him

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October 8th, 2016

i applied the last touches to my bubblegum pink eyeshadow, which coincidentally also matched the midi dress i chose to wear that night. i then moved onto my winged eyeliner. this part frustrates me every time i try to attempt it, this thin black cat line hates me i swear.

i sprayed some of my favourite perfume, dkny apple sourz, all around my body. head to toe smelling fantastic. i was almost ready, just had to tie my heels up and leave. i was waiting for this night for weeks, super excited i couldn't keep still. i looked one last time into the mirror to check everything and make sure i looked perfect. for him.

i could hear the music echoing through the walls from around the corner. i walked into the house where the party was held that night, the door was open already so i let myself in. the whole living room was filled with sweaty and intoxicated bodies. i pushed through the hot room to find the kitchen, i got stuck in the middle of the moshpit. i was looking around all the tall boys were surrounding me, smiling and laughing into my face. i suddenly became very conscious and aware. somehow i heard thumps from the stairs, it was him.

he walked down the stairs so effortlessly with a face full of frustration. this was my cue to jump in. i managed to push away from the moshpit. i walked up to him, our eyes connected. he grinned, pulling me closer as i came close to him. his arm wrapped around my waist, and the other snaking down my spine and onto my arse. i giggled into his ear, my face crooked into his neck. his hand squeezed my arse a little tight, which made my body jump. i squealed. he grinned. sadly i couldn't see his smile, but i could definitely feel the shape of his perfectly shaped face change. i could feel his breath hitting my sweet spot on the side of my neck. "hello" i said completely happy and in a zone. "hello, you look amazing tonight" he said letting go of me to admire my full body. "thank you" i could feel the hotness rise on my cheeks.

the night grew older and darker. my body was close to drowning in the alcohol that was being shoved down my throat every two seconds. i had done countless shots and drunk random drinks which were just lying around the place ( which was probably not the best idea to do ). i couldn't think and digest what was happening at every given moment throughout the night. my head was spinning and i couldn't stop laughing. i was having an amazing night and i was living up my expectations.

we was dancing together. spinning, waist grabbing, two stepping and every dance move under the sun. everything was great. he kept speaking sweet words into my ears, making my body filled with chills. but my head suddenly felt heavy and so did my body. i felt like sleeping, i just wanted to sleep. my body became weak, "please let me sit" i said slurring every letter that came out my mouth. he held me up while i stumbled over to the couch. "you ok?" he said sounding concerned and raising his voice over the music. i looked up at his tall figure towering over me. he looked beautiful, an angel. "yes. i just have a headache over this music" i barely pronounced my words correctly. i was getting confused and frustrated at the booming music which was getting muddled with the beating of my heart. "just sit here for a second, let me get you water" he said holding onto my arm and whispering into my ear. "ok, i want to lay" i remember saying as i started falling to one side. he held me up, lifting me up holding my hand and arm. "you can go lay in my bed if you'd like" he said politely. i nodded, walking forward to the stairs. he helped me walk up each of the stairs. the music was quietening. my eyes were blurry and i couldn't remember what door was his. i moved towards one of the doors but he held me back, "no that's my brothers room" he giggled. he pushed open the door to his room. i suddenly felt a gust of wind which hit me, making me even more drunk as i finally felt all the alcohol catching up to me. i stumbled on my feet, nearly falling over but gladly onto the bed. he untied my heels and pulled them gently off my feet. i squealed tightening my toes together, "don't look at my toenails i didn't paint them" i said like a little child. he laughed, "shut up i don't care what your feet look like" he smiled. i covered my face as my cheeks blushed, i could smell the lingering alcohol on my hands. my eyes shut gently, the sleep covering over my body. i felt the sheets being tugged and gently placed over my body. i snuggled into the bed feeling an amazing sensation tingle on my skin.

my eyes wasn't able to open fast enough as i felt the weight of the bed get lighter and tip toe noises across the room towards the door. my lips partnered "please don't leave me alone" i said managing to talk without slurring too many times. the footsteps came nearer to me again. he leant over my body "i will never leave you. i just thought you wanted me to let you catch some sleep." he said sounding pleased. i opened my eyes slowly, the light was already switched off. i grabbed his face pulling it towards mine. "i'm sorry. that was rude. you can leave me. it's your party, you don't want to miss it." i said placing a kiss on his lips. he kneeled on one knee on the side of the bed, pulling in his face inches away from mine. "i would rather be here than with all them. i would rather be anywhere with you, than without you." he said, which left me breathless. i laid there, his face inches away from mine. my body was still and i couldn't tell if that was the alcohol not mixing with my organs, but my body couldn't move. i felt so amazing and so special.

i blanked out for a second. i was kissing him, passionately. i didn't quite realise what was going on so i carried on with the motion of our lips. it felt so amazing and quite like a dream. i wasn't sure if the drink was taking over the best of me, but yet i wasn't sure if i was doing this right. we kept kissing, our bodies so close together we couldn't get any closer. we kept grabbing onto parts of each other's body, the sensational feeling of the lust and complete enjoyment was making this so much more pleasurable. but for a second i started to connect all the dots together, we was getting closer and closer to the moment that i've been waiting to happened for before i could remember. everyone had gone through it and now it was my turn.

his hands were gripping slightly tight onto my boobs, squeezing them a bit more each time i moaned. he was thrusting into me harder than when he first started. by now i was trying to stop my moans, yet i had the urge just to scream. the room was filled with our love sounds. i didn't feel so drunk by now, the drink had washed out of my body with my other fluids.

we laid on the bed, heavily breathing and both staring at the ceiling. i turned to face him, i wanted to say something. but before i could get a word out he cut me off, "that was amazing." he smirked.  i couldn't help but giggle with embarrassment and a slight happiness. he turned his body to completely face me, "right?" he said like a little child, still sweat beads sitting on the very top of his forehead. "yes. amazing for my first time" i said. but instantly regretted what i said as i felt like such a loser. he laughed "don't get embarrassed. it's natural, and it's what you wanted didn't you?" he said a small bit of hope left his lips. i turned around throwing my arm over his body, "yes! of course i wanted it. i wouldn't of wanted it with anyone else" i smiled kissing his lips. he pecked me back. i could feel the room getting hotter and my whole body feeling completely relaxed. i laid in his room with complete happiness. my night couldn't of got any better.

i laid on the floor, my head on the toilet seat chucking up pieces of food that i'd had earlier when i was at home. my night just got worse. as i was being sick i could feel my whole body going into shock, my back was arching and my makeup was running down my face with the tiers that were pouring out. i could only remember my best friend standing next to me one hand holding my already infected hair and the other rubbing my back. i turned around wiping my mouth to face her. "don't worry your already over everyone's snapchat." she laughed histerically. "i fucking hate you" i said coughing even more and spitting bits out my mouth. i was beyond embarrassed. my dad had to pick me up and i had to go home. i felt dead.

a/n
should i post the next chapter?

do you like the idea of this plot?

should i make it a dolan story or keep it mysterious & just label the boy as 'him' throughout the whole story, so you can use your imagination?????

let me know your thoughts please !