. 

I try to remember the last night making all the broken memories fit on my hangover mind.

*This part is in Italics because it is a memory from last night*

I remember fucking Oliver and I remember how good it felt. I remember all the thoughts on my mind going away the minute his soft lips touched mine. Well, except when I saw him. 

James, he looked so fucking real. And I heard him, I heard his voice telling me things I didn't want to hear. That was what made me go talk to Erica and that was what made me promise myself that I wouldn't sofer no longer. 

I remember vomiting in the fancy bathroom and I remember some boy holding my hair. After that I ran to Mattheo, find him still talking to that blonde girl and even drunker than when I left him. 

We went to James' house even if Mattheo told me that it was not a good idea. He followed me so he could stop me from getting in trouble, as if. 

"Did plenty of talk this night, yeah?" I ask looking at him. 

"She was quite interesting. I was learning how politics are in Russia." He is clearly drunk and I like it. Because I like the carefree way he talks and how readable he becomes. 

We are walking in the middle of the street my shoes on my hand and his blazer on my shoulders because of the cold wind that hunts the nights in London. He is still perfectly arranged, his shirt not even a little rumpled. 

"Don't you already know how it works?" 

He guffaws loudly. "Indeed. I just liked the way she gave her opinion on the subject tho."

"Mattheo, don't lie to me."

"I am not." 

"Were you trying to fuck her?" I look at him, it is my time to look like he is my reality show, my daily dose of drama.

"Do you think my way of getting into a girl's pants is by talking about Russian politics?"

"I don't know. You are quite weird sometimes." I laugh but he doesn't. 

"Livian, if I wanted her, I would get her on her knees begging for me. I just didn't feel like it, today. It wouldn't be fair for her since my mind is somewhere else." The naturalness with whose he says that makes me stop walking and look at him. He stops as soon as he sees that I did it too. 

"Where is your mind?" He thinks for a bit as if wondering if I was important enough to know what is on his mind. And after a few seconds, he seems to archive a conclusion that no, I am not worth the effort of putting words outside his mouth. 

"We arrived." He says instead. 

I look around to that huge house of James'. I remember coming here often, I remember what we did and all we talked about. After all, how can I forget someone who gave me so much to remember?