But I Need You || l.h.

Chapter 4

Her hair fell out of the ponytail it was being held in as I pushed her under me and into the comforter and pillows. Her hands quickly moved to the buttons on my shirt, hurriedly working on them, unbottoning it in record time. I pulled at her dress, easiy able to get it off and thrown across the room. I took a moment to look down and admire her. I took in every rise and fall of her chest as she gazed up at me, breathing hard. My eyes moved along her collarbone, smirking at the red marks I had proudly left behind. My eyes moved up and down every curve of her exposed skin, leaving what was covered to my own imagination. Her eyes flicked from my lips to my eyes as her lips shaped around my name, thought I was deaf to the sound of her voice. I held myself above her, just managing to keep hovering, teasing, taunting. After all of this, after everything, all the chasing, I finally had her where I wanted. Nearly naked. Beneath me. All for me. 

I whispered her name, my breath hot against her neck, "Megan." Her body squirmed beneath me, causing me to grab her hips and steady her. I did it again and again, listening as her breathing shallowed. My name escaping her lips in pants. All this and we hadn't even done that much yet. Her cold fingers crept up my body, just barely brushing the skin now uncovered by my open shirt. She bit her lip and looked up at me, smirking as her hand wrapped around the back of my neck. I chuckled as I let her pull my head down. I could almost feel the softness of her lips, so much different than any other hookup ever, but this wasn't just a hookup. There was something, something bigger. I let out a final breath and made the move to kiss her, except when I brought my lips down, she was gone. 

I blinked, still gone. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, opened them. Still gone. I frantically searched for her, ripping up the blankets in this bed, scurrying around the pillows, tossing them every which way. Suddenly I heard her laugh and my head perked up. Across the room, she was wrapped up in some guys arms. I didn't even get a good look at him before I was knocking the wind out of him and pushing him to the ground. I got on top of him and started punching the shit out of his face, ignoring Megan's pleas for me to stop. This guy had fucked up my chances, he wasn't getting away clean.

After he stopped fighting, I climbed off him and wiped my face off. When I looked at my hand, I noticed the smear of blood across the back of it. I looked at Megan and offered my clean hand to her, she took it and pulled me close to her. Our foreheads came together and our eyes closed. I exhaled deeply and opened my eyes. Hers already stared back at me, eyeing me carefully. I reached my hand up to cup her cheek, pulling her face closer to mine.

"I can't," she whispered, suddenly turning her head away, "You're in too deep."

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I woke with a start, immediately throwing the covers off my body. I sat up, running my hand through my slightly sweaty hair. I let my head fall between my knees. 

"What is wrong with you," I whispered to myself, "Get a fucking grip, Luke."

I shook my head trying to rid Megan of it once and for all but nothing would do it. All I could see was my dream, replaying, over and over.

"No! No! No!" I yelled, hitting the side of my head as if that would do something.

Just then I heard a small rap on the door. Ashton's head poked through the cracked opening and cleared his throat, "Hey are you okay?" He asked, clearly aware that I was not indeed okay.

"Yeah fucking peachy," I scowled back at him.

He raised his hands in surrender and looked me dead in the eyes, "It's okay to have feelings Luke. It's okay to be confused about them."

I had enough of this. "I'm not fucking confused about any fucking thing," I shouted back at him, noticing the flinch and falter in his expression. "The only thing that even fucks with my head is why you all seem to think that there's something going on! Like all I did was remember a fucking girl's name and suddenly it's the fucking apocalypse and you're all treating me different. What the fuck man?" I was breathing heavy now, standing about five feet away from him.