everytime | noah centineo

33 | don't want you

"You're going on a date?" Noah demanded loudly, storming into Natalia's bedroom unannounced.

Natalia jumped, dropping the dress she had been holding in her hands then turning to face Noah, who stood at the entrance of her bedroom with his adms crossed over his chest. "Who the fuck let you in?"

"You gave me a copy of your key, remember?" He retorded, "Now answer the question."

"Yes, Noah, I'm going on a date." She said with a huff, picking up a robe from her bed and pulling it onto her body. "And you know, I'd appreciate a heads up next time, seeing as I'm in my fucking underwear."

"You barge into my house all the time, how is this any different?" Noah said incredulously, tossing his hands in the air, annoyed, "And why are you going on a date?"

Natalia ran her fingers through her hair frustratedly, "You told me to move on, right? So I am! I got my ass on Tinder and found a hook up for the night, why is that a problem?"

"Its a problem, Natalia, because while you're out here getting ready for another guy, I've been thinking about you nonstop." Noah said angrily, then paused to let out a sigh, his eyes closing to calm his anger before he spoke again, his voice softer than before. "I didn't think you'd try to move on that quick."

Natalia sat down on the bed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't know what you expected to accomplish by coming here. You weren't even supposed to know." She muttered, her gaze affixed to the floor.

"Yeah, Lana told me." He said with a humorless chuckle, his tone coming out cold, "I didn't peg you as being this cold."

"Noah, you don't want me, okay? You want my body, you want the sex and the flirting and the drawer of lingerie that I'll model for you everytime I come over. You want that part of me, not the one that cries when she's PMSing or likes baking when she's bored." Natalia said, her voice faltering as attempted to control her emotions. She could feel tears welling up in her throat, stemming from a mix of anxiety and the bottling up she had been doing.

"You wouldn't want me." She said shakily, her finger brushing against her cheek to wipe at a tear that fell from her eye.

"Yeah, I totally don't want you," Noah began, sarcasm dripping from every word, "I don't want the girl I comforted at two AM just because her favorite character died, I don't want the girl I changed call times for, I don't want the girl I drove two hours for, just because she was craving a specific food. Lets not forget all the times I came over and held you just because you felt lonely or hated or sad."

Noah paused to take in a breath, moving to sit beside Natalia on the bed. "But yeah, I totally don't want you."

Natalia gazed at Noah, taking in his words and the way he was looking at her, then leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, one hand reaching out to grip his shoulder. Noah returned the gentle kiss eagerly, a hand moving to hold her hip as he pulled her closer.

He could feel her body shaking as he tugged her into his lap to deepen the kiss, her knees resting on either side of his legs while her arms went around his waist.

"Don't go to him." Noah whispered breathlessly as they pulled away for air, one hand moving to push a strand of hair behind her ear.

Natalia shook her head, her voice coming out weak, "I don't want him. I don't want anyone but you."

"I don't want you to feel forced into this because I like you, though." Noah said with a low voice, "I want you in this because you want this."

Natalia cupped Noah's chin in her hands, her voice coming out more delicate than she intended. "I'm yours, Noah. I want this, I want you, if you want it."

Noah grinned, leaning in and kissing Natalia once more. She kissed him back, but this time with a different sense of urgency. All their kisses before this one were filled with a need and desire based on lust, but this time it was different. This time, Natalia could feel her body shaking as Noah shifted to place her on the bed, because this time it was real.

She was his now, his to hold and to finally have. He wanted her for so long, and yet in his mind, he never expected her to want him back. Yet here she was, tugging off her robe with trembling hands in his arms and pulling him closer because all she wanted was him, and only him.