Insanity At Its Best

23 - belong

Separated by Oshi

The thought of leaving him to bask in his denial sounds appealing but I do the opposite.

I pick up his shirt from the floor and throw it over my head. I grab my underwear along with it.

I walk across the cold floor towards the stairs.

Slowly I walk up trying to listen to his voice in the distance. I push open the door to his bedroom to see him talking to his reflection.

He mutters most of the words making it hard, nearly impossible to hear.

It's too soon

Too fast

She won't understand

It's better this way

Too close

He senses my presence and turns around.

"What are you still doing here?" He asks confused and I walk further into the room.

"Why do you deny it?" I ask him and he turns away with a wave of his hand.

"You know, it's not nice to sneak up on people" he chuckles and I furrow my eyebrows.

"You need me. Admit it" I say and he turns around immediately.

"It's not nice to get people when their least expecting it" he growls and I walk closer until his body is an inch away.

"Yeah? Well it's not nice to drive people crazy but you do it anyway" I say angrily.

"Your driving me more insane than I already am Harley!" He yells in my face and I grab it in my hands.

"How?"

"Your changing me. I don't like it. I don't" he shakes his head and I shake mine.

"It's okay. It's normal. Just let it in Jack. Let me in" I tell him and he shakes his head.

"I won't leave just as long as you don't leave me" I whisper and he looks up.

"I won't leave" he says and wraps an arm around my waist.

"Good" I smile and kiss him.

My heart erupts in a pool of warm fuzziness. Butterflies flutter in my stomach for possibly the first time.

His hands are everywhere. Holding me, gliding down me. Their soft touches yet urgent touches makes me smile all the more.

His fingers comb through my messy blonde hair. Mine comb through his slightly sweaty jet black hair.

This is exactly where we both belong.

Whether or not he wants to admit it.