LOSING IT ALL //HAYLEY PARKER

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~LOSING IT ALL~

~*DALE'S POV*~

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THE GROAN OF THE FAUCET spewing water echoes through my bathroom walls as I wash my face and hands. Regardless of the cold water being splashed against my face, heat still pours through my body, inflaming my face, and energizing my muscles.

I abruptly turn off the faucet, frustration and discomfort sipping into every fiber of my being. I rip the paper towel from the dispenser and roughly wipe at my face.

"Sh*t!" I cuss out loud. The image of Hayley Parker instantly re-emerge inside my head and I'm gripping the marble basin as if my life depends on it. Why can't I just stop thinking about her. Why can't I stop caring and getting merged with her life.

I aggressively wad up the piece of toilet paper and toss it towards the trash, however, just like my discomfited feeling, it unsuccessfully reaches its destination and comfortably sprawl instead on the floor. My sweaty tee-shirt is sticking to my back. Sweat tickles down my armpits and my sides. Feeling so revolt about myself, I stare debilitatingly at my reflection on the age-spotted mirror.

Subtle bags under dark brown eyes, a creased forehead, and lips tightened into a grim line. I haven't been sleeping well lately. With Hayley staying just nearly, I can literally feel whatever is going on in her life. And I hate that I do. I'm so helpless because she's my friend's girlfriend, and yet I also know that Jayden cheats on her sporadically.

Aside that, I know that he's also an arsehole. He assaulted her. My heart squeezes painfully with the thought that I knew about it and just couldn't do anything about it. Hayley has to decide this time. I want to help her, but she keeps pushing me away.

I went as far as to confront Jayden, and with an air of insouciance, he told me he was going to fix it. "That damn arsehole!" I hiss tetchily. Isn't he tired of saying she's the real deal when he is no better for her? I thought.

The look in her big beautiful hazel eyes when she asked if I liked her is permanently imprinted in my mind. I can't seem to shake it off no matter how much I try.

With exhaustion seeping in, I pull off my clothings and stagger under a hot spray. I keep wondering why I feel so hot irrespective of how chilly the weather is. Probably because I cannot stop the heat from pooling my body with the repeated thought of how she felt in my arms. Perfect.

As I pull a fresh tee-shirt over my head, I hear Hayley's bedroom door creak open and then her soft humming to Whitney Houston's music. I stiffen and quietly listen like a disgusting pervert.

Her converse falls in a thud to the floor, the bathroom door creaks open and then the hissing of water filling her bath resonates within her room. My pulse is thrumming in my veins and I'm surprised that I haven't yet gotten used to eavesdropping on her.

"...I need you here....
I need you here to wipe away my tears
To kiss away my fears, no
If you only knew how much....." she continues to sing, her voice feather like, soothing and filled with emotions.

My nerves is as tight as a violin strings as I listen to her singing until the noise of the shower drowns it away. My chest constricts when I don't hear her soft voice anymore, and I knew I won't be sleeping well tonight.

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The howling of cold wind outside my window wakes me up the following morning. I lay unmoving in my bed, blankets up to my chin as I watch the bright sunlight stream in onto the carpet.

Across my room, I hear Megan Thee Stallion's hip-hop music blast from Jennifer's MP3 speaker. Camille reprimanding Newt monopolizes the house. He was caught smoking in the living room again. I can't help snickering at the whole situation. Camille is completely something else.

Begrudgingly leaping from the bed with a whole new conviction of not ditching my 9 o'clock class plus presentation that I so thoroughly prepared for, I breeze into the bathroom to commemorate my daily routine of self care.

The smell of bacons, eggs and a wonderfully brewed coffee assails my nostrils as I waddle into the kitchen. A rare sight of Hayley Parker in a patterned apron, with her short hair messily piled up on her shapely head brings me to a staggering halt in front of the kitchen. My heart is pounding erratically against my ribs as I take her in.

Her earbuds are plugged in and she is unknowingly humming softly to herself while she wiggles her hips. I bite my lips to stop myself from laughing. She's so adorable. The sight of me idly standing near the kitchen counter and staring at her like a moroon gives her a start.

"Hi.." I say sheepishly, my blush turning into a wave of mortification that spreads down my body.

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