¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

3.2

*unedited*

𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎

Harry bought me the morning-after pill before dropping me at home. Liam still wasn't home, and so was Dad. I texted Liam to ask if he was okay before I went to sleep. I still hadn't got a text back in the morning.

It was late at night when I called him. He didn't pick up. I considered calling my Father to ask about Liam, but the thought of getting yelled at for disturbing him with something stupid was enough to make me give up before doing it.

"Miss Melanie, Kailer Ross is at the door," Amanda told me.

I looked up from my phone and placed the fork beside my dinner. Kai didn't need an invitation to visit me, but I wish he had asked me earlier. He got so used to coming over this past week that he probably didn't even need to ask me.

"Let him inside," I told her, standing from my spot.

His footsteps and the laughter that followed behind as he spoke to Amanda caused my stomach to tie in a know. I scratched the side of my neck with my nails, trying not to seem too nervous, but just last night, I cheated on him, and I had no toxins in my veins to make me feel better about it.

"Hey," I smiled at him, moving closer to wrap my hands around his neck and pull him into a hug.

Kai smelled so warm and minty.

"Hey, Molly," he chuckled, wrapping his hands around my waist.

Harry reeked of weed and bad choices.

Forcing a smile on my face, I pulled back. Kai's hands stayed on my waist as he smiled at me. He was such a pretty boy. My hands moved down his toned upper body. He was in good shape, too. He could give me what Harry did. He could end my need to see Harry.

"Are you hungry?" I smiled at him with big eyes.

And I tried not to make it obvious when my mind slipped to another place, to another person...

My brother was asleep in his room. Dad wasn't home. And Amanda had made a delicious breakfast for us. I was so high that the smell of French toast basically made me crawl to the kitchen. I asked Amanda to put some of the breakfast items on a tray while I searched the shelves for wine. When your Father was a Chef, you could never be out of wine.

Then I went back to my room, back to the sleeping Harry. I hadn't slept all night. I smoked joint after joint while he got all of his eight hours of sleep.

I put the tray over the spot where I used to lay before straddling his body with the wine bottle behind my back.

"Mmm," he murmured when I placed trails of kisses down his neck.

His curly hair was messy from the night before, and his clothes were scattered around my room. He had hickeys on his naked chest while the white duvet hid the bottom part of his body.