Summer Shadows • Bobby Love Island

1.4 Heartbreak Hotel

"Christ Sake Iris, stop sitting down." Bobby sighed as I folded my legs on the cold London road. "I wanna go home Bobby." I whimpered and he smiled sadly at me; trying to help me up. "The Boarders that great huh?" He asked and I shook my head. I lifted my self up and leant my weight on him, "Glasgow." I spoke and I felt his eyes burn holes into the side of my face. "Glasgow's home to me." I mumbled out and he gripped my elbow harder, not speaking a word.
"Let's discuss this at the hotel." He sighed and I frowned at him. "Discuss what? There's nothing to be discussed Bobby." I harshly spoke. "What more is there to be said?" Following up my previous comment.
"Iris neither of us properly talked about it." He simply said and continued escorting me to the hotel.
I yanked my arm from his grip.
"Who were you dancing with." I questioned him and he reached towards me before pulling his hand back. "I never got her name." He said rubbing the back of his neck.
I rolled my eyes, thinking of possible ways to leave him and this conversation before we both got hurt worse.
"Iris, I never got closure." He spoke and I twisted round, meeting his amber eyes. The were bright under the street lights and were filled with sadness and longing.
"Bobby I can't do this." I said and walked off away from him. "Iris! No come back you can't be alone in this state!" He yelled and I heard his footsteps on the pavement following me. I needed to loose him fast, walking faster as I tried to sober up, my foot tripped over a curb as I crossed the road and I stumbled before dashing down a side road and emerging on a busy street.
I entered a takeaway and watched from the open window as Bobby looked around before following the road up and disappearing. Can I get you anything?" The guy asked from behind the counter. "Eh yeah a portion of chips please?" I said suddenly hungry.

Half an hour later, I'd eaten my food and followed my google maps to the hotel. I frowned as my vision spun, apparently no more sober than I was earlier. Pushing open the doors and entering the glamorous hotel with the squeaky marble floors, I'd crossed the floor towards the elevators when a shape bounced up from the couch beside me. "Iris?" It asked and I cursed under my breath, rolling my eyes again as I looked at Bobby. "Can't seem to get rid of you can I?" I asked and he laughed. "You know I'm sticker than jam Lass." He replied and I quickly hid my smile. "Alright let's get you to your room." He sighed and walked away, I quickly followed behind, pleased he'd waited.

Pressing my room card into the door and opening it, I spun round to look at his freckled face. "I'm sorry about earlier do you want to come in and talk about it?" I asked sheepishly. "Yeah nows a good time as any." He said and came into the room, immediately laying back on my bed. I dropped myself into the cushy cream armchair and kicked off my heels.
"So... Glasgow's your home?" Bobby asked looking up at the ceiling. I took a deep breath in and exhaled it out; twisting my hands. "Yeah it is." I said.
"Why's that?" Was the reply. "When I moved there with you after we won, I was nervous. I'd never lived with a serious boyfriend before. But it was so beautiful and that apartment was home to me. I loved it, loved you, loved the awful beige curtains and the slightly squint bookshelf. I loved that I filled it with house plants and you named them all. Loved that we got to go shopping for our life together in Glasgow." I explained, tears brimming in my eyes. Bobby pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked at me. "Iris - that apartment was it for me. I'd never been so inlove with somebody before and it made my feelings so much deeper when we lived together. So I'm so glad you think Glasgow's your home, I tried so hard to make it your home." He said, staring right at me. A tear slipped down my face and I brushed it away quickly. "I miss it." I sadly laughed, looking away. "I miss you." He said and I flashed him a 'don't' look.
"Bobby do you remember the mornings where you make pancakes and I'd play David Bowie and clean the kitchen around you." I said and he nodded, getting up off the bed. "They were perfect." I sighed out. "Aye they were, except the one time we were making out on the counter and I brunt them and the smoke alarm went off." He laughed and I burst out laughing at the memory of that day. "Iris I'm still inlove with you." He suddenly said and I snapped my head back. "What? Christ Bobby you're coming out with it all tonight." I breathed out, cautiously watching him approach me. "I know that it's been like a year since things went wrong for us but I can't forget you, move on, stop loving you." He said and gently reached out, stroking my face. I reached my hand up to grasp onto the hand he was holding my face with. "Bobby, I'm not over you either; but are you sure still love -" I started and was cut off when he bent his face down to mine and brushed his lips over mine. "It is love I still feel for you." He whispered and I shook my head, his other hand coming down to the back of my head. "We shouldn't." I said and then pressed our lips together.
He kissed me back instantly, pulling my bottom lip in between his teeth and I softly moaned. I reached my hand up to his locks, running my hands through them. He deepened the kiss and I let him, opening my mouth more so our tounges could meet. He moved his mouth down to my neck and I groaned, his tongue tracing over my collarbones. He moved his hand from the back of my head down to my breast and dipped his hand inside my low cut dress. "Fucking hell I've wanted to do this all day." He huskily spoke and I felt heat rush between my legs. He felt my hard nipple instead of my bra and looked up at me. "Cheeky. No bra." He said and went back to it. "Bobby. Bed." I mumbled out and stood up, stumbling across to the bed, laying down on it, my dress riding up exposing the bottom of my silk thong. His eyes darkened and he leaned down on me, pulling my breasts out of my dress and then pushing the bottom of it up to my stomach. He took a nipple into his mouth and ran his finger up my slit through my panties with his other hand. "Awww..." I moaned out and he pushed them aside, stroking my clit. I moaned loudly and opened my eyes to look at Bobby; who had moved to kissing lower and lower on my body. I looked at his crotch and his trousers didn't hide his large erection, straining to come out.
I moved my legs, pulled the dress over my head as Bobby wriggled my pants down my legs; pushing my legs apart. His dark eyes took in my soaked folds, hot clit and he looked up at me. "I wanna taste you." He said dipping his head to kiss the side of my thigh. "Please do it." I groaned out. And he licked right up from my hole to my clit, as I gripped his hair again. I rocked my hips against his face as I felt my stomach tighten and moaned out loudly, eyes closed in utter bliss.
"Ah Bobby. I'm gonna-" I started saying but being interrupted by his fingers slipping into me and pumping up and down. "Cum!" I shout as I finally release on his fingers and try to push his head away. He doesn't budge and continues sucking my clit, holding my body in place while his name tumbles from my lips.

Eventually he moves up the bed and lies beside me, heads touching. The feeling in my stomach has been replaced with dread and I wipe my brow. "That shouldn't have happened." I finally say and I feel him stiffen up. "Sorry what?" He asks and I sigh, turning to face him. "Bobby that was a mistake, we aren't together anymore and aren't ever going to be again okay?" I say and he looks so lost for a moment I almost take back my words and kiss him.
But I didn't.
I watched him get up of the bed and grab his coat. "Well if that's how you feel." Is all he says before he leaves, the door closing softly behind him.

I cried myself to sleep that night.