Just What I Am.

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Rakim's POV:

Nothing I hate more than being sober, without Hannah. It's hell. I love to think about the first time we fucked. She made chills go up my spine. Those finger tips, holy fuck there always so cold.

I jumped at the slam of the front door. Shit it's her.

All the boys started screaming her name. I have to pretend to be doing something. My mind raced. I jumped up and ran to my shower, leaving the door to the bathroom open.

The steam from the water flowed out the shower curtain.

"Rakim?!" her voice echoed through my room.

i kept quiet until I heard her footsteps on the bathroom floor.

I poked my head out, facing her.

"Hey baby!"

"Holy fuck I missed you!" she squealed, grabbing onto my neck, and mixing my lips with hers.

"What you waiting for get in here!" I said pointing at her clothes.

She smiled, then quickly removed her shirt.

Hannah's POV:

The warm water dripped off of his hands and onto mine. He kissed my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. I've never felt like this before.

"I love you Rakim, and I mean it."

"I love you too baby."

"Promise me you'll never leave without me."

"I promise."

I attempt to push him against the shower wall, but he wins. My back was immediately leaned against the soggy tile.

I watched him reach for the sink door.

"Rakim."

He looked up at me.

"You don't need one, remember?"

He smiled. I waited for him to get comfortable. He sat on the step built into the bath. Then he motioned me over to his lap.

He took slow heavy breathes, while squeezing his eyes shut.

"Rakim!" a deep voice screamed from outside of Rakim's room.

We both jumped. It wasn't any regular scream. It was a "get the fuck outta here scream".

He turned the water off and rushed his boxers on. I grabbed some skinny jeans and a cami.

I ran into his room while he talked to the rest of them in the living room. I pulled everything of mine out of the closet.

"Baby.." he said stressfully, while rubbing his forehead. He stood at the doorway.

"What happened?!"

"Someone stole our supply." he clenched his fists.

I raised my hands up to my mouth to hold my gasp in.

"Someone? That supply was massive! Rakim it wasn't just someone!" I paused, throwing my shit everywhere, "it's not fucking right!"

"Hannah it happens." he rested his hands on my shoulders.

I bursted out into tears. And as much as I hate to admit it.... I wasn't crying about the supply. I don't care about supply. Supply is easy to replace, we have a shit load of money.