Addiction

chapter eleven

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"One little kiss and I'll leave you alone," She whines.

"Why now all of a sudden?"

"I w-want to know what it feels like, what it feels like wi-..."

"Spit it out"

"W-With you."

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"That'll have to wait then" I murmured.

I'm still right on top of her, and I'm still "physically" frustrated also.

She nods, I can tell she's embarrassed but he reassure her its fine. "Can we sleep close like we did last night?" she asks softly, pressing her boundaries with him again.

I exhale dramatically loud.

She's driving me crazy.

Whys she doing this to me?

I get annoyed at her for not trusting me and not letting me in, then I completely go and reject her; not once, but twice.

Fuck I've contradicted myself so bad. But my mind eases when I realise why I'm doing it. And It's for both of our benefits.

I'm not going to kiss her and do all "cute" shit with her just because she feels vulnerable or sorry for me because she keeps letting me down, I'm not going to be one pitied...no fucking way.

I'm also not doing it due to the fact, that once ill kiss her I'd probably never stop and ill crave her even more. I won't let her go, nor leave... I can't do that to her. I get attached way too easily and I honestly don't know what I'd do if she ever told me to stop or leave.

But if she continues to act and want me, the way I want her over the next couple of days; Then sure, I'll give in and do whatever she wants me to do with her... I'll be her slave.

It absolutely kills me to do this. "Nup, can't do that either."

"You wanted me, but now you don't?" She leaks with a bitter and sad tone.

She's also eying me down like she's ready to kill me. I can tell consciousness erupts in her now as well, due to my constant rejection.

But I'm also pissed at the fact that she would think I would give up so easily and wouldn't want her.

"You have no idea how hard this is to say no... its actually killing me, but; I'm doing it for a reason and I want you to understand that okay angel."

"Okay. I-I trus-...don't worry"

Knowing she won't say the line I want her to say; I turn around and walk away but she holds my arm and turns me around.

"I trust you Blake"

I grab her quickly; clasping her in a brief, tight hug before releasing her.

"Did you mean that?"

"Don't let me down...Please."

"Pinkie promise." I pop my last little finger out and wrap it round' her own, squeezing firmly.

She chuckles at my childish behaviour.

My hand suddenly aches and I remember that its still healing, due to the fact that I punched my window, brought on by my dad's cruel actions.

Don't think about him.

After tonight's fun filled events, I can tell Harper is worn out; due to her hair all messed up and growing black circles forming underneath her eyes. "C'mon, bed time"

She looks at me then the bed, then at me again, gesturing if I'm sleeping with her or hinting at the previous question she was asking me just moments ago.

"You're on the bed, I'm on the floor." I direct.

"No."

"Yes?"

"This is your flat; I'm not going to drive you out of your own bed because I'm being a needy bitch."

"It's not that at all."

"Well what is it?" She pushes.

For fuck sakes

"As I said, I'm doing it for a reason and I need you to understand; besides, the carpet isn't that uncomfortable." I really do hope shell just shut up and not ask any more questions.

"Argh okay, I'm sorry for whatever it is bu-"

"Shut up." I grin in order for her smile back and stop talking a load of shit.

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I walk into the kitchen and strip down into my boxers and brush my teeth, she soon follows in after and cleans her own as well.

All of my unfolded, piled clothes on the ground are moved next to the bed and I bunch them up, creating a mattress. I'm actually considering taking back what I said to her tonight and just asking her to sleep on the floor instead...but that would be rude, so I can't do that.

Idoit.

Once I finished setting up; I grab a few spare blankets, lie down and wrap myself in them.

I look up at harper above me and ask her to flick the lamp off. She agrees and reaches her arm out to do so, only for me to notice she's not wearing a shirt like she usually does, nor can I see a bra strap covering her shoulders.

Thank god for the blankets covering her boobs or I would be straight in there with her doing who knows what and I don't think she would stop me, not from the ways she's been feeling tonight.

"Hey Harp?"

"Mmhm?" She hums.

"Are you naked in my bed?"

"Of course not... I'm wearing underwear."

Oh my, fuck

Even though the room is in complete darkness, I can still envision a cheeky grin plastered on her face. She cuts me from my fantasies that begin to form in my head;

"The offer is still there if you want to join, I don't mind at all Blake"

Fuck her. Fuck her and her fucking sarcasm and attitude.

"No" I shoot, voice sounding frustrated.

She giggles before leaning down and softly stroking my hair with her warm, silky hands.

I now become aware that she is next to me, but on the bed. She's also sleeping on my side as well, she's pushing it but I love her banter all at the same time. I'm fucked.

Removing her hand she dismisses us both off for the frustrated night ahead, well for me at least.

"Night B"

"Night Harper"

She obnoxiously coughs until I correct my previous error.

"Night Angel."

Blankets ruffle and the room almost immediately goes silent. Peaceful.

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