And Always.

Chapter 43

(Shameless By Camila Cabello)

Sapnap's Pov

There was a knock on the door. Everyone was in the backyard, having a fire, while I was inside getting a beer. I held the beer in my hands as I walked towards the door. I unlocked the door, and opened it.

I stopped breathing.

Her smile.

Her lips.

Her eyes.

Her hair.

Her hands.

Her just standing right in front of me.

Harley Willows is in front of me, and I can't breathe.

"Hey Willows. Do you have another one of them?" She asked, pointing down at the beer in my hands.

I opened my mouth to speak, and no words came out. She always sucked the breath out of me. It was like she was a vacuum. I was fucking hypnotized by her. I made no effort to move, as I stood there, mouth hanging open just staring at her.

My sweatpants. 

My t-shirt.

Our leather jacket.

"Fuck. Do you always look this good anymore?" I let out a huff, and she chuckled low.

"Of course. I have a reputation to keep up, Nicholas." My name coming from her made me want to drop to my knees in front of her.

What is this girl doing to me?

"I always looked good back then too. I just have the money to make myself look even better." She took a step closer to me, and I could feel my heart pick up speed. The cold glass left my hand, as she held it up to her mouth, taking a sip.

"Fuck, Harley." I closed my eyes, as she tilted her head to look at me.

"Am I still the death of you, Willows?" She asked, a smile forming on her face as she tilted her head to look up at me.

"You always were, what's going to stop that now?" I responded, feeling her body heat from how close we were.

"What if I don't want anything to stop that?" She whispered, and I felt everything in this world stop.

"What if I don't either?" I responded and she shook her head with a smile.

"You look good, Nick. I love the grown out hair." She spoke, and with every word, I felt myself falling more and more off of the deep end.

"You look good, Harley. I love the dyed hair. I love the tattoo's. I love the clothes. I love the songs. I love the concerts. Fuck, Armstrong. I fucking love you." I looked down into her eyes and she looked back up at me.

My body was freezing. I felt frozen. I felt like I was frozen in place, staring at her. Staring at the woman I love so much.

My body is on fire. He is standing right in front of me, and i feel like i'm on fucking fire.