Too good to go (A Kingsland Road fanfiction)

Part 8

Thompson's P.O.V.-

"Bye guys, bye Amy, I'll see you tomorrow." I smile, as Matt stops outside my girlfriend Lucy's house and I step out the car.

I wave the rest of the boys and Amy and Nadine as Matt drives off, and I start to approach Lucy's door. I doubt she's in seeing as all the lights are off, and I quickly get my key out of pocket, sliding it in the lock. The door opens with ease I walk in, before closing the door.

"Lucy?" I call out.

Nothing.

I sigh and quickly unlace my shoes, throwing them off before turning on the light to the computer study.

Lucy's 21, she's beautiful as anything, with long brown shiny hair, glittering hazel brown eyes and the perfect figure. We've been together 3 years, and her parents are rich, which means she has the most beautiful house all to herself.

I open the glass door and go into the kitchen, turning on the lights. They turn on and I slide over to the cupboard, pulling it open. I haven't spoken to Lucy for three weeks, I dont know if there's a problem between us or she's just really busy with her career, to be honest I never know any more.

I rummage through the cupboards, trying to find any type of romantic food to cook, when I head the front door close, and a voice behind me.

"Thompson?" Lucy asks. I spin round and she's standing there, hands full of shopping bags, mascara running down her face.

"What are you doing here?" She asks, as she places her bags on the floor.

"I came to see you."

"Came to see me? Are you serious Thompson? I haven't seen you in what, 3 weeks? And then you just pop out of no where saying you wanted to see me? Why now? Why not yesterday? Or last week? Sometimes I don't even think I am you're girlfriend, I'm just some thing for you to play with when you've got nothing else to do! I dont get it.3 years we've been together, but ever since a few months ago we never talk. I dont get it. Please, I'm actually begging you. Do you not love me anymore? Am I too different? Tell me what's really going on or its over. I cant cope anymore. Our 3 years will be done. So please Thompson." Lucy cries, mascara running down her snow white pale face.

"Lucy, I'm sorry. I'm so so so so sorry " I say.

"You dont love me?"

"What, no! Of course I do, I love you more than anything." I insist, edging towards her. She flinches but doesn't move, so my hands are soon attached to her side, pulling her closer towards me. "I've always loved you, you think that if I didn't love you I wouldn't of ended it by now? I love you, okay?" I carry on.

"I love you too." She mutters. I hug her tightly, wrapping my arms round her waist. I would ask her why she's crying, but she never tells me.

"I haven't got any food, I was gonna order pizza." She tells me.

"Lets do that then." I smile. She stops hugging me and leaves, going into the living room. I turn off the kitchen light and follow her, as she collapses onto the sofa.

"I've missed you." I whisper into her ear as I sit down next to her. She turns to me and smiles, before standing up.

"The thing is that I've missed you more." She whispers as she crawls onto my lap.

"I don't think you can."

I slide my warm hands onto her small pale face, and her lips come in contact with mine. Before I know it she's pinned against a wall, my arms above her head as I kiss her roughly.

"Let's take this upstairs." I whisper roughly into her ear, as I pick her up. She wraps her legs round my waist as I carry her upstairs. Her bedroom door burst open, and I push her back onto the bed, kissing her harder and harder by every touch.