Hadley: An Ansel Elgort Fan Fiction

Chapter 9

I sat on the curb at the edge of Ansel's driveway, contemplating what I was going to say to him. I didn't usually think before I spoke or acted, and look where that got me. It wasn't muggy like it had been for the most part since summer break began. A slight breeze shook the emerald leaves in the trees all around me. It was around 5 now and the sky was beginning to develop a beautiful pink and orange haze. Why can't I just keep being a coward and sit out here and watch the sunset or something? I thought. No, I cared about Ansel and I needed to do this. It hurt, seeing him hurt, not that I really wanted to admit it. And I couldn't give a shit less about Johnathan's feelings. SO WHY CAN'T YOU JUST FUCKING DUMP HIM?

I stood up abruptly, whipped out my phone from my pocket, checked my hair in the dark screen, and headed for Ansel's front porch. I knocked once and waited.

Nothing.

I knocked again, louder.

Nothing.

Where was he? He didn't have friends so where the hell was he? Well, maybe he did. He hadn't mentioned any though. UGH.

I jangled the door handle. It was unlocked. No wonder someone broke in you don't lock the damn door, idiot.

I yanked the front door open and stepped inside. It smelled like burning candles and- perfume? Perfume that smelled like ass, in my opinion. It smelled slightly familiar, like I'd smelt it recently. At the fair...

I walked deeper into the house, into the living room. I stood hidden and sightless behind a wall. If I turned my head just the slightest I'd be able to see into the living room, but I didn't want that. There were people in there, sucking face by the sound of it. The girl kept moaning obnoxiously. The guy didn't sound very engrossed in the kissing.

"Ansel..." the girl sighed. My hand shot over my mouth before I could gasp, or scream. I felt more like screaming to be completely honest. It was that Alexa hoe bag and her god awful perfume from the fair, kissing MY Ansel in his living room. How could he stand being that close to her when she smelled like ass perfume?

I peeked around. She was sitting on his stomach and he lay back on couch. She pulled away and looked down at him. My hand gripped the wall, hard, and my blood boiled. She placed his hands on her chest. I gagged. I was going to fucking sick, oh my god. Her eyes shot up and locked with mine.

"What the hell?" she screeched and Ansel pushed her off of him at the sight of me hovering behind the couch.

"Hadley, what- what are you-"

"I seem to have left my- um" I dropped my voice to a loud-whisper and put a hand in front of mouth, "thong here last night. Have you seen it lying around?"

I knew she could still hear and see what I was saying. Ansel laughed nervously.

"Well, this is awkward..." I said. Alexa stood up, looking bewildered.

"I thought you were his dog sitter? Wait- I don't see any dogs...?" she said.

I laughed. "With benefits," I winked at her. What a dumb ass.

"Oh my god..."

"What are you doing here?" Ansel whispered.

"I- uh- don't really remember I was a little blindsided... What is she doing here?" I hissed back.

"Don't do that. Don't act like this is unfair to you. You did the same thing to me."

I sighed. "I know. That's why I came, to apologize, but I don't know so much anymore."

"C'mon-"he set a hand on my forearm.

"I'm gonna go now..." Alexa interjected.

"Yes, please." And she left.

"I was trying to forget about you when I was with Jonathon," I said, firmly.

"So was I! Just now, I wasn't making out with her because I like her! I was trying to get over you!"

"Do you want to get over me? Is this more work than it's worth?"

"Yes and no."

I sighed. "I'm sorry, I guess."

"You guess?" he laughed. "You don't apologize much do you?"

"Never," I explained.

"I'm sorry too."

"What now?" I asked.

"You dump that tool for me."

"I don't want to think about him right now." I pushed Ansel back against the couch. He grinned.

"You're so sexy," he said, laughing slightly.

"Shut up." My lips grazed his neck, his shoulder, his chest. "This shirt is a hazard, it needs to be taken care of right away," I said trying to sound official and shit.

He yanked it off his body and tossed it to the floor.

"Much better..." my voice caught at the sight of him shirtless, again. When I first saw him shooting that gun, I wanted to jump his bones ASAP. Now... I wanted to touch him, learn every part, every crook of his beautiful physique. He cupped his hands over my cheeks. I dipped down and kissed his lips. Those god damned lips would be the death of me. He kissed me hard and profusely, his lips soft and his manner full of need and desire. His hand slid leisurely down to my shoulders, then my waist, then the back of my thighs. My mind was buzzing with apprehension, but it was like my body knew exactly what to do. My legs wrapped around his firm abdomen and my arms around his neck. A door somewhere in the house opened, and once again, we were interrupted.