Because it was Love.

I Want You

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

-Tom Robbins

~Awya POV~

"Oh shit...what now?", I whispered.

Through my window I saw a much disoriented Lohan stumble out of the driver's seat of his car. He made his way around the car and leaned against the bonnet for support. And then with a lot of searching, he pulled out his phone from his pocket. I had a very good idea as to who he would call and as if on cue my phone started to ring. He was calling me with his now drunken state wavering and stumbling trying very hard to stand while looking at my window as if he could telepathically ask me to come down. But wait how the hell did he get my number? A question I should definitely ask him when he is sober. I walked over to my bed ignoring my confused state and picked up my phone.

"Hello...", I hesitantly answered.

"Finally! I thought you'll never answer!", slurred Lohan.

"You're drunk", I boldly stated.

"Yeah! Thank you captain obvious!", He mocked me.

"Hmph. What do you want Lohan?", I snapped.

"Well I sure didn't drive all the way here just to stare at your front door!", He exclaimed.

"You can take your sarcasm and yourself to hell, asshole!", I snarled and ended the call.

I was furious with him being rude to me, when he's the reason I can't sleep for God's sake! I turned around and stomped to my bed and lay down. My phone lighted and I lifted it up to my face and saw I had received a message. When I saw it was from an unknown number, I ignored it as I wasn't in a mood to text a stranger. But a second text urged me open up the message and saw it was Lohan who had texted me.

Again let me quote..."How the hell did he find my number?!", I spoke to the empty room.

Unknown: Dont sang upon me! I wanna talk Aw. Come dowe NOw

Unknown: You heather come down or I'll bang yawn front doo. Your choice

I would've laughed at his drunken texts if it wasn't for my anger towards him. He was too drunk, that he couldn't even type properly. I didn't want him to make a scene at my front lawn at 3am in the morning and wake up my parents, that's if my dad was even there, mum was any way out of country for a couple of days on one of her tours of course and my nosy neighbors. So I put on a sweater and sneaked downstairs to the front door swiftly. Once I was out the front door I ran up to Lohan with a scowl. He was too busy trying to stand straight that he didn't notice me in front of him.

Damn...he looks hot even when he's drunk...

I mentally slapped my subconscious for thinking that. I shook my head to clear my wild thoughts and cleared my throat to notify him my presence. He was momentarily startled at the noise and whipped behind him so fast that he stumbled back. On instinct I caught him and steadied him and in a second just like that, I was in his embrace.

His face was inches away from my face as his ink black eyes stared intensely into my pale blue ones. And slowly his gaze traveled down to my lips and, as if I was hypnotized I followed his action and stared at his lips. They looked luscious and they were very tempting. And then the next thing he did completely left me breathless. He slowly slipped his tongue out and licked his bottom lip and bit down on it. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine and goose bumps rose on my skin.