I Hate You More

Chapter 7

"Paracetamol and Lucozade" Jake handed me as i walked into the kitchen, eyes still adjusting to the light, head throbbing with every step.

"Thanks, bro. Bloody need it" I said and sat down at the breakfast bar "Are you not hungover? You were more drunk than me and i feel like death." I added with a chuckle.

"I never get hangovers, perks of being able to hold alcohol." he handed me the cereal and milk but before i could pour it into my bowl a strong, veiny hand grabbed the box from behind me.

Nate poured his cereal in the bowl and put it back in the back in the cupboard. He sat next to me eating his cereal. "Fucking hate you" I bounded off the seat and stormed off to my bedroom.

Okay so... I overreacted. Its just fucking cereal Hayley. I opened my wardrobe and pulled out, loose joggers and a white top, it was a bit see-through but i wasn't going out today so it was just something comfy. I took off my pajama top revealing my red bra and just that moment my door opened, revealing a tall, muscular figure.

"What do you want," I panicked covering up my topless torso with my arms.

"Don't kid yourself, Hayley. It's nothing i havent already seen is it?" a small smirk spreaded across his face. I sighed turning round and putting on my top, it was quite tight fitting but it was my favourite one so. "Really that's what you are wearing?" he raised one eyebrow and i turned back around and gave him a look.

"Who are you to tell me what to wear, Nathan?" I said crossing my arms.

He came up close to me, his breath grazing my face. He leaned his lips to my ear and my breath hitched, goosebumps arising. "You'd be wearing nothing if it was my choice."

I stepped back, pushing him off me lightly. "We had sex one time, Nate. And its not gonna happen again." I pushed past him, going into my bathroom but before i could, he grabbed my arm pulling me back around.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me close, hands lingering above my hips. "We could, carry on, you know. What have we got to lose." He actually seemed a little bit shy.

"Nate, you have been nothing but a dick to me since i moved here, why would i want to like...date you now?"

"Who said anything about dating?" His hands moved lower down to my upper thigh and his smirk grew wider. He leaned down lower to my face. "Just a bit of fun."

"Nate come on," i tried to leave, but once again he pulled me back.

"You enjoyed last night, yes?" He said

"I did, until you ditched me."

"You're right i'm sorry. That was a dick move by me."

"mhm" i responded, continuing to get ready, his eyes still burning a hole in the back of my head. I pulled my hair up in a pony tail to reveal 3 large, purple hickeys trailing from the top of my neck down to my collarbone. "Fucks sake" i mumbled under my breath, grabbing my concealer.

A deep, sexy chuckle could be heard from behind me. "Why are you covering them"

I turned slowly in my chair to face him, his face was perfectly lined up with mine. "Because, i highly doubt your, best friend, would like to know that you slept with his little sister."

"how would he know?"

"who else would i have slept with nathan."

"anybody at the fucking party" he was starting to get annoyed.

"look i'm sorry but idk what u want from me, we fucked once!" i yelled and immediately covered my mouth hoping that jake didn't hear.

"for fucks sake hayley keep your fucking voice down." he looked at the door and waited 10 seconds and when nothing was heard he carried on. "yes we did, you've made that very clear, but what i'm saying is why do we have to date, why can't we just sleep together?"

"Nate i'm not 18 anymore alright?!" i whisper shouted and he rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath before slamming the door behind him.

such a drama queen. what did he expect? we shag one time while we are very very drunk and all of a sudden we are doing this regularly? wait...that doesn't sound to bad. fuck. no hayley no, jake would kill you.

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i finished getting ready and walked out to the kitchen to see nate and jake watching the footy. The boys were both massive Tottenham fans and they were currently 1-0 down. "fucking game is fucked." Nate said arising from the sofa and realising i was stood in the kitchen.

"hayley. are u fucking kidding me?" he whisper shouted.

"what now, nate?" i said rolling my eyes.

"you didn't fucking cover up your hickeys."

"you told me not to..." i said covering my neck

"your not supposed to listen to what i say, honestly if jake finds out what we did we are both dead"

"what are you two whispering about then?" Jake appeared behind us and his eyes grew wide as he saw my neck. "Hayley what the fuck are those"

"i- uh- i"

"she hooked up with someone last night," Nate interjected

"and how would you know that then..." jake's face slowly becoming a bit angry

"i saw the texts on her phone earlier when i was apologising for the cereal thing." he said it so confidently, and i just stood there letting him defend me.

"do i know this dude hayley."

"honestly, i didn't even know him myself, i was hammered. i'm okay though don't worry about it"

"so some JERKWAD took advantage of my drink little sister?" his fists clenched into a ball.

"no jake honestly i knew what i was doing just don't stress." he let out a large huff, grabbed his keys, announcing he was going to the store and then left.

Nate smirked largely at me and i punched his arm "it's not fucking funny,"

"you do kind of like it though? the thrill?" he said coming closer to me, his breath blessing my cheeks.

"really do fucking hate you" i said just before pulling his face onto mine, our lips joining in a passionate kiss.