Jet Black Heart\\M.C.

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+Hannah+

"This feels so good," Tannar giggles as she rifles through my closet, helping me pick out an outfit to wear to the guys' first of twenty-five shows. "Being with you and getting ready to go to our guys' concert. Just feels right."

"I agree," I smile from the bed, sitting criss cross with Daniel in my lap. "How are things? I haven't asked yet."

"Much better, actually," she turns around to smile at me before taking out a jean mini skirt. "Hannah! When did you get this?"

"Oh, I've had that forever. It was a gift but I didn't wear skirts."

"You don't mind now though?" She genuinely asks, probably realizing all the skirts she put me in and feeling contrite.

"Yes," I reassure her with a smile, "You made me realize how cute they are."

"And sexy," she smirks, tossing it on the bed next to me. "Now what shirt," she mumbles, tapping her chin as she pads through my shirt options. "Oh my god!" She exclaims, "Yes!"

"What?" I try to see what shirt she grabbed.

She turns around, displaying the Green Day shirt that Mikey gave me the first time I attended a 5 Seconds of Summer concert. I smile wide at her and jump off the bed, running to grab it and lay it out with the skirt.

"You're so getting laid tonight," she chuckles and smacks my ass.

I laugh lightly back before I chew my lip, knowing she is probably right but it makes my stomach tighten with sadness. Mikey as been affectionate to me, always kissing me and continually needing to touch me, but this past week I have been beginning to feel like I am the only one initiating again. He doesn't turn me down like he has in the past, but I don't remember the last time he started the process of removing my clothes.

That could be my fault though. Always jumping to it first because I have wanted him so bad ever since our fight. My heart regrets hurting him so deeply and for the such vile thing I accused him of that my body just aches for him all the time. I feel incredibly obligated to prove to him that I know he loves me and respects my body. So I genuinely tend to be taking his clothes off the moment his lips touch mine, needing to feel his skin on mine and to marry our bodies, minds, and souls.

"How do you want me to do your hair?" She asks as she plays with it. "Its so much longer than I remember."

"I want it up, I think," I tell her and she begins to gather it.

"Like a sophisticated messy bun?"

"Sure," I giggle before we begin to change.

I strip to my undergarments and grab my jeans when I jump from Tannar's hand grazing over my back.

"I"m sorry," she exclaims with her hands up, "I just—" she smiles at me gently as her eyes begin to water, "You don't have any bruises."

She wipes under eye and then turns away from me, emotional and blushing. A sigh leaves her lungs and she follows, changing into her outfit consisting of a short black dress with cheetah print texture in the fabric. Her hands reach up into the skirt as I pull my shirt over my head and she removes her underwear, getting a shocked look from me.

"What, I won't need them," she winks and I roll my eyes. "Oh C'mon. You dont either," she shoves my shoulder and I shake my head.

"I do actually," I snicker and then grab her arm, "Now do my hair."

"Fine," she chuckles and lets me pull her into the bathroom.

She puts my hair up into a loose messy bun with most of my hair line and baby hairs framing my face. Free hairs tickle along my neck and temple but the look comes together when she gives me a thick deep brown smudged liner, accentuating my blue eyes. She flicks the corners to give them a winged appearance then adds a gentle pink tone lipgloss that matches with my lips and then gives me a light brushing of blush and bronzer.