Bad Intentions

Chapter 5

Rolling Stone- Niykee Heaton
Nothing- The Script
1999- Active Child
Amnesia- 5sos
Another Love- Tom Odell
Congratulations- Blue October

Julian's POV
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"Wow" I breath out, my voice laced with the crisp burn of alcohol.

"Yeah, yeah. Fascinating" Harry says. His face is flushed from being almost completely drunk.

I lean forward and touch the moth tattoo on the top of his stomach. He tenses but doesn't push me away.

"Wow" I repeat. His labored breathing makes the moths wings seem to be moving.

"You've already said that" he states while pulling his shirt back on, forcing me to remove my hands. His skin was hot where I touched, and my fingers feel as if they're on fire.

"You have so many" I didn't even have time to see them all.

"Yeah." He simply says. Something about him changes and becomes sad. I sit away from him again.

"It's your turn" I say.

"What?"

"The game. It's your turn" I say. He smirks.

"Okay. Hold on" he stands up and lays on the bed, putting his hands under his head to look at the ceiling fan. He doesn't say anything so I get up and sit next to him on the bed.

"What's taking so long?" I whisper and giggle at the same time. His eyes are now closed.

"Hush. I'm thinking" he whispers back. I wait.

And wait

And wait.

Time has taken its toll and I'm starting to feel sick. Sleep is mingling with the alcohol coursing through my veins, and I want nothing more than to curl up in bed and get lost in dreams.

I stand up and walk to the door, taking one last look at the now sleeping form on the bed. Even in the darkness he's perfect.

You don't really think that. You're just drunk. My subconsience says. I close his door softly and leave the house, forgetting to grab my sweater before I go.

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Harry's POV

I never really fell asleep, I just wanted her to think that.

"Hush I'm thinking" I said. The bed dipped slightly where she sat and I rolled an inch toward her.

Truth is, having her hands on me freaked me out a little. It reminded me of the reason I'm in this mess now.

I let her wait for my question, because I really didn't want to ask it.

What are you most afraid of?

If I would've asked then she would've wanted my answer as bad as I wanted hers.

Instead, I let her leave.

What scared me the most is the fact that my answer makes no sense in my already messed up mind.

I'm afraid to fall for you.
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Julian's POV

I stumbled into my room a quarter past three in the morning. I stripped off my clothes and burrowed beneath my blanket in panties and my tshirt, too drunk to navigate pajamas.

Music continued to pulse from Harry's house but I found it comforting instead of obnoxious.

I fell asleep to the image of his lips wrapped around the bottle of bourbon.
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