Addicted

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Acacia's POV~

I was looking in the mirror, at myself, thinking about all the things I've been told about myself

'slut...whore...slag....'

They're all true, I'm addicted to sex, I can't help it. I've never felt any feelings for any of the guys I've slept with, or anyone.

I grabbed my bag and left for the bar, I've tried to get help before, about my addiction, and I tried to stop but it got worse, when I do it I can control it, control my need for sex.

'ID please' the man behind the bar asked, I hated when people asked for id, I was 17 and panicked every time someone asked, I grabbed my fake id and handed it to the man, he nodded and I quickly put it back into my purse.

I looked around at a near empty bar and sighed, everyone here was either really young or really old, I drank my drink and decided I would leave, find a busier bar. I stood up and walked to the door

"Ow" i yelled as someone walked into me, standing on my foot and breaking my heel, I nearly fell to the ground when they grabbed my hand, pulling me back up. I looked up slightly at a blonde guy

"I'm so sorry, are you okay" I smiled and nodded, his voice was soft, and he had a cute American accent

"Y..yeah its okay, I'm fine" I pulled my heels off and seemed to shrink alot more than usual, the guy was looking down at me smiling

"Are you sure? Let me at least buy you a drink" he put his hand on my lower back as we both walked to the bar

"Ill have a pint of larger please, and whatever the ladies having" I told the man what I wanted

"ID please" the guy sighed and handed the man his id, when be went off to get his drink he leant over to me

"Don't you just hate it when you get asked for ID when your over the age limit" he rolled his eyes and sighed once more, I smiled and the man handed me my drink, me and the guy went and sat down

"So I'm Nate, you are?" I smiled at him being cute, and actually nice which the majority of guys I meet lack

"Acacia"

"Well Acacia, I'm sorry I broke your heel" his accent sounded even better when saying my name, he smiled and I could smell beer in his breathe, knowing he was probably already half drunk

We spoke for a few hours about ourselves, I found out he was in a band, an unknown band who posted YouTube videos to their 100 subscribers, which is pretty good seeing as when I tried to be a YouTube star I got 1 subscriber.

It was getting pretty late by the time we had finished talking

"I think I'm gonna head home, it was good meeting you, see you around?" he stood up and nodded

"At least let me pay for a taxi so you don't have to walk bare foot" he laughed and I followed him outside

His house was before mine so we dropped him off first

"Wanna come in, save you getting a taxi alone, and I can give you some of my shoes to pay back for your broken heel?" he laughed again, a cute, contagious laugh which made me smile, I nodded and he helped me out of the taxi, he paid the man and we went inside

It was quite big and the décor was so nice, good for a guy who lived alone, with all his family in America. we sat on his sofa and talked about ourselves more, how he moved to England to try and improve his music. I looked at the time, 4am, we had been non stop talking for four hours. Nate was such a nice guy, so genuine, I really liked him. I started flirting with him, getting close, until the time was right. I leant in and our lips joined, I waited for him to kiss back

'Acacia, you're drunk and vulnerable' he said holding my hands

'No that's not why, I've had two drinks, I'm fine, promise' he looked at me for a moment and then moved me so I was on my back, lay on the sofa, him above me. he looked at my eyes and his lips lightly touched mine, gradually pressing harder, the he stopped. He flopped his body down next to me

'What's wrong?' he looked up at the ceiling

'Nothing, you can stay the night, ill sleep here you can have my bed' he smiled at me, still lay down

'But we were in the middle of something' I moved closer but nothing changed his mind

'My rooms over there' he pointed to a door behind him, I looked at the door, at him and at the door again. I sighed and got up, walking over to the door. I opened it to reveal a big room, the bed was up against one side of the wall, in another corner was a drum kit

'So what do you think' I spun around and saw Nate leaning on the door frame, he laughed at the fact he made me jump

'I think I want to see you playing them drums' he laughed and walked over to his chest of drawers.

'Maybe tomorrow, here' he said throwing one of the many tops he pulled out of a draw. it was long and yellow, I smiled and he walked back to the door

'Sleep well' he shut the door and I smiled to myself. I slipped the top on and got into the bed. All night I was thinking about Nate, I couldn't get him out of my head, whenever I closed my eyes to try and sleep I saw him smiling, laughing or kissing me. He did something to me, gave me a feeling I have never felt before, a feeling in my stomach and I couldn't decide if I liked it or not.