Delicate Hearts | Completed

22 || A Promise

make sure you vote and comment! sorry, this chapter is mostly fluff. we'll get to drama soon though. 
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My breath hitches, and for a second, I think I might actually pass out and die. But a horrible feeling overcomes me in an instant. A feeling that I wish stayed in that dark corner of my mind. Guilt tosses and turns in my stomach, and as much as I want to listen to it, I don't care.

I shouldn't do this to Angel. I shouldn't do this to Harley. I shouldn't do this to myself.

But my body doesn't stop. My body craves touch. A touch that will burn away his touch. Angel's touch. Harley's touch. I feel such a strong pull to such a touch that I can fly straight toward the sun, and I wouldn't care. I lean in, placing a hand on his chest.

I am in love with the warmth radiating off him. "Let's find out," I murmur, looking up into his cozy chocolate eyes. Guilt twists in my stomach again, but nothing compares to the need I feel for a touch that will let all the bad memories fade away.

I feel the uneven, fast beating of his heart under my hand. I grab his hand and place it on my chest. He smiles softly, feeling my heartbeat going erratic and crazy.

There was something gentle about being with Angel. Something I can't explain, but it was there. That gentle feeling. It has engulfed me whole and is cradling me in its warmth. I want to be cradled by it forever.

I take his hand and lead him up the stairs into my bedroom. When I open the door, his eyes go directly to the bloody tissues scattered over the floor. This is the second time today! Way to go, Madison. "Ignore that," I try. "I had a nasty nosebleed this morning."

"Shit, are you okay? Do you get nosebleeds often?" He suddenly switches the mood from seductive to concerned. Bruh.

"Not really. Must be something I ate." Geez, for someone who is applying to Harvard, you sure are stupid. Luckily for me, Angel isn't big on academics. Especially with his career in modeling. He has his life set for him.

"Are you good now?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

On second thought, it might be best for me not to undress in front of anyone until my burns heal. I tackle Angel into a kiss anyway and push him towards my bed until we both come crashing down onto my soft mattress. I love kissing him. My mind wanders to all the other things he might be good at if he's this good at kissing.

But of course, as the universe wants it, there's a soft knock on my bedroom door. Then it opens on its own will, and my brother stands behind it. I immediately roll off of Angel and sit up straight, glaring at Aaron.

Angel's eyes go dark as well.

Mental note: Lock doors next time you make out.

"Uh... I forgot what I needed," Aaron confesses. Oh, how I itch to throw Aaron over the railing right now. "Oh, wait, yeah, I just wanted to ask Angel something. It's kind of awkward, though."

"Please, ask," Angel forces out.

Aaron glances at me and then back at Angel. "Do you have condoms?"

I double over in shock while Angel chokes on air. "Aaron!" I scold.

"What? Would you rather me be unsafe?" He crosses his arms, and I roll my eyes. "And clearly, you're not one to talk." He turns his attention back to Angel.

"Sorry, kid. I don't have any," He shrugs.

"Damn," Aaron sighs and walks off. I stand up and close the door, locking it this time.

"Sorry... He's like that sometimes," I apologize to Angel, cringing internally.

"Yeah... I can tell," He deadpans before breaking into an amused grin. His smile spreads to me before we both start laughing. It's contagious laughter that fills the entire room in its mellow comfort. I walk back over to the bed, mid-laughter, and collapse onto it, wiping a stray tear from my eye.

I don't know what was so funny, but when Angel started to laugh, I just had to join until something that wasn't funny at all became the most hilarious thing ever. "Okay, okay, that's enough," I grin.

"Yeah," He breathes, a grin still plastered on his face.

"Do you really not carry condoms?"

"No, I do. They're in my car, though. Too far to go get," He shrugs. I nod approvingly before a yawn attacks me out of nowhere. "Oh, sorry. I'll leave. You should sleep."

"No, it's fine. It's late out anyway. Wouldn't you rather sleep here?" Damn, I'm bold.

"I don't really sleep much, don't worry. I'll head home and do some homework or something."

"Oh..." I frown. Why doesn't he sleep? "Okay, drive safe. I'll see you out." He nods and stands up, taking his jacket off my bed and heading out of my bedroom. We walk in silence, trying to ignore the loud conversations coming from Aaron's bedroom. When we reach the door, I don't step near it, trying to avoid the cold wind.

"Bye," I smile.

"Bye. Think about coming back to school... I'd love to see you back."

"I will." I don't know if I just lied to Angel or if I'm actually going to consider it. But there's a heavy promise in my words, which scares me.

Will I actually go back to school? 

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a/n: i hate when it's just dialogue. ugh, i need more drama. time to brew up the worst possible shit ever. brb ;) anyway, yeah, it's thanksgiving break and I'm just lowkey a little annoyed and tired and on edge. 

also, I'm gonna finish reading it ends with us bc it's like super popular or whatever. can't wait to get my heart broken! 

anyway, what did you think of this chapter? kinda super annoyingly fluffy, i know. sorryyy. 

anywayyy, thanks sm for reading! i love you all smm!!!