My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ CONNOTATIONS OF SUICIDE😭

Iman Harriott ~

Alistair appeared to have gotten back from work or something, or maybe a while ago. He was still dressed smartly, but his tie was loose around the collar of his shirt, which had one button undone.

I physically saw him two days ago, and now it feels like I'm the same 21-year-old who came across him on the fields that night.

"We need to talk..." the first sentence that left Alistair's lips, after staring at each other for quite some time

"Okay..." I simply said. He stepped inside, I still didn't move, causing Alistair to move inches closer to me than before "...where do you want to talk?..." I asked him, looking into his green orbs, hearing the door shut, guessing it was by Mariah

"Wherever you want to talk..." Alistair gave me the option to choose where

"Upstairs- we can go upstairs in my bedroom..." I gave him my answer

"Okay..." Alistair responded. We finally broke away from each other, as I turned my heel to head upstairs to the bedroom

"I'll be downstairs!" Mariah shouted, heading back to my kitchen. I returned a smile to her, as Alistair simply nodded at her

There was no talking from either one of us as we made it to the top. Alistair was close, I could hear and feel his faint breathing, filling up the silence between us.

We finally made it into my room, holding the door out for Alistair so he could be the one to close it behind him. "You wanted to talk, so talk..." I crossed my arms over my chest, nearing to the bed

"Don't fucking be like this Iman" Alistair placed his hands at the side of him, in annoyance

"Why not?" I shrugged my shoulders "You're the last person I want to talk to after everything"

"You should have never opened the door, similar to what you did yesterday..." Alistair smart mouthed "...if you did not want to talk to me"

"I actually did open the door yesterday and guess what, you were gone" I defended "Doesn't matter if I did or not, I would've given in because you would have never given up..."

"No, I would have never given up..." Alistair made steps towards me "but I'm tired and you are going to talk to me whether you like it or not..." his green eyes made it very clear that he meant it

"Tired...how do you think I feel? Maybe just maybe if you didn't fuck up the first time, we'd be happy together but instead my business and false rumours are out for the public to see all because of you"

"You don't think I don't know that shit Iman!" Alistair raised his voice "why the fuck do you think I'm here. I called everyone I knew to find out who put you out on blast like that. I was worried sick about you. I did not care about anyone else but you. I watched how you found out on live television, I thought I was going to lose you for real- it was like your soul had left the entirety of your body. It haunts me that I know you were suffering by yourself, thinking of doing the unthinkable-"Alistair paused "-the unthinkable like killing yourself, Iman. I can see it in your eyes, right now as I'm looking into them. I saw how your eyes looked two days ago, and I saw how they looked on TV, every chance I could. Your entire spark is gone-gone because of me..."

"You could see all of that..." I spoke up, taken aback by how wildly right he is on the observation of my mental state

"Yes I can see that- anyone that cares for you Iman can see that..." he said "...why can't you see that? See that I care for you...love you...I'm in love with you Iman..."