Jealousy. - A Virat Kohli fanfiction. [Completed]

6. Too Hard To Resist.

Recap~~~~
Everyone's reactions had changed when I gulped the drink down in one.

There were a few 'omgs' thrown around. Out of everyone , Virat and Ranbir looked the most suprised.

After the awkward game of never have I ever had finished, a few of us were a bit bored, so we just decided to watch some old cricket matches that were on TV.

I grabbed everyone's drinks from the kitchen and put it on a tray, and put the tray on the table inside the living room.

Everyone was already on the sofa, chatting away to one another.

I saw that Virat was sitting on the 2 seater couch, on his phone on his own, so I went over to him and slouched down on the sofa next to him.

He shot me a weird look.

"What? There were no other seats available."

He rolled his eyes.

"I'm not on about that, dummy, I wouldn't mind you sitting on top of me if you had to. He smirked. That made me blush, so I pretended someone had texted me and I 'replied' to my text.

"What's your point, idiot?" I laughed and looked at him.

"My point is... did you really
think of kissing me? Like when we were playing the game?"

I looked at the floor, then back at him.

"Yeah, yes I have, but like not now, you used to look really good looking, but look at you now" I joked.

"I'm too hard to resist, I
know."

"Yeah, too hard to resist that's why your girlfriend cheated on you.." I mumbled.

I didn't realise I said that out loud until he got up, walked out and slammed the door, obviously that got everyone's attention.

I rolled my eyes, and followed him.

I checked everywhere downstairs , the kitchen, the dining room, the bathroom, the utility room, but he was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to look upstairs for him.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I noticed only one door was shut; my room. I assumed he was in my room so I walked over to it.

I knocked on the door twice, and no one answered.
"Virat?...." I said. I head some shuffling.

"Kohli." I chuckled, with a childish happy voice, I knew he liked it when I called him Kohli, even though we barely used to talk before these few weeks.

I heard some soft laughter.

"Aja."

I opened the door, and I saw him sitting on my bed, and he looked as if he'd been crying.

I walked in and shut the door behind me, and sat next to him.

"Why? Why would you say that?" He looked me dead in the eye, and he looked as if he was about to break down again.

"I-I'm sorry Virat. I didn't mean it. You know I didn't mean it, it just came out, I don't know what I was saying. Please forgive me Virat, I didn't mean it, I don't like seeing people upset." I said quickly, hoping he'd forgive me.