♥Fighting Over A Seat In Costa♥ - [1st book]✔

♥Chapter 12♥

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I'm writing this chapter before the storm hits the UK so I'm quite anxious on the fact that my electricity will be affected. . .

This chapter is dedicated to @BeautifulPoet! Go read her fan fiction (Niall Horan) which is called 'Feel My Heartbeat'!

Also stay safe, all you British readers and pray for the 14 year old boy who got dragged into the sea in this weather! :(

Also, if I'm going to update everyday as it is the holidays (woho!), the chapters will be quite short, depending on my inspiration and time -.-

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Everyone has had those moments where they have thought about how they're going to say something to someone.

You know what you're going to say and when the time comes . . . your plan backfires.

My words backfired and I was left alone, speechless.

"So how have you been for the last 7 weeks, 1 day, 15 hours and 32 minutes," I asked Matt.

Yes, I counted in my head how long along I had last seen Matt, deal with it people I have problems right now!

Matt stared at me with amusement, a cocky grin slowly appearing.

"You counted as well?"

I looked at him, surprised that he had done the same.

"I want you back Jasmine," he whispered prostrating his head, "I need you."

Wait, what?

It felt like his words had several meanings. He was probably referring to the job and how he wanted and needed me back.

"Will you come back," he pleaded me.

I looked down at him as he begged on his knees. He didn't look at me as I heard him sob quietly. I crouched down on the broken glass that represented Matt.

I ignored the sharp transparent glass underneath me and focused on Matt.

Did I want to come back?

"I need answers Matt," I stated.

This was the only way I could get answers out of him; when he was vulnerable. It seemed a bit mean and cruel to take advantage of him in this position but I had no other option.

He understood which I was thankful for.

"Jasmine," he sighed but I put my hand out to stop him talking, "you want me; I want answers," I shrugged, "simple."

He glared at me, his grey eyes burning into me.

Within a blink he had my back slammed against the white wall.

I gulped as his 6 foot figure was intimidating me.

"You know, you should do as your told Kitty Cat," he whispered huskily into my ear.

I rolled my eyes at his controlling tone even though it was a huge turn on. I managed to flip our positions so his back was facing the wall. He fought back for a few seconds as I tried to pin him down. He gave up and glared at me again.

"You know, you should do as your told Puppy Boy," I smirked in satisfaction and he quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

"Puppy Boy?"

"Because you're tried to act all big but I know that you're weak and you are not a man, you are a boy," I smirked whispering into his ear whilst on my tip toes. I heard a soft growl escape his lips and I think my heartbeat increase of the thought that I had caused a sexy groan to escape his lips.

"Look who's talking," he smirked at me.

My back was pinned against the wall as he flipped us around.

He chuckled, "you're scared Kitty Cat and I can feel it. You're scared of a lot of things but you bury it deep inside your broken heart," he caressed my check. No matter how much I didn't want him to caress my check, I didn't say anything because I was simply enjoying his touch.
 
"You are afraid, scared of people approaching you and you don't let anyone in easily. You constantly battle with your inner demons and ask yourself whether you should let someone in. You shield yourself from the cruel world that can hurt you in every possible way; emotionally and physically. You cannot trust people easily hence why you were so poignant when Abid left. He was your rock, the one who protected you from danger and once he left, you broke down, having no one to run to. You cried yourself to sleep and blamed love for one of the reasons why Abid moved. If he did not like men, then he would not have kicked out. On top of that you are extremely insecure. People have superstitions and they compare you and your family to those superstitions. They had brought your confidence down and you are still recovering from their words. You are beautiful in every single way yet words seem to bring you down." I looked at him for a few minutes.

"You don't want any flies to build a home in there do you love?" he closed my dropped jaw and smirked.

"How do you know that," I stammered, fear visible in my tone and facial expression.

It was freaky yet great that someone understood me without asking me.

He cocked his head to the side, "Kitty Cat. . ." He murmured. He licked his thumb and commanded me to "close your eyes."

At first I hesitated but I gave in and closed my eyes.

I felt his thumb wipe across underneath my eye lids. Then I felt a soft material wipe across my checks and forehead.

"Open your eyes," he said softly. I opened them and saw him hold up a handkerchief with black and dark cream smudges.

"What did you do to me, I gasped touching my makeup free face.

"I don't like it when you wear makeup," he shrugged then shoved the handkerchief into his pocket.

"How dare you," I hissed, "you just ruined my face," my anger had no affect on him.

"Your ears have gone red," he commented as he brushed my hair behind my ears. I blushed red and shivered at the sudden touch.

"I don't understand why you wear makeup," he said softly as he continued to tuck in all my loose strands of hair behind my ear.

“I don’t know why you won’t tell me the meaning behind your words, am I fired? What do you mean by ‘I need you’? Please tell me,” I almost begged with my tone which was so unlike me. I made sure I got what I wanted, but I would never beg. This was the first time I wanted to know something so badly.

He sighed and closed his eyes, “please Jasmine, give me time, I’m not ready. Like you, I don’t tend to trust people easily. I haven’t had the best life and this has made me to lose faith in relationships. The reason why I fired you was because I didn’t want to become attached to you because I know you will hurt me and I won’t be able to bear it anymore,” he looked down, his eyes watery.

“Shh,” I pressed my finger against his lips. I shook my head from speaking.

“I also don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

He didn’t want to hurt me. . . Aww!

“I promise you, you won’t hurt me and I won't hurt him,” I tried reassuring him.

I wasn’t going to hurt him or his broken soul . . . or let anyone hurt him in any way.

I engulfed him into a hug. We just stood there and hugged which felt nice . . . great . . . the right place to be. . .