Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

An Eventful Lunch

I grabbed the phone, sliding the screen to answer the call. "Oh my god, Dallas, I'm so sorry, I totally forgot, please don't yell at me, please don't." I bit my lip, waiting anxiously for his reply.

"Listen," I could hear his voice through gritted teeth, breathing hard. "I'm horny and ready for you. If you come now and give me an overwhelmingly good time, then we can forget all about this."
I narrowed my eyes, cringing at his words. 'I'm horny and ready for you? If we'll have an ''overwhelmingly good time?'' 

My inner radar was screaming "what the fuck is wrong with this kid????"

Forcing myself to ignore his weird ass comments, I focused on the cash and threw on a pair of sweatpants, agreeing to be at his place in ten. I sprayed on a little bit of perfume, then put on my coat and grabbed my phone, walking down the stairs and out of my apartment.

I took the subway there, and in a few minutes I was at Dallas's apartment. After tapping the buzzer, I waited for him to come to the door, and rocked back and forth in my Converses.

He opened the door, shirtless, with a ticked off expression on his face. "Come in," he said, gesturing with his hand. I stepped in and he shut the door behind me, then he grabbed me by my hips and pushed me against the wall. My body slammed against it, and Dallas pressed his lips against my neck, slobbery and wet. I tried not to grimace and ran my hand through his hair. Patience, Alexa.

We eventually made it to the bedroom and I laid down on the bed, as he grabbed my shirt and shoved it over my head, then doing the same with my pants. He ran his hand down my stomach, and instead of heat, I felt disgust, as usual. Having sex with him was so meaningless, so insignificant. My body felt hollow, like I was just here, but my soul wasn't.

I wanted to see what it was to have sex with the person you loved. I've only had a few serious relationships before, but I didn't feel the way I thought it should. I felt empty, lonely almost, even though there was another person was in the room with me.

After we had sex (which you don't need the details for, I did exactly as I promised on the phone) we laid in bed. I checked the time on my phone and it was somewhere around 4 in the morning. Wrapping the white bedsheets around me, I stared up at the ceiling. Dallas's breathing became steady and even beside me. 

I wonder what Porter was doing right now. Was he lying in bed, asleep? Or was he still awake? I yawned, and gripped the pillow to the right of me.

I wanted to see him again. I wanted to get to know him, and see more of his adorable little smile, that just lit up my heart. 

But I know he wasn't thinking of me. He's a famous producer, he has more important things on his mind, and relationships are especially not on that list. I needed to focus on getting money for my apartment mortgage, and university, and necessities. I swallowed, and closed my eyes. My thoughts eventually drifted back to Porter, even after I tried to block them out.

In a few short minutes, I fell asleep, thinking of our walk just a few ours ago, his last little wave the last image in my head before I floated off into dreamland.

I woke up the next morning with my phone crashing against my forehead.

"Your phone won't shut the fuck up," said an annoyed voice from beside me.

Turning next to me, I narrowed my half-asleep eyes and saw Dallas looking irritated in my direction. I reached for my phone on my pillow and saw that I was receiving a call from Tess.

"Hello?" I said, yawning.

"Alex!" Said Tess on the other line. "Hey. Where are you? I tried to stop by your apartment but no one answered the door."
My stomach dropped as I tried to think of a lie. Normally Tess didn't catch me after night spent at Dallas's house - I was pretty good at keeping it secretive.