The Bad Boy's Girl (Valentine's Special)

He is sweeter than the chocolate. Maybe not.

This is my first ever attempt at writing so please be gentle  :p

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It's weird how fast the night changes. And in no way am I quoting One Direction. If anything, my life does not seem to have any direction at all. Judging by the way I am right now, in my over expensive silk robe (a gift from my mother) and surrounded by my most trusted companions – Kit Kats and Nutella, I am the definition of wreckage.

Up until 3 months ago, this would have been my normal weekend plans but not since Cole. Cole has changed my life in so many ways. But in this case for worse because he has been AWOL for the last 24 hours and I am worried sick. This guy has a notorious reputation in the entire town and I wonder what he has got his hands full of this time. Last I heard, he was with Alex and they both were looking as suspicious as serial killers. Not that I'm suggesting anything.

Weekends were boring now. Beth and Megan were off doing god knows what and Travis was somewhere in the house moping. But all I could think about was my blue-eyed monster. I might just call him a cookie-monster as well because he did eat my WHOLE pack of chocolate chip cookies, which for me is a monstrosity. I'm still salty about it.

Before I could enter the deep abyss of worry, I hear the doorbell go off. Taking my blanket along with me, to protect me from possible harm, I hurry down the steps. I try to peep through the window beside the door but it's too dark and Travis still hasn't switched on the porch lights. I open the door enough to let me peep through and my eyes are full blown as soon as I do. It's Cole. Standing there in all his Bad Boy glory with the wind-swept hair and his sexy smirk. Oh, his smirk.

I pull the door wide open to let him in but instead he takes hold of my wrist and pulls me into himself. He smells his usual nice self. And for a moment I'm dazed by the feeling of being home. I hadn't realized how much I had missed him.

"God Tessie, I've missed you!" He whispers in my hair. And I think, he creeps a little by smelling it.

"Me too." I smile to myself. "Where have you been, I was so worried. Didn't you think about calling me?" I pull away from him to give him a stern look that I know does not weaver him one bit.

"I'm sorry. I was just a little busy." He plays his ace by giving me his 'innocent' smile that he knows I can't resist.

"Now enough chit chatting, go and change."

I look down upon myself and then up into his eyes.

"Why?" He rolls his eyes and turns me by my shoulders.

"Because I said so." Now it's my turn to roll my eyes but he doesn't see it because he is busy pushing me up the stairs.

Once we reach my room he settles me down on the bed and strides towards my wardrobe.

He keeps rummaging through my out-dated and completely disastrous clothes until he finds what he is looking for. He pulls out my black ripped jeans along with a plain white tshirt. He then turns towards me with a raised eyebrow holding his jacket that I had forgotten to return.

"Change into them. I'll be waiting outside." He leaves me hopelessly staring at the pile of clothes in my lap and exists the room.

I don't waste much time. I lock the door behind me make sure to switch the porch lights on. Because Travis didn't. Still.