The fault in us (Quills) (Kellin Quinn & Justin Hills) (boyxboy)

Chapter 11

Sorry for the lack of updates guys and way more sorry that this isn't proofread just because I'm out of time but didn't want to make you wait much more longer than I already did.

So... hold the mistakes for yourself and enjoy it :D

Justins P.O.V.

You know this feeling where you just hating yourself, suffering on a bad hangover and totally eaten up by your bad conscience? This was just the way I felt right now, laying in my bed, looking up at the ceiling, not knowing if this would work out the way I wanted it to be. I really liked Kellin and I really needed to grow up a few balls and standing up for the feelings I had. But I was too scared, just a fucking coward and probably intimidated by my father. I know that this wasn't an excuse anyway but I still was a minor and if my Dad would find out, I swear he would beat me to a pulp, probably long enough to kill me.

I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to get a bit more sleep but it was kind of impossible. I slept a while, not long though but my thoughts were messing with me that I could go back to sleep. Instead I suffered on this bad headache and the odd feeling in my stomach which was just slowly fading away.

"Get up boy and don't complain about an hangover. You're a man and no pussy...", my dad was banging on my door. I groaned and rolled over at the side, just to look at the appearance of my father standing in the door jamb.

"I'm already up...", I murmured back, ignoring the piercing look of my father before he was leaving me alone once more. I hated him, so so much but I still needed his money, his car and the roof over my head until the moment I would finally go to college and be able to survive by my own. It was annoying, it was so much more than that but I just knew that it wasn't forever. Not at all at least. I sighed one last time before I finally got up and made my way under the shower, washing off all the dirt which was still left of the sex I had with Kellin.

Kellin... was always on my mind lately and it was really getting onto me. He confused me so much and now it was way more worse than before. Why was I so dumb to sleep with him? I just should have rejected him, I shouldn't have take advantage of his condition but in the end it didn't matter anymore. It happened and I could tell that it was fucking good, it was fucking great to be honest and I would never made it undone although I really wished it would have happened under different circumstances.

I needed to talk to Kellin although I really didn't know what I should say to him. Sorry? Not sorry? All in all I was just sorry for taking advantage of his state and not pushing him away but the sex was great in the end. I never thought that it would feel that good and just thinking of it again made me lightly hard under the warm water. It was kind of annoying and kind of hot, I didn't know which one was better but I really needed to talk to him, to say him that I wasn''t about to hurt him anymore and that I kinda felt something for him. I knew that it was probably too late anyway.

I treated him like I was the worst person ever, I even tried to hated him although I could never deny that I still saw him as the best friend he was once for me. But my father hasn't give me another chance. I kind of needed to do this although I didn't want to. It was just horrible and if I wouldn't be such a coward I would have stand up much earlier and didn't let it happen until the point Kellin was hurting himself. I sighed under the shower and tried to clear my head, to push the last aftermath of the party away and get ready for the new day, especially for a confrontation with Kellin. I couldn't avoid it even if I really wanted to. I fucked him senseless, he fell asleep on me and I needed to clear things out although I could assume that this wouldn't be that easy like said. It was just a total mess and I haven't done anything to make it less a mess.