Fake dating (hamzah the fantastic)

chapter 10

We spent the next half hour in silence. I was so frustrated with him and there wasn't anything really for me to say because he wouldn't listen to me.

He shuffled around the room, and I sat on the floor in front of the bed. I was just thinking about everything. I felt sad because I felt like I lost a friend, I really liked Hamzah.

Eventually, tears started forming in my eyes. Him bringing up the necklace had brought back memories that I really didn't want to think about. I was just so confused on what he thought about the necklace.

I was sitting there, trying not to cry. I just wanted to be out of the room and away from everyone.

But then I felt him sit next to me. I looked over and he was looking at me.

He sighed, "We're obviously not coming out of this room until we work this out. Let's talk."

I rolled my eyes, "finally."

He furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Fran told me that you got that necklace from some guy at the bar. Is that true?"

As soon as he said that, my heart hurt. The tears flooded quickly out of my eyes. Why would she say that?

He just looked at me, concern creasing the lines on his face. "What is it?"

"Um," I stammered. "That's not true."

He seemed to understand that the necklace was a hard topic. "Don't cry," he said. "You don't have to-"

"No," I cut him off firmly. Obviously he wasn't going to believe me until I told the truth. "That necklace was from my dad, he gave it to me around the time of his death. S was his initial."

It was dead silent. I was avoiding his eyes. I felt hot tears licking my face as they poured down my cheeks.

"Sorry," I whispered. I didn't like crying in front of people.

"No, please don't apologize," he said. "Jeez, I should be the one apologizing. I feel like a jerk."

"I just feel hurt because you believed Fran's ridiculous story over me!" I said through my tears. My throat felt sore.

He just looked at me guilty, not saying anything.

"Ugh!" I got up and walked to the door. I was going to get this thing open.

"Wait!" He called out from behind me. I didn't turn around, but I could hear him getting up. He walked in front of me, in front of the door, and said, "I know, I fucked up. I shouldn't have trusted Fran. But please, I know she's a liar now. I won't listen to her again. I'm sorry."

But that wasn't enough. I had let my guard down, let someone in again, and it hurt. I knew the feeling all too well.

I just shook my head and walked forward. I nudged Hamzah out of the way and put my hand on the door handle.

"Please!" he said desperately. "It's different with you. I've never felt like this before, even with Fran. It's a nice feeling." He came up and hugged me from behind.

I still kept my hand on the handle. I wanted to hug him back, I wanted to give in, but I was scared I would get hurt again.

But maybe just this once, it would only be a one time thing. I would give in, and then I could leave later. Right? I wouldn't let myself get attached. Just this once.

I turned myself around and hugged him back. I dug my tear-stained face into his shoulder. Like he said, it felt nice.

He pulled away and we both looked at each other. He cupped my face with his hands. "So pretty," he said, even though I had been crying and my face probably looked red and puffy.

I smiled and glanced down. I felt my heart flutter, but it was fine. Just this once.

He leaned in and kissed me. This time it was a nice, slow one, unlike the urgent one he had given me the night before.

I felt his hands on the bottom of my shirt. I pulled back from him, surprised, and he looked at me. "Please," he whispered. "I want to see you."

I let him take it off, and the rest of my clothes. We got little sleep that night.

Sorry for the late and short chapter lol

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