So Keep In Happiness And Torture Me

I'll Say It's All For You

My eyelids closed as I buried my head inside the exposed olive skin that was Vic's chest.  He was running his hand teasingly down my flesh as his lips worked their way up; up my neck and up my jawline, until they reached my own lips and sprinkled them with fairydust.  I could feel his silky, dark hairs dancing against my cheek. My heart raced as I pressed him closer to me, he pulled me backwards and I was dancing, I was flying...

I was dreaming.  The cold, British air that hit my face served as a harsh reminder that I was back in reality now, but I refused to open my eyes and tried instead to pretend a little longer that what had happened in my dream was real.  That this bed was a place where magic happened and the person lying next to me was the man that I was so deeply in love with.  I could feel the heavy breathing beside me and tried to convince myself that it was the breath of Victor Fuentes.  No use.  When he slept his breathing was soft and he twisted in his sleep continually; I'd often laid awake when we'd shared a tour bus and listened to him while he dreamed, tears running down my face. Was that a tear welling in my eye now?  I scrunched it away and wrapped my body around the man who was lying next to me.  My boyfriend.  Jack Barakat.  At least he was warm, and it was true that our bodies sculpted together perfectly, my shorter frame moulding around his.

"Kellin," he whispered sleepily, turning over to face me.  I forced myself to open my eyes.  I couldn't deny he was a good-looking guy, and I remembered why I'd been attracted to him in the beginning.  The huge puppy-dog eyes and the eyebrows that framed them, the reasurring smile and the hair screaming to be toussled.  

"Good morning," I whispered back at him, hoping all traces of tears were gone.  He leant forward and kissed me on the forehead.  I made myself stay still and recieve it with a smile, but I could feel the awkwardness between us.  I wondered if he could too.  Wordlessly, he rolled onto his back while I went into the en-suite.  'This needs to end,' I told myself as I ran the tap and splashed my face with cold water.  It was what I'd told myself everyday for the past year.  Weak Kellin, stupid Kellin, worthless Kellin.  I was in a two-year relationship with a guy I felt nothing for anymore whilst being devastatingly in love with my best friend.  The worst part?  Said best friend is smitten to his supermodel girlfriend, Louisa Parcs.

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