Disparity // clifford

white

A/N: i guess this has slightly mature themes (sexual, drugs etc) so yadda yadda yadda don't do drugs or have sex 'cause you'll die and all that jazz

don't say i didn't warn yaaa

/hanna/

the colour of his skin, pale and perfect, and the powder in a bag hidden in the bathroom.

i loved kissing his skin. it was so warm and soft and smooth. i loved running my fingers over his bare chest while my lips are on his neck, kissing, sucking. nothing could ever beat the feeling of pressing myself against his naked body, while he holds me firmly yet somehow gently at the same time. i lived for the strangled groans he made when we were being intimate. i yearned for the way his hands roamed over my body, touching me sweetly and being demanding, all at once. i ached for the way he groaned and moaned my name as our bodies were coated with sweat. 

but at that moment, when i found the bag, i was distraught. i was pissed off. i was disappointed. and i knew exactly who was to fucking blame.

calum fucking hood.

he's the one who got mikey addicted 2 years ago and just as he's finally getting better, calum comes back and fucks up everything.

i compose myself, and slip the bag into my back pocket, knowing just how to break the news to him that i know.

i walk downstairs with a small smile on my face, and when mikey hears me coming downstairs, he perks up immediately. 

"everything ok?" he asks apprehensively.

"everything's great baby." i grinned as i walked over to kiss him gently. he smiled under my lips before turning in his seat and circling his arms around my waist. he opened his legs so he could pull me as close as possible. his hands started to wander, and once they reached my butt, i knew they would find his incriminating evidence.

soon enough, he stopped kissing me and unwound his arms from around me, the bag in his hand.

he looked up at me with a guilty expression, and i knew my assumptions were correct.

"how could you? after everything that happened last time?!" i spit, and snatch the bag from his hands before storming into the kitchen. i pour the powder down the sink, using the tap to wash it all down.

a tear escaped my eye and i angrily wiped it away, frustrated with myself, but mainly mikey. 

i walked quickly across the living room, not giving michael a second glance. i slide on some flats, pull on a coat and grab my car keys and handbag before opening the front door.

"hanna, please, don't leave me. let me explain.." he cried, tears streaming down his face.

"go fuck yourself." i hissed, and left, slamming the door behind me.

i ran to my car and once i'm in it, i breakdown. with tears in my eyes, i slide the key into the ignition.

i knew exactly where i needed to go.

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ooooh, where's she gonna go? to see calum? or someone else entirely? who knows ;)