Hold On Forever (Asking Alexandria) ON HOLD.

Chapter 10

His skin was warm, the feeling of his chest rising and falling every few seconds and the sound of his breathing was calm against the harsh messy room. His fingers were soft, creating small circle and spiral movements delicately on her bare skin, her shirt had risen up slightly and he liked the feeling of her flesh against his own. 

She was fast asleep, her head dipped into the pillow and slightly resting against his shoulder, her eyes were completely shut, mouth slightly open into a pout, one hand on his chest, the other tangled in her own hair. He stared up at the ceiling, fingers still moving gently along her skin, moving around her hips, she had complained so many times throughout many midnight facebook conversations that she hated them, that they were too big and supposably fat, although he thought different, he liked them, and didn't understand why she thought she was flawed.

It was the same with the rest of her body though, she could pick out so many faults and problems that no one else saw, that weren't even relevant or noticeable, she was insecure and had issues but he wanted to help her, make her better, make her realise how beautiful she really was.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the sound of her breathing. It was soft and low, and he could feel her breath slightly against his tattoo'd arm. It was the middle of the night and it was still dark outside, the only light was from the late night workers in the offices opposite his bedroom window, the late night bloggers and writers, or just the nocturnal.

He found it strangely beautifully frightening that while they were layed there, relaxed and happy after a good day, that there were people out there, possibly on the same street, going through one of the worst days of their lives. A break up, a death, maybe the schizophrenic's can't handle it anymore, maybe an insomniac is writing the next biggest novel.

All that stuff is happening someone in the world right now regardless, he thought, and I'm layed here in bed thinking about it and debating whether to light up a cigarette or not.

The sound of a siren came running through his mind, filling up the peacefulness. His heart began to beat faster, wondering what it was for. The siren faded, and his hand began to search the bedside table for a cigarette and a lighter, eventually clasping onto something in that familiar shape, and then a plastic object. He placed it between his lips, holding the lighter close to his face as he inhaled the deadly chemicals.

She stirred in her sleep as smoke began to make its way across the room, she took in the scent and rubbed her tired eyes, getting up slightly, his hand slid off of her hip as she turned onto her side, leaning over and picking up a cigarette from the same spot as he did. She gently took the lighter from his fingertips and lit her cigarette. Her hair was messy and tumbling down her back, her shirt had risen more, causing even more skin to be on display, but she didn't even notice. Ben remained relaxed, watching her every move, but then focusing on her slightly bloodshot, blue eyes, she was truly beautiful. She began laying down into him again, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she sunk into the bed once more.

If someone had walked in on them in that moment, they would've got the completely wrong idea.

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A/N: Sorry it's been about 392 years since I've uploaded, my laptops died so ANYTHING I write is off of my phone, so if you notice a difference or whatever in my writing, that is why. Sorry this is short and kind of boring but I wanted to write something like this, I was inspired okay? Im working on bringing more AA members into this fic so don't worry! 

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