F*ck You (Leighade/Leeade)

20: 14 Again

Lee

It's currently 2am and my love is tucked under me, sleeping soundly with my arms around her. I love the soft feel of her. Her smoothness. Her fragrance. Her sweetness.

I can go on and on about how much I love her... and I'm gonna for a second.

Everything that makes her her, I couldn't be more in love with. Like she's truly a dream.

She's someone I can be a child with. Someone I want a life with, have a few kids with. I really wanna marry her. She's my best friend, my other half, my baby, my wife, my queen, my goddess, my every-fucking-thing.

I was picked on for being a virgin by my father when puberty first hit. He kept telling me when he was 11, he lost it to a 14 year old girl.

I confidently told him I'm saving for a girl I love... then he called me the f-word. I admit, it hurt when he'd do that, but Mum and my sisters admired my choice.

And it's the best choice of my life.

I kiss her again then got close to her ear, speaking as softly as I can. "Happy anniversary, Queen," after I said that she hums then I feel her kiss her name. "Happy anniversary, King," her voice raspy and full of sleep.

"How long where you up?"

"Mm, long enough to feel the first kiss," her left hand comes up to play with the hair on the back of my head. She buries her face in my neck and takes a deep breath. "You smell so fuckin' good," I chuckle lightly, "Thank you, baby. And speaking of first kisses... how'd you feel about ours?"

I suddenly feel shy about it, my face starting to heat up. She moves her head so that I'm looking into her moonlit eyes. "Honestly, I was confused. Maybe a bit angry."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, it's a'right, Lee-Lee. It wasn't a bad kiss," she puts her hand on my recently shaved face. "I wasn't expecting it. Plus, you weren't the nicest to me." I put my hand on hers then kiss her thumb.

"You know I love you right?" I ask rhetorically. "Eh, but I love you more." I shake my head, "Cap. I love you the most." I catch her smile in the moonlight, then she connects our lips beautifully.

It quickly becomes heated and she begins to mount me, never breaking it. I put my hands on her thighs and she moves them to her waist.

"I love you more than words can say," she whispers against my lips.

"Okay, you win this round, Thirlwall," I smile and kiss her lightly. She straddles me then pokes both of my nipples, "Boop." It actually made me giggle, and I swat her hand away. "Stop or I'ma fight you," I joke and she does it again.

I put a hand under my head, "Lucky I don't feel like it, but later, I got you, Jeedy."

"You've proven once again you're a pussy," she says and I lick my lips. Her sassy side is lowkey my favorite side. But when she's angry?

Jesus, I feel like Ariana Grande. Take that how you want it, but I'm sticking with it.

My phone starts ringing on the nightstand and she picks it up for me, squinting from the light. "Lenny? Your brother?" Hearing the name made my heart drop and my throat dry. How the fuck did he get my number? "Do you want me to answer?"