Little Heartbreaker(On Hold)

Chapter 7

The feeling of Dawson's lips against mine had butterflies forming in my gut and a sweat breaking out onto my palms. His lips were soft, almost as if he used Chapstick or something like that, and he tasted like alcohol and bad choices. I knew this was good for the plan but I couldn't help but feel like an awful, awful friend. I thought about pulling away but all my thoughts vanished when he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Even when he was drunk he was still a very good kisser, he was rough but he wasn't pushing it. Finally, after what seemed like forever he pulled away only to move his lips to my neck. I drew in a shuddering breath.

"Dawson, we should go." I said shakily. Dawson ignored me and found the sweet spot below my ear making me moan. He began sucking on my neck and collarbone surely leaving a mark.

"Dawson." I repeated placing my hands on his chest. He looked up at me and kissed me again, harder this time. His hands went to the bottom of my shirt and started tugging on it. I pulled away and stood up. "Dawson, we have to go."

"What, Harley? Do you not like me? Don't tell me...that you don't want this. Don't want me." He slurred standing up. And then I remembered, he was drunk off his ass and meant none of what just happened. But I was sober. I meant all of it.

"That's not it,Dawson, you're drunk," I started tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, "and Anna-"

"Who cares? Live a little. Harley I care about you a fuck ton and I want to thank you for e-everything you've done for me." He hiccups.

"By fucking me?" I asked incredulously.

"N-no-." he decalred finally seeming to sober up enough to stand up, but with every passing word he seemed to slur and hiccup more, indicating to me that he was far from sober.

"By loving you." He said. He came close to me and put a hand on my cheek. "I could love you if you let me, Harley. I want to love you." He began to lean in before I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away.

"We need to get you home." I said grabbing his hand and leading him to my car.

"Home? Harley, I can't go home like this! I can't I was supposed to sleepover at Danny Grover's house my mom she'd have my head please, Harley you got to help me, I-" his eyes grew by the moment. I tried to stop him from panicking but nothing seemed to work, so, I pressed my lips against his, silencing him instantly. I pulled away slowly and slumped my forehead against his.

"It'll be okay." I whispered placing a hand on his cheek. "I promise."

"Harley...you don't know my mother, you don't understand. It's not just a grounding it's... So much more than that." He said looking down. And suddenly I knew. And suddenly I didn't want to take him home. I wanted to help him. But, first I had to call Anna.

"Wait here." I said walking to the tree where he previously stood. I dialed Anna's number and waited for her to answer her phone.

"Hey, where are you? It's been almost an hour." She said with her mouth full of food.

"Please don't get upset but... I need to bring Dawson home with me."

"What?" She yelled and I could tell she was trying not to choke on whatever food was in her mouth.

"He's hammered, Anna. And his mom-" I began

"Is a bitch, I know. But why here?" She asked.

"I don't know where else to take him, Anna. He'll sleep in the spare room, with how drunk he is he'll be out like a light. You won't even know he's there." I pleaded.

"You're so lucky I'm a good person but I swear to God, if he says one word to me, I'll-"

"He won't. I promise." I said glancing at Dawson.

"Fine." She agreed, although I could tell it was the last thing she wanted to do.

"Thank you so much. I love you."

"Yeah, love you too Harley." She said hanging up. I cringed at her tone and walked over to Dawson.

"You're coming home with me." I said leading him to the passenger side.

"Ooh, nice." He smirked sliding into the seat, "don't worry I won't try to have sex with you."

"Oh trust me, Hun, at the state your in I don't think you could have sex with your own hand." I remarked getting into the car.

"Harley?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you go on a date with me?" He slurred drooping his head about.

"What?" I asked almost in shock.

"I want to date you, Harley. I want to...kiss you without feeling guilty." He murmured looking up at me. I could see tears forming in his eyes.

"Guilty about what, Dawson?" I asked turning in my seat to face him.

"Joe... Joe obviously likes you and... If you don't start dating me he'll- he'll go for you. And then I'll be sad. And- and Anna. Poor, poor Anna. I hurt her so bad I didn't mean to I just didn't love her. I loved you."

My mouth gaped open at his words before I quickly shook my head.

"Dawson, stop. You're drunk." I said, more to myself than to him. I turned in my seat and started the car.

"Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean it's not true." He grumbled facing away from me. "I love you, Harley. Is that so hard to believe." He whispered.

We drove for about ten minutes in silence until I spoke up, "yes it is hard to believe," I began, "because a boy like you could never truly love anyone."

But my words didn't matter to him, because he was already asleep.

A/N- ehhh I don't know about this chapter I feel it's not as good as it could have been and it's short ehhh. Anywho, Happy 4th to all my fellow American followers! Just a quick thing I have a couple other stories I would like to start writing but I'm not sure if I should go ahead and start writing them now, or just wait until I finish Little Heartbreaker. What are your thoughts? Let me know!
Xoxo, Hailey