✿ Mad Love ✿
☞ 𝘈 𝘊𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤
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𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜, a childhood friend of 𝙊𝙖𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙉𝙚𝙞𝙡 𝘾𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙧-𝙎𝙪, is placed in a sticky situation as 𝙊𝙖𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙮's rise to fame continues. Press is on their tail...
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"𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶."
The next morning Isabella had woke up in her own bed with little to no memory as to how she had got there. Her head was killing, yet she still felt tipsy from last night events and suddenly the source to her waking up was clear, there was a few bangs on her bedroom door.
"Izzy man, if you don't answer in 5 I'm coming in." Oakley groaned.
"Come in." Izzy muttered rolling over to face the door as it gently swung open. There he was, breakfast in hand and his lips pursed into a thin line.
"Why the long face handsome?" She grinned as she sat up.
"Enough Iz. Not in the mood." He said, placing some buttered toast on her bedside table and turned on his heel to leave.
"Wait." She whispered. He turned his head slightly and nodded it.
"Stay." Izzy hummed tapping the side of the bed. He shook his head smirking slightly.
"You need to sober up a-bit, before I come anywhere near you." He smiled in amusement. She shook her head rolling her eyes and standing from the bed, stumbling slightly before gaining her strength and walking towards him. She was still in her dress from last night and some of her makeup was smudged.
"Oakley~" she hummed, smiling slightly as she clung to his neck.
"Izzy." He looked down at her.
"I was stupid and im sorry." She frowned. Letting go of his neck.
"Yeah you were, I forgive you. You know I do b. But don't let it happen again aight'?" Oakley raised an eyebrow.
"Aight." She mocked giggling.
"Oi." He smirked. Izzy was still laughing slightly. It wasn't long before her hands where back around his neck and suddenly she was backing him against the wall.
"Izzy, your not thinking straight." He muttered, pulling his face from hers slightly as they where almost touching.
"Thinking straight enough to know I want you." She hummed looking him up and down, his hands went to her waist.
"Yeah?" He smirked.
"Yeah-" she was cut off by Oakley pulling her in for a kiss, swapping them around so she was pressed against the wall. He had turned her around so she was facing the wall and her behind was pressed up against him.
"Na. Na.." he whispered, pulling back.
"Not now, not here." His lips pressed into a line. She raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean." Izzy asked, approaching him as he sat on her bed.
"It's moving to fast and your drunk. I ain't gon do sumit to you that you'll regret." He said his eyes fixed on the floor. She shook her head.
"I wont and I'm barely even drunk just tipsy, unless you'll regret it." She whispered the last part standing in front of him. He shook his head and stood up.
"I'm still stuck on how you acted last night. Speak to me later, when your sober." He said, walking out her bedroom leaving her alone and upset. She never wanted to upset Oakley ever, she should of known that he would of been pressed when she mixed with drugs again. Stopping her trail of thought, Izzy's phone pinged. She sat on the bed and checked it. A text from Oakley, it read... -
O: I miss the old you. Sort it.
She started typing back.
I: I was stupid last night im sorry, it was a heat of the moment and u know how hard it is to resist. But I'm done now no more stuff like that, u have my word.
Oakley was quick to reply...
O: I "had ur word" last time I'm sick of it.
I: I mean it this time, can we just put this behind us? *Read 10:45*
Izzy started packing her stuff, putting it all in her suitcase and wheeled it out her room. She couldn't find Oakley or his keys so she just assumed he had went out, she took her key and locked the door behind her posting it through and made her way to the car park. It was no surprise when Oakley's car wasn't parked next to hers as per usual. As she started packing her stuff into the back of the car tears started to form in her eyes, finally processing her feelings for Oakley and how close she just got to him. She started the car and drove away from the apartment complex. She knew where she was gonna go, but she really didn't want to, she wanted to stay at Oakley's wait for him to get home and really apologise. But it was better for the both of them to have some time apart even if neither of them wanted to admit it.
