Sorry, I Don't Date Singers.

My favorite addiction

Mimi POV:

A/N: This is the same chapter as the last, just in Mimi's POV.

The morning light that was shinning through the crack of the blinds hit my eyelids, waking me up. I shifted in bed slightly as I opened my eyes. I was confused as to where I was at first, I didn't recognize my surroundings. Then it hit me, all of it. Last night, Adam, Justin. Everything.

Instantly I felt guilt for sleeping with Adam. I knew I shouldn't, Justin didn't even give me the time of day to explain anything to me. He just broke my heart, not even face to face, and then refused to see me. It's not like I cheated on him, I'd never do that. I couldn't. I still loved Justin.

But the feelings I had for Adam.. were they lust? Love? Results of my heartbreak from Justin? Why was this all so confusing. Is it even possible to love two people at once? None of this was making sense. The more I think about it the more I just want to lay here and pretend to be asleep so I wont have to wake up and face my responsibilities. I don't remember signing the papers to be an adult.

"Morning, beautiful." Adam's voice mumbled against my skin, shivers went down my spine.

A small smile graced my lips and I opened my eyes. Before I could respond though, my eyes drifted to Adam's desk. Mainly to a picture that sat on it in a nice frame. I squinted my eyes at to, to make sure to I was seeing it correctly.

There was no mistaking it, it was exactly what I should have expected. It was Adam, smiling a gorgeous smile at the camera. A girl sat on his lap, leaning her back on his chest with his arm wrapped comfortably around her. Her lips were pressed to his cheek in an obvious more than friendly manner. I had never seen that girl before, I knew almost all of Adam's friends. No, she was more than a friend.

She was the person Adam cheated on. With me.

The thought made me shoot up in his bed, I put my hands over my face and groaned. How could I be so stupid? Of course he would have moved on from me. This is what singers do, this is why I never wanted Adam.

"Oh, fuck." I mumbled.

A hand was on my shoulder, Adam's. I tried to ignore it.

"What? Are you okay?" He asked me, worry clear in his voice.

I shot out of the bed. I really didn't want to be close to him right now, or to receive his touch. I hated hearing him act like he really gave a damn.

He followed my actions and stepped out of the bed as well. I hated myself for giving his naked body a quick once over. Hot and a jerk, figures.

"Hello? Mimi? What are you talking about?" He asked me, waving a hand in front of my face.

"It was a mistake." I mumbled, not looking at him.

He stepped closer to me, "Hey, hey it's okay Love."

I shook my head in disgust. "No, this is far from okay! I slept with you!"

"Well look on the bright side! You can say you've slept with Adam Levine, sexiest man alive. Most girls would kill to say that!" Even though he looked like he regretted those words, it didn't make me any less pissed.

What kind of self righteous prick said that? I wondered to myself as I clenched my jaw, tightened my fists, and glared at Adam.

"Okay, that was so dumb. Please forget I said that!" He stepped closer to me. "Let me just take you on a real date. Please?"

While he spoke I ignored him. I went around the room and gathered my clothes that one of us had strewn around the room from the night before. I was cursing myself in my head the whole time. I didn't do this, it wasn't me. Look what happened the one time I did, this shit. Sounds about right. I stopped with my clothes in hand, turning to face him. I looked up at him, internally angry that he was taller than me.

A small smirk took over my lips as I saw him visibly swallow. He was afraid of me. Taller or not, he knew I was a forced to be reckoned with. Smart man. 

I knew what I had planned to say next. I knew it would hurt him, even if I acted like I was about to enjoy it for some sick reason. I knew I was going to hate myself for hurting him later, but I was too numb to care right now.

"Sorry, I don't date singers."

With those five words I turned on my heel and walked out the door, leaving a gawking Adam behind me. I didn't get very far before I felt his hand on my arm, gripping me tight and pushing me against the wall behind me. I didn't get a chance to protest before his lips found mine roughly.

I let my guard down for a split second, getting lost in those soft lips. He had an affect on me, weather I wanted to admit it or not. I shoved him off after that split second though, rage filling me.

"What's wrong with you!?" He shouted.

His expression was confused, but pissed.

"Me? You just shoved me against a wall after I walked away from you!" I growled back.

"Exactly! How can you do that to me? Play with me like that."

"I told you I would hurt you, Adam. Don't throw that at me." I threw at him, still feeling guilt despite the truth to my words.

He stared at me for a moment before his expression changed.

"You're afraid." He said more to himself than me.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"You're afraid because you love me too, and you don't know what to do. You love Justin, but he's safe. I'm a chance and you're not used to taking chances with your heart. With your career? For sure. With you vulnerable heart? Hell no."

I stared at him in shock, really not knowing if he was right or wrong. Adam  didn't know me more than I knew myself.. right?

"I love Justin, I can't do this." I said softly, still questioning my previous thought.

"If you had really loved him, you wouldn't have touched me last night." He spoke softer now.

"It was the break up, I needed to feel something." That was true, but was it the only reason?

"Maybe that's true. But you can't tell me you wont regret walking out that door."

"Doesn't mean I won't do it." I said softly but with conviction.

"I'll always want you and I'll always fight for you." He whispered, his hand finding my cheek.

"You deserve better." I told him and turned away as I saw a tear leak out of his eye, I couldn't see his eyes that way.

I didn't want to remember the pain in them I wanted to remember all the happiness we brought each other, not this. Not the broken man before me right now.

I turned away from and walked out the door. As I stepped away from him, I wondered how many more times I could walk away from him before I broke.

Unedited, sorry for any mistakes! Anyway, are any of you into Sons of Anarchy? I'm starting a fanfic on my profile and I would really appreciate it if you checked it out! Thanks guys! You're the best :)