I waited till she was asleep and she was calmed down.i stroked her hair and placed the loose strands behind her ear.
My finger traced her beautiful features on her face.my mind is still racing about the kiss we just shared. It wasn't a mistake surely. Because it was slow and meaningful. To me anyways. She probably doesn't even see me like that. I've always been there for her and she has always been there for me. It might be a bit weird for her. I don't know.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding until now and kissed frans head. I pulled the blankets over her turned the lights out and shut the door quietly.
I went to the other room next door. There's too fucking many in this house. I climbed onto the bed and placed my hand inside the lamp to get the key to the drawers. I unlocked the draw and took out my box. I took my box and walked upstairs and went onto the roof to relax myself.
I took out my phone and took a picture of the night and shared it on my Instagram story
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I checked my phone to see the time. Shit 5:30am. I finished off the last of my blunt and threw it off the balcony as always.
I went into the bathroom and swirled mouthwash into my mouth so fran wouldn't smell me and judge me
I could hear a faint voice like they was in need of help."George I'm sorry. You hurt me and I had to show everyone what I was going through"
Who the fuck is George?
"I loved you. But your type of Love was rough"
Who is fran talking about ? She's never mentioned a George before
"I know that you didn't know what was going to happen at that party. You said yourself your glad I got raped. It taught me a lesson"
The pillow was damp. She was crying.
I can't tell her I know about George because she would have told me if she wanted me to know. I knew she had a bad relationship but not this fucking bad.
But I need to know.
I slowly shake her shoulders and whisper down her ear. "Fran". She didn't hear me. "Babe wake up ". She slowly opened her eyes turned around and seen my face. "Wait. Kian we didn't - you know?" "No fran we didn't have sex" I tiredly laugh off "Then why am I in your bed?"she asked perplexed. "Because you wanted me to come and comfort you. But I went out of the room and I could hear you saying someone's name" I lied. I can't tell her that I know about George.it will make her feel a whole lot worse. So I decided to tell her that she was just saying his name.
She looked at me panicking
I walked across the room to check the time on my phone and it was 6am.
"Fran it's 6 in the morning go to sleep" I said putting the blankets over her
"Okay" She said after thinking for a minute.
I climbed into the bed and took my shirt off cause I was too hot. Fran turned around and gasped. "Oh wow" she said looking at my now exposed chest.
" Goodnight Kian" She whispered. Fuck I turned to her side of the bed and kissed her on the head "Goodnight beautiful" I could feel her face turning into a smile
