𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ | Billy Hargrove

twenty-five

y/n

"Why were they going after you?" Steve snickered

"It's hard to explain." I sighed

Steve was humming along to the music and I got lost in thought, Billy wanted to take me on a date tonight and a part of me felt happy. The other part felt unsure, was it smart to trust Billy again?

"What you thinking about?" Steve asked, he must have seen that I was deep in thought.

"Billy?" He asked before I could respond.

I nodded and Steve sighed, "Whatever you want." He mumbled

He stopped in front of my house and I got out, Billy's Camaro was standing on the driveway and I was wondering if I should go to him. I turned to look at Steve but he had already driven away.

I knew I should have gone to my house but my feet were not listening, before I knew it I was standing in front of his house as I was knocking on his door.

Shit what the fuck was I thinking, I tried to turn around and run to my house but the door opened.

"Who the fu- Y/N?" He said surprised

"Hi." I said awkwardly, "I'll just go my bad." I mumbled but Billy had other plans, he grabbed my arm and pulled me in while closing the door behind me.

It looked like he had been working out, he was wearing a white shirt and I could see his muscles very well. 

"Steve not enough fun?" He asked sarcastically, I rolled my eyes since I didn't want to have that conversation.

"Why are you here?" He asked as he grabbed his dumbbells again.

"I can just go, no problem." I replied while walking to the door. I had dug my own grave and I knew it.

This time Billy didn't say anything. I heard some steps and I felt his arms around me pulling me back.

"You stay now." He smirked

He was all sweaty but that didn't stop him from coming even closer, he grabbed my hand and walked backwards. And I, like a dumb dog, followed him. 

We entered his room and everything was the same as the last time I was here. Everything except for one picture, it seemed awfully familiar.

He saw me staring at it and laughed, "Fuck." He snickered.

It was a picture of me, from a few months ago. "You stole that!" I exclaimed. I threw this picture in my desk because I hated it but he must have taken it when he came over and I was asleep.

"You caught me." He smirked, he did not care at all.

I was simply at loss for words, "You can't just-it's just-no." I mumbled

"How dare I, right?" He said as he kept on laughing at me. I hated the picture so I didn't want it back, but Billy wanting it made confused.

The mood changed when he stepped forward to me, his smile had turned into a smirk and his eyes were now full of lust.

Was I going to let myself go?

He pulled me to him as he sat down on the bed, he placed me on his lap and I felt him grab my waist tightly.

I was going to let myself go, it couldn't turn out that bad.

Billy removed his shirt and he started leaving kisses on my chest, he kept on lowering them until my shirt got in the way.

"Guess I'll have to take it off." He whispered

I could feel the shivers down my spine, his touch could make me melt and he knew this.