Addicted (Billy Hargrove)

- five -

- Stacy Harrington -

Song: Cum On Feel The Noize by Quiet Riot

I am in my room, stretching on the floor in an attempt to relieve the soreness in my hips. Billy definitely left his mark on me the other night between the hip pain and hickies along my neck, which I had to cover up with concealer this morning. Though I would never admit it to him.

My head turns at the sound of a knock at my window. I get off the floor and walk over to the window, pulling away the blinds and gasping or what, or who, I see on the other side.

"Hey gorgeous" the handsome man says through the glass with a smile.

"Billy" I say, whisper screaming as I begin to open the window. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"You don't seem very pleased." He steps in through the window and then stands up straight in front of me. He dusts off the leaves on his jeans that likely got stuck to him while he was climbing up the roof.

"How did you even get my address?"

"I know some people who know Harrington. You're not saying you don't want me here, are you?"

"No its just-" I run my hand through my hair. "You can't be here."

"Says who? Are you're parents home?"

"No but-"

"Then it should be fine." He starts to walk around my room, glancing at old pictures of me in elementary school. "Cute" he says, point to a picture of when I went to horse-riding camp in the 3rd grade.

I roll my eyes and start to pick up the leaves he so generously left on the floor. "Steve's not going to like that you're here."

"In case you didn't notice yet, I don't care what your brother thinks of me."

I take the leaves I picked up and throw them out the window. The night air seeps into my room, and I pull down the window, closing it so the cold air doesn't mess up this comfortable temperature I have going.

"Well I do, so get out." He turns slightly, looking over his shoulder and raising his eyebrows at me.

"If you really wanted me gone, you wouldn't have closed that window."

Okay. He's got a point. Maybe I did want him to stay.

"That doesn't mean I want Steve to find out, though."

"Then he won't" Billy shrugs as if it was that easy.

"He's literally right down the hall. If we're too loud he will hear us." He turns his whole body to face me from across the room.

"And what are you planning for us to do where we would be too loud?" He says, smirking with amusement.

"You need to bless your mind, Hargrove."

"Trust me, nothing I think-" he pauses "or do- is holy."

Tell me about it.

He walks over to me with a grin on his lips, happy that he got a smile to come across mine.

"But you already know that, don't you gorgeous?"

He stands in front of me, comfortably close and he takes his hand and begins tracing my jawline, bringing his thumb from near my ear to my jaw to my chin and up to my lips that he stares down at. After mapping out his path, he leans down and begins to press gentle kisses to the spots he traces. He goes down my jaw and to my chin before slowly pulling away a short distance. He looks me in the eyes shortly before looking back down at my lips and pressing a soft kiss to them.