Sorry, I Don't Date Singers.

Unkiss me

ADAM POV:

A blinding light hit my closed eyelids and I groaned, tossing in my bed. My big, empty bed, in my big empty house. My head was pounding and I could tell the alcohol from last night wore off. I cracked open my one eye that wasn't smashed into the pillow.

"Shut the damn blinds, Blake." I said as loud as I could with out hurting my head in the process. 

"No Adam. I'm tired of this, the way you're acting is bull. I get you're heart broken, I get Mimi's gone. I miss her too, I really do. But this isn't how she would want you to act, you're drinking is out of control. You freaking reek, your place is a mess. Hell, your dog is staying with me! You're even on leave from this season on The Voice. You're getting out today if it kills you." Blake looked down at me.

"What day is it?" I asked, groaning as I forced myself up and sat on the edge of my bed.

I looked down at my attire to see he was right, I was a mess. I was in dirt basketball shorts along with a stained red t shirt. My hair was long and sticking up every which way. My beard was patchy and over grown. 

"Tuesday."

"No, I mean the actual date." I growled, cranky at my aching head.

"Here, take this." He handed me a glass of water and what I assume to be a pain killer.

I gladly took them both, wanting to soothe the dry dessert that was my throat and cease the pounding in my head. I looked to him after taking it, waiting for my answer. 

"It's November fourth. Two thousand fourteen in case you wanted that much information."

I would have rolled my eyes if I hadn't been in such shock. It was already November? That means..

"She's been gone for six months." I barely whispered as I gripped the edge of the bed, looking at the floor.

I felt the bed dip next to me and a hand on my shoulder, "It'll be okay, Adam. You'll find someone else, you're Adam Levine for christ sake. Every girl wants you."

He tried to cheer me up but did a poor job, I wanted Mimi. I wanted my best friend.

"She's just another girl Adam. Sure, she was different. But nothing that isn't waiting around the corner for you again. You tried to get her, you tried multiple times. Sometimes you just don't win them all. It happens."

I sat there, agreeing yet disagreeing with his words. They brought me back to the day she came to get her things. I was standing in her doorway watching her pack things, my chest heavy at the sight.

"You don't have to leave, you know." I said for the tenth time.

"You know I do Adam." She sighed, not even looking at me.

"He's not right for you." I told her, my anger getting the better of me.

Her head snapped to mine, "Don't start that shit Adam, I am not in the mood."

"It's true. I could take care of you and love you better than anyone." I ground out.

She stood from where she kneeled over her suitcase, "You don't know me Adam. And I don't need someone to take care of me. I love Justin for who he is, and he loves me for me. What is so wrong with that? Can't you be happy for me? You're my best friend, and I'm sorry I don't.. I don't feel the same about you and I'm sorry I hurt you. But I need to leave, and you know why."

She knelt back down and closed her suitcase, leaving very few things behind. She walked passed me and down the stairs, I followed right along with her. Before she could go out the front door I shut it, pinning her between the door and my body. Her small frame only reached to my chest as I stared down at her, the one thing I needed to call mine and couldn't have. She was so close, her breathe fanned my face. All I wanted to do was caress her cheek, take her upstairs and hold her in my bed while she told me it was me she wanted all along.

"Let me leave Adam." She softly spoke to me.

"You're an idiot." I mumbled down to her.

"What did you just call me?" She glared at me, and I'll be damned if she wasn't adorable with her brows furrowed like that.

"You heard me. You know why you're choosing him over me?" I matched her glare with one of my own as I thought about it.

"I do, but care to enlighten me." She egged me on.

"Because he's safe, you know he'll never leave you or do anything wrong. He has everything planned out, probably even your wedding day by now. He has his life going exactly the way he wants it to, and you love the security. You don't want me because you'd be taking a chance. You're afraid I'll leave you, because I can tell you've lost someone before and I think you're afraid to lose me too. But you can't lose me if you don't pick me, now can you? You're a coward." I spat, knowing only half of what I said was true.

I let my own anger and fear of her walking out the door get the better of me. She glared up at me with such intensity I wanted to squirm under her gaze. The fact that I had a couple drinks before she came over wasn't helping. Her small hand came up and connected with my jaw, causing my head to turn to the right slightly. I held her wrists and pinned them to the door.

"You're drunk, and you need to let me go." She growled.

"No, I'm not. You're mine, I love you! Don't you see that? I've loved you ever since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I'd do anything, be anything for you. But that's not enough is it?" I knew I wouldn't hurt her, I could never hurt the most precious thing to me, I just couldn't see her walk away either.

"I. Don't. Love. You." She growled, looking up at me. "Now get the fuck off me before I yell for Vince, he and Kap are right in the driveway. So get off me Levine, before a law suit gets involved."

I don't know what hurt worse, the fact that she called me Levine as if it tasted like poison on her lips, or the fact she threated me with a restraining order. I held her gaze for a moment before letting her go, I took a few steps back and turned around. Not wanting to see the love of my life walk out the door before I even had a chance to properly love her.

"I'll always love you. I'm going to wait for you, I'll be here when he breaks your heart." I mumbled, not really sure if she could hear a word I said.

"Good bye, Adam." She said so quiet, I could barely hear her.

I heard her set something on the counter and then the door opened and closed. A tear escaped my eye as I looked to what was placed on the counter. It was her key. She really wasn't coming back, and I don't think a part of me was ever going to accept that.

Sorry for the wait, I had a case of writter's block for this story. I will try hard to update this once a week or more! Let me know whatcha think :)