My Lion. || BXB

chapter thirty-one.

lionel and i were now sitting on his porch, talking about what had happened back at my house. he had walked me back to his house after giving me a comforting hug and then he questioned me more about it when we got here.
"so, now what?" he asked, and i searched my mind desperately for an answer. i had none.
"i don't know."

"you can stay here for the night." he suggested quietly, his eyes fixated on the pavement before us. i glanced over to him, my cheeks going pink at the idea of spending the night with lionel. "if you want."
"please, i can't go back there." i let out a breath, holding my head in my hands. "i don't understand. he's my dad, how could he do this to me? how could he react like this?"

lionel budged closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling my side into him, hugging me calmly. "i don't know, hunter." he whispered slowly.
"i love him, and i thought he loved me too." my voice squeaked, i knew i was going to cry. i'm so tired of crying.

"he does love you." lionel said as though it was the most simple thing in the world, "he just doesn't understand."
"what about your parents?"
"it's just my mum." he responded, and i lifted my head up from my hands to glance at his empty eyes. "but she doesn't know about me. i didn't either, until you."

"neither did i, until you aswell." i responded with a half smile, and he returned it calmly. lionel turned his eyes away from me and back to the gravel pavement. we sat there in silence for awhile, i don't know how long but eventually the sun was starting to set so lionel led me inside his house.

i closed the front door behind me and lionel moved to lock it, my eyes wondered around his house. it was a lot more fancy than i had imaged. it was almost as if lionel's family was rich or something. damn.

i followed behind him as he strolled into one of the other rooms, and i noticed it must've been his living room. stella, the girl from school who i knew to be his sister, was sprawled out across the couch sleeping quietly. lionel walked past her without a second glance, and i followed.

"mum!" lionel shouted from the bottom of a staircase, and i flinched at his loud voice. i wondered if he woke stella up.
"what is it?" a woman shouted, oh god was i about to see my principal in her pyjamas? yep. she walked to the top of the stairs and glanced down at me and lionel standing awkwardly.

"hunter?" she immediately recognised me and i cringed.
"he's staying here tonight." he said dominantly, and i wondered why he didn't ask her if it was okay instead of stating that it was.
"okay." the lady shrugged before smiling at me and walking back off in the direction she came. lionel then grabbed onto my hand and led me up the stairs, and we eventually stopped walking when he led us into a dark room.

i immediately took notice of his curtains and windows being closed, the smell of his air- freshener clouding his room. i glanced around, his room was so bland. only a bed, desk and dresser occupied the large space and i watched as lionel moved to sit at the edge of his bed.

"can you close the door?" he asked me and i complied before the walking further into the room.
"why are the curtains closed? its so dark in here." i said bluntly, and lionel shrugged. i asked if i could open them and he said he didn't mind so i did. after the room was a bit brighter i noticed a few posters sprawled our across his walls. most of them were of the popular band arctic monkeys and i smiled at the poster of mr beast alongside it.

he seemed to follow my gaze, "do you like arctic monkeys?"
"i do." i smiled to him, "my favourite song of theirs is 'no buses', what about you?"
"probably 'snap out if it' or maybe '505' i'm pretty basic." he chuckled, and i copied the action before sitting besides him on his large double bed.

"i can't believe i never asked you about your family, or your house or anything." i said, not believing how narcissistic that sounded.
he laughed at my awkward words, "yeah. but i don't mind, i like getting to know you."
"well i want to know you too."
"what do you want to know?"

"tell me about your family."
"well, i live with my mum and sister. i have another brother, but he lives with our dad who lives in england. he moved there after my mom divorced him and took my brother with him. haven't seen either of them since."
"oh wow. do you miss them?" i asked him, not knowing if i was overstepping any boundaries...

"my brother yes, not so much my dad." he shrugged. "my brother and i were so close growing up but when my dad moved we lost contact since neither of us had phones then. i was only ten, and enzo was only twelve."
"you have phones now, why not ask your dad for enzo's number?"
"i prefer to not talk to him." and he said no more than that so i assumed to not say anymore on the topic.

"what about you?" he spoke after a moment of silence.
"its just my dad and i." and now i was starting to hate that, and him. "my mom died a few years ago, cancer."
"oh wow— shit that's tough." he said and i laughed at his choice of words. "not like— like not as in-"
"i know. don't worry." i chuckled, "yeah it is but i'm okay now. it was a long time ago."
"so now you're stuck with that bitch." and i knew he was referring to my dad.

"my dad has always been my best friend, but things are different now. he looked after me after my accident, he raised me. it's weird now seeing him in a different light." i sighed, and then realised we were back to talking about me. "i want to know more about you, lionel. tell me something interesting."

he pondered for a moment, and then silently stood up and moved out of the room. i stayed sat, staring at the door he had just walked out of. soon after, he came trailing back but this time he was holding an acoustic guitar in one of his hands. no fucking way.

"you play?" i blushed at the sight of him with a guitar.
"sometimes." he shrugged, and then sat besides me again. i turned my body to face him as i watched him slowly strum a quiet tune. i looked at the movement of his fingers, blushing at the talent i saw radiating off him.

he played for a few more moments before the wordless song came to a slow stop. i looked back up to his eyes, that were now closed.
"that was so good." i complimented, and he looked back at me. "and hot."
"oh yeah?" he grinned proudly, putting the guitar aside on his bed. "how hot?" his hands trailed up my legs and thighs, resting on either side of my waist.

i leaned into his touch, smiling dumbly at his pretty face as i tugged my hands through his dark red hair. "very hot." i whispered before finally kissing him, taking in his scent while doing so. he grabbed tightly onto my waist and pulled me into his lap, my legs automatically wrapped around his own frame.

his tongue glided elegantly into my mouth and slowly traced along my bottom teeth. i moaned into his mouth, tightening my grip in his hair as my other hand draped down onto his chest. i pulled at his hair again and he moaned back, pulling his tongue away in retreat as he separated our lips and gasped for air.

"you know that's my weakness, huntley." his voice was hoarse and i couldn't help but blush at it. "good." i whispered back to him before kissing him once again. i knew i could do this forever.