In Hiding // Ricky 'Horror' Olson

I Want You To Show Me What A Bitch You Can Be

|Harley's POV|

I knocked on Ricky's door for the seventeenth time tonight, "Ricky, I know you're in here, just open up." Oh, did I fail to tell you that Ricky and I got a house together. Yeah, my dad eventually caught on pretty quickly, kicking both me and Ricky out, haven't seen him since, but it didn't really matter anyway, I mean, I was 17 at the time and Ricky was 19 so we were able to work it out just fine. The guys had left a few hours ago, assuming they all had something to do. 

I sighed, finally had enough as I went downstairs, into the garage that was connected to the kitchen and got out one of those crowbar things before making my way upstairs and back to Ricky's room before prying it open, dropping the heavy, metal bar before me as I went to go sit next to his laying body.

"Why're you in here?" He asked, turning away from me.

"Because I want to talk to you," I laid down, throwing my arm over his torso.

"There's nothing to talk about," he picked my arm up off him, setting it beside me.

I just rolled my eyes, wrapping my arm over him again earning a frustrated sigh, "why are you so mad me?" He finally looked over at with an unimpressed look. He suddenly looked down at my engagement ring, rolling his eyes.

"Because."

"That doesn't answer my question, Rick."

He groaned, throwing his forearm over his eyes. "Harley, can you please just get out of my room before I do something I'll regret."

"What if I don't. What will you do that you'll regret?" I tempted, rubbing my hand up and down his tattooed arm. He clenched his jaw. I didn't even notice he had his hand placed on my inner thigh until he tightened his grip. I leaned down towards his ear, "kiss me, Ricky."

He wasted no time. He jumped on top of me, pinning down my arms before immediately rolling his hips on mine, reaching down to connect our mouths.

I moaned into his mouth earning my lip getting bit. He ducked his head down, immediately going to the side of my neck where he already knows where my sweet spot is at. "Ricky," he looked up, confused. I leaned up on my forearms and whispered, "I want you to show me what a bitch you can be."

* * *

I collapsed on top of Ricky, not bothering to get dressed and neither did he, the sound of our heavy breathing filled the room.

"We haven't done that in awhile," he chuckled breathlessly. I smiled lightly, my eyes heavy.

"Goodnight, Harley."

"Night, Ricky."

* * *

"What is it you wanted to talk about, baby?" I nearly cringed at the sound of him calling me baby, my eyes slightly watering. I looked up the stairs, down the hall and into Ricky's room as he went to the bathroom, leaving his door open.

I grabbed his larger hand lightly, a tear slipping from my left eye as he interwinded our fingers. I brought him outside, onto the back patio before quickly wiping the tears away. "Jesse, I-," he cut me off.

"Baby, if this is about what happened between you and Ricky last night then I just want you to know that I am hurt, but I forgive you. I forgive you because I love you and I want to be with you forever. I want to watch you walk down that isle as I shed a few tears 'cause you're just so beautiful, no matter what anybody thinks or says, you're perfect. I want to be able to have a family with you in the future and watch them grow with you. I want that for us so I'm forgiving you. I love you, Harley, so much."