heads or tails // m.t + c.p [ discont. ]

Ch 1.7 • Pizza

After about half an hour of ignoring both texts, I figured I should reply to one of them at least.

Me - Hey, call me x

Sent.

I threw my phone on the bed and rubbed my temples. What have I got myself into? My phone hummed its song and I answered the call. "Puth."

"Hey, Meg, what's up?" Charlie asked, evidently concerned.

"Blake. Blake's up," I sighed.

"Oh." Then the call ended. What?! Is Charlie jealous? Does he think I don't love him? Maybe the call failed... Ugh, my brain hurt. Seriously, my head was pounding, genuinely throbbing. This is too stressful. There was a light tapping on the door, not my bedroom door. My balcony door. Who the hell and how the hell? "Dear future husband, here's a few things you need to know if you wanna be my one and only all my life," I heard a singing voice from outside. My mind drifted to Charlie. The only one I showed Dear Future Husband to.

"Charlie?" I called, opening the door a crack. Sure enough, none other than Charlie Puth was stood there, messy hair and all, a single light blue flower clutched in his hand. My favorite. He grinned widely at me and brought a pizza into view from behind his back. "You sounded stressed." I grinned and opened the door fully, pulling him in by his flannel shirt. The same one I wore yesterday. "Nice shirt," I commented, smirking.

"It's recently become my favorite," he grinned, biting his lip. I giggled. "So, a Blake issue?"

"Yes," I responded, sighing. I pulled him into the bed and we opened the pizza box. Cheese. "Oh my god, Cheese, it's my-"

"Favorite, I know," he laughed. My cheeks flamed a light shade of pink. He pecked me on the lips. "Tuck in then." I did so immediately, moaning at the taste.

"Okay, this is the best pizza I've ever eaten. Where is it from?" I asked him desperately. He just laughed.

"I can't tell."

"Why not?" I whined.

"Because then you have more reason to keep me around," he smirked. I pouted and gave him puppy dog eyes.

"Please?"

He made a face like he was gonna cave in and then: "No."

"Charlie!" I pouted again, complaining. He laughed and shook his head. Right, there's only one thing to do. I started crawling over to him.

"M- Meghan what are you doing?" He stuttered, now it's my turn to smirk. I pressed my lips against his and then drove him off the bed. He quickly recovered and went to sprint out of my bedroom door. "Shit, it's locked!" He hissed, I chuckled.

"I'll be right back," I whispered, brushing my lips against his neck. I changed into some lingerie, knowing it'll turn him on like mad. I threw on my robe and left the bathroom, a pair of black heels on my feet. I opened the door and left the bathroom, seeing Charlie sat on my desk chair. "Hey Char," I spoke softly, wearing a smile. He turned to face me and I dropped the robe, standing there in only strapless black heels and black lingerie. His eyes went extremely wide as he looked me up and down, then he gulped. I bit my bottom lip seductively and he couldn't take it anymore, he stood and up and pushed my against the wall, kissing me. Hard.

"You fucking tease," he whispered roughly against my lips. I giggled. He thought this was over. No way José. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he supported them with his hands. My fingers tugged at strands of his auburn hair, as I too was getting turned on.

Not the plan, Meghan. Not the plan.

I snapped out of it, putting a finger between our lips. Then I started kissing him. Light kisses along his jawline, then down his neck. I pulled off his shirt and threw it away, forgotten somewhere on my carpeted floor. Then I fiddled with his belt buckle, and eventually threw that away too. One gentle push and his pants puddled at his feet. He re-took control and pinned me against the bed, him now kissing me hard, tongue exploring my mouth. I moaned. He really was in total control.

Not for long.

I flipped over, so he was underneath me, and giggled. I trailed kisses down his neck, his chest, his abs. Then I reached his underwear and took the elastic in my teeth, then moving my head down, pulling off his boxers. The only thing separating our skin was my flimsy, black, sexy lingerie. I win. I crawled off of him and left him there. "M- Meghan that's cr- cruel!"

"I'll do anything for pizza," I bit my lip.

"Puth's Pizzeria it's my parents' place. Now please, stop this torture!" I giggled, smirking in satisfaction and removed the fabric that was separating us before. I crawled on top of him again and he flipped me over. "Not this time, Trainor." He started kiss my neck, and I squirmed a little, groaning when he sucked at my sensitive spot. He undid the clasp of my lacy bra and threw it away, then as I did with his boxers, he did with the flimsy fabric used as panties. "Fuck," he hissed.

"What?" I groaned.

"I don't have a condom," he face palmed. I sighed and closed my eyes. We opened our eyes at the same time, and looked at each other with a sheepish grin.

"One time?" We spoke in unison. We laughed and smirked at me. Before thrusting in me. I moaned at his touch and my back involuntarily arched towards him. At the end, our skin stuck together and put forehead were covered in sweat.

"Worth it."

A/N: I'm reading a book and there's one suicide and one suicide attempt, in the space of two chapters (about 5 pages each) What a fun book.

QOTD: Have you seen Charlie live?
AOTD: No :( but I want to

Stay strong lovelies,
- Faye xx