Alone Together

I Want To Fucking Tear You Apart

Alright, here it is, the moment you've all been waiting for. Caution, smut ahead! I was having a little trouble with this one for the past few days up until today when it all just flowed out. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it. Please listen to the song I have posted on here with the story, I feel like it explains the desire between Julian and Liz perfectly. And please don't forget to leave me some feedback =)

"Shit. I think I may still be drunk," I groan stumbling out of the room. I wince at the sudden brightness and rub at my temples with my pointer and middle finger.

"Morning doll," Sam beams from the kitchen.

I honestly can't understand how he does it. No matter how shit faced he gets he always manages to wake up the next day as if he wasn't just drinking and snorting cocaine all night.

"I haven't been this hungover in years," I mutter taking a seat at the little island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Well, you did chug plenty of tequila after our little adventure."

A small laugh escapes my lips and immediately I grab at my head, "Please don't make me laugh, my head feels like it's going to explode."

"If I didn't like Julian so much I'd give him a run for his money. You're a great lay."

"Gee, thanks Sam," I roll my eyes.

"Oh hun, I mean that as a compliment, you should take it as so. I mean for fucks sakes you're the first woman who's actually made me cum."

"Well I did promise you I'd get you laid by the end of the night," I smirked.

Glancing around the kitchen I notice the unusual silence of the house, "Where is everybody?"

"Well, your sister left with Fab last night..."

"What?! I'm gonna kill them both!"

"Lizzy, they're young! Let them have fun. Besides, who are you to get mad? You didn't give her much of an option after leaving her alone during our little sexcapade."

"Sam, are you flirting with me?" I tease.

"Maybe I am," he smiles leaning over the counter to peck my neck.

"Can I actually join this time?" that enticing croon mumbled from the doorway.

Sam and I turn in unison to find a soaking wet Julian in a leather jacket with a black hoodie under it and black jeans. In one hand he is balancing a cardboard cup holder, in the other a paper bag.

"Breakfast anybody?" He grins placing the food on the black counter.

"Seriously how do you guys do it?! I am dying over here and you guys seem like you hadn't even drank the night before!" I exclaim digging the heal of my palms into my eyes, "and you? Why are you soaking wet?" I press a menacing finger on Julian's chest.

"Uh...because it's rai- ...Are you still drunk Liz?" He asks with a chuckle cocking an eyebrow up.

"No! I-i don't know...maybe. Okay okay, yes, shut up leave me alone." I hide behind my coffee cup taking a sip.

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After breakfast I decide to go back to bed to try to sleep off the remainder of my intoxication, begging the universe that I don't have a gnarly hang over when I wake up.

In my dream I can hear my phone ringing in the distance and I reach for the night stand but honestly I have absolutely no idea where I last placed it the night before. When I realize that it could be my sister calling me I stand up and I frantically search the room for it.