Happy Lowman Imagines

Come And See Me

Request: Happy imagine base on 'Come and See Me' by partynextdoor.

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You sat against the headboard, the white sheets covering your naked body and Happy passed you the joint.
You inhaled deeply, dragging the smoke into you before letting it leave your lips.
Smoke lingered in the air as you both sat in bed, recovering from another late night session.
Happy lay next to you, and your eyes studied the tattoos on his torso and chest.
Your fingers traced them lazily and you passed the joint back to him.
Three months now, this had been going on.
He'd call you and you'd go, run to him and make love before leaving again. And it would be days, or even weeks before you heard from him again.
He was your comfort, the only constant in your life.
He didn't speak often, but when he did you clung to his words, desperate to hear more of the sweetest sound.
You knew you were hopeless when it came to Happy Lowman. All he had to do was snap his fingers and you'd be there.
"I should go." You said quietly, breaking the silence.
Happy looked at you, his dark eyes searching your face before he nodded.
You stood, letting the sheet drop to the bed and you walked naked across the dorm room, searching for your clothes that were scattered over the floor.
Happy watched you dress, his eyes burning your skin silently.
You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your hair on top of your head, securing it into a high messy bun. You slipped your boots on and stood.
Happy sat up in he bed and you leant over him.
He kissed you deeply, his hands holding your face to his gently.
You pulled away slightly, your eyes looking into his.
"Goodnight, Happy." You whispered.
He looked deeply into your eyes, making you feel insecure under his intense gaze.
"Goodnight, little girl." He spoke lowly.
You straightened and grabbed your bag off the floor, slinging it over your shoulder as you left the dorm.
You walked out of the clubhouse, the cool night air drifting over your skin and you welcomed it.
The night was quiet, the only sound was your footsteps across the concrete as you walked to your car.
You opened the door quietly and slid in, starting the engine instantly and winding the windows down before quietly closing the door.
The car pulled out of the lot, and the street lights shone down on you though the windscreen as you drove.
The lights blurred past you from passing cars and street lights, the neon lights of businesses illuminating your face as you drove through the night, the cool air blowing the loose strands of hair around your face.
You sighed as you slowed the car and pulled into your driveway, shutting the car off and walking swiftly to the front door.
You opened it slowly and entered, back to reality. back to your life and the loneliness that swallowed you.

Your eyes flickered open as the sound of your phone going off broke the silence of the night.
You groaned as you rolled over and reached for your phone.
Your eyes squinted shut as you looked at the screen, the bright light burning your eyes.
'Come over.'
You sighed and closed your eyes.
You were tired of this. It had been eight days since you'd left Happys room, and you hadn't heard from him at all. Not until now.
You opened your eyes and bit your lip as you typed.
It's 2am Hap.
You hit send and dropped the phone and stared up at the ceiling, your eyes adjusting to the darkness.
Your phone went off and you looked at the screen.
So?
You scoffed.
You were tired of being a doormat. He only spoke to you when he wanted to. He didn't really care. He never asked about you.
It's too late, Happy. Goodnight.
You turned your phone off and closed your eyes.
This was for the best.
You had feelings for Happy but he was using you. You were just a distraction, someone to keep his bed warm.
You hadn't minded, not at first, but now you were getting real feelings for him.
And every time you left his room and didn't hear from him your heart broke a little more.
Happy stared at the phone, a frown on his face.
It's too late, Happy. Goodnight.
The words played over and over in his head and Happy stared at the phone, twirling it in his hands.
You never said no.
Whenever he called, you'd come, whenever he'd text, you'd come.
It's too late, Happy. Goodnight.
Why were you doing this? He needed you. You calmed him down, made him feel something. But he couldn't get too close, this life was too dangerous, and he thought you understood that.
Happy sighed and tossed his phone across the room before flipping down onto the bed and closing his eyes.
It's too late, Happy. Goodnight.

"I've had a really nice night with you, (y/n)." James said, and smiled at you as he drove.
You smiled back at him warmly.
"Me too, James."
You had known James for a few months now, he was a regular at work and after politely declining his date offers for a while you had finally agreed.
It's not like you had a future with Happy; you hadn't even heard from him in two weeks, and even if you had you knew it would just me another booty call.
You weren't exactly lying.
Your date with James had been good, he was a nice guy and he made you laugh.
But his eyes were blue and you missed the darkness.
His skin was bare and you missed the intricate tattoos.
He was a good guy that made you laugh, and you missed the bad boy that made you moan.
He drove in silence, both of you looking out of the windows contently.
James began to hum and you smiled to yourself as he reached his hand across the car and intertwined his fingers with yours.
The car pulled into your street and you scanned the passing fences and houses.
James pulled to a stop in front of your house and turned the car off before turning to you.
"I'd really like to do this again." He said warmly.
You reached down and grabbed your bag and pulled it onto your lap.
"Yeah, me too. I'd-"
You stopped mid sentence.
Your eyes had looked past James, out the window and into the street.
Where Happy stood, leaning against his bike and a cigarette pressed between his lips.
"Happy." You whispered.
James chuckled.
"You make me happy too, (y/n)."
You snapped back to reality and smiled awkwardly before quickly pecking his cheek.
"I'll call you." You said and hurriedly got out of the car.
"Night, babe." James called and pulled into the street.
You watched him drive until the tail lights disappeared around the corner, your heart beating in your throat.
Across the street Happy watched you, standing in your driveway with wide eyes and your lips opened slightly.
He tossed his cigarette to the ground and walked across the street.
"Hey little girl." Happy said, and you realised how much you had missed his raspy voice.
"What are you doing here, Hap?" You asked quietly.
Happy ignored tie question and paced circles around you, his dark eyes taking in every inch of you.
"I thought we had a deal." He said as he stopped moving and stood in front of you his face blank.
"What deal?" You asked and crossed your arms over your chest.
"Your mine. Not his." Happy growled.
You laughed bitterly.
"I'm yours? Fuck you, Happy! I'm only yours when it's convenient! I go days without hearing from you, weeks even! So don't you dare try and make me your fucking property!" You snapped.
You breathed heavily, your body trembling with rage as you finally spoke the words you had been holding back for so long.
He raised his eye brows at your words and nodded slowly.
"I need you, (y/n)." He said.
"No, Happy. You need my pussy. You don't give a shit about me! That's why you've never come here before, why you've never asked me about myself! You know, you could come and see me for once, Hap! You don't 'need me'!" You yelled.
Happy growled and stepped closer to you, his hands grasping your arms roughly.
"You think I only want to fuck you?" He laughed darkly. "I've got plenty of pussy, babygirl. But none of them make me feel the way you do." His breath was hot on your lips and he stepped closer to you.
"None of them calm me the way you do. You think I don't want you? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to stay away from you?" He growled.
You stared into the darkness of his eyes.
"I'm a killer, (y/n). I've done things that would give you nightmares forever little girl. But this life is dangerous, that's why I've kept you away. But I can't stay away from you. I try but I can't do it."
His hands held your arms tighter and his face was inches from yours.
He wasn't yelling anymore, his voice was quiet and low and you breathed in every word he said.
"Happy." You whispered.
You pressed your lips against his and he kissed you back hungrily, his hands moving from your arms to your waist.
"Your mine." He growled against your lips.
You nodded and kissed him back deeply.
"I'm yours."