Do You Love Me?

Conflict

I leant against the door that she had locked as she stood in front of me, arms folded. Her tongue poked her inside cheek as her eyebrow was raised.

"Are you gonna keep staring like a disappointed mum or are you actually going to say something?" I asked, expecting no answer.

She continued to death stare me.

"Alright then." I said as I turned around and began to unlock the door.

As I opened it she slammed it shut and locked it once again.

"Wanda." She started.

I sighed.

"What now?" I asked.

"I don't like how you are with her. How she is with you. I don't like it." She said.

"She's just my friend Natasha, stop being so jealous." I replied.

"Your friend who you kissed and almost fucked." She claimed bitterly.

"Did you forget the part where I told you that didn't happen." I shot back.

She scoffed, "Sorry, must have skipped my mind." She whispered, satire making her sound more jealous than she already was.

"Literally, we were baking. What is the big deal?" I asked, throwing my hands out.

"Baking? More like flirting. You might as well have just fucked because that whole shit show was a sight for sore eyes." She said.

"You sound like a bitch right now." I told her.

"Is that so?" She asked me, approaching me slowly.

She had a switchblade in her hands, opening and closing it as she walked towards me.

"That doesn't scare me, Natasha." I told her.

"Oh I wasn't trying to scare you." She said, eyes wide, blinking slow and seductively.

"No, you're trying to seduce me." I claimed.

"Hmmm." She hummed lightly, setting the blade down on the desk next to me.

I watched her, no clear reaction to her actions. Inside my heart was beating, beating for the breathtaking woman in front of me.

She placed her hand on the back of my neck and kissed me slowly. I remained in my position, not kissing her back, instead letting her do all of the work.

I wouldn't push her away but I wouldn't entertain her behaviour either.

As she pulled away I started to speak, "You think you can kiss me and everything will be okay?"

"No, that's just to show you what you're going to miss." She said as she unlocked the door and beckoned me out of her room.

"What?" I asked.

"Get out, don't come back." She told me firmly.

I exited and walked down the hallway, not looking back.

I heard her door slam shut loudly.

I made my way towards my room and sat on my bed.

Like I said, conflict can be a bitch. I headed outside and got in my car. I set up the gps which would guide me to the location of the nearest club.

Time skip

I got out of my car and made my way inside. Music so loud the floor was vibrating and dust fell off of the ceiling.

I walked over to bar where I ordered shots of whiskey. I obviously don't drink it for the taste.

I took shot after shot after shot. By the end my eyelids were half closed and my conversation barely understandable.

About an hour later I turned up at the tower, making my way towards my room. When I reached it, I saw that the door was ajar.

Someone had been here.

My lack of attentiveness meant I had not thought twice about entering. I walked in where I saw the redhead sat on my bed.

"Where the fuck have you been?" She growled at me.

"No, where the fuck have you been?" I replied drunkenly, my hand shaking as I pointed at her.

"Your slurring your words Y/N. Are you drunk?" She asked stupidly.

"I'm entirely sober." I lied, a big smirk on my face.

"I can't believe you." She said rolling her eyes.

"This is your fault you know, you told me to go. What are you even doing in here? You said not to come back." I told her.

"Not go and get yourself drunk. I mean, did you drive home yourself? You know that's illegal Y/N. You could have been arrested or even killed!" She yelled at me.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you're talking to Natasha. I know for a fact you're not talking to me but since there's no one else here, you must be." I said.

"I'm so done with you Y/N." She said after a moment of thinking.

"Fuck you. Get out." I said lowly.

With that she left my room, tears beginning to fill her eyes, and made her way back to her own.

Time skip

After hours of thinking alone, I had come to the conclusion that me and Natasha were done. That meant I had no reason to stay anymore.

I began to write her a letter, explaining as to why I would leave before I packed my bag full of clothes and made my way out of the building swiftly.

I got in my car and drove to my former home, the flat. When I entered my home, I set my keys down and got in bed. Not to sleep, just to wallow in what was sadness.

At the tower, Natasha had knocked on my room.

Once and then once again.

She figured that I might be asleep so entered the room only to find that I was not there. All my belongings had been cleared, bed stripped of its covers and a single letter remained on the end of it.

She picked it up and braced herself for the pain that would run through this letter.