Crumbling Love

Part 5.

<Flash Back>

“Are you ok? You’ve been in quite a lot of deep thought since you’ve been out.”

“Yeah, just think about my past.”

“Oh.”

“yeah.” I looked away.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Err.. It’s just about my ex.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s must be like 4 years since I broke up with him. He cheated on me with my so called best friend. I caught them in his bed fully naked and he said it’s not what it looks like. I called Emily a slut and I punched her and kicked him and walked off. Never saw him again. He doesn’t know I moved to London, well I don’t think so.”

“He’s sounds like a prick.”

“Yeah he is.”

“Well, I would never do that to you.” James said setting those butterflies in my stomach to flutter.

“Thanks” I blushed.

Then I started to lean in, and he did the same. Our lips were inches a part.

“Can I?” I whispered 

“Of course” he replied.

Our lips touch and we then were in sync.

5 minutes later we pulled away; he grabbed my hand and took me towards his bedroom.

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Waking up was the hardest thing to do, for two reasons; 1. The bed was too warm to get out. 2. James had his arm wrapped around my waist, which was sort of nice. What I’m I kidding it was perfect. I turned slowly to face James’ who was fast asleep. Slowly I examined James’ perfect face and body; His closed eyes that flutter, his pink swollen lips sort of pouting, his well-built chest moving in rhythm with his breathing. He was perfect. Even if he was an absolute annoying little prat, he’s still a faultless man. At times.

“Morning “James croaked interrupting my thoughts.

“Morning” I smiled.

“How long have you been a wake for?”

“About an hour”

“Should of woken me up” He said stretching to a sitting position.

“You looked peaceful so I didn’t, sorry”

“So you were staring at me whilst I was asleep”

“I wouldn’t say that, I would say admiring you whilst you’re asleep.” 

“Come here” he said leaning in to kiss me. His lips were extremely soft; usually men’s lips are really ruff like Clark. James was carefully when he kissed me, he didn’t bite me or anything else that was disgusting or ruins the kiss. On the other hand, Clark when we usually kissed, he made my lip bleed so I had a fat lip for two days, people thought I was hit. 

I don’t understand why all these memories are coming back to me now. Is it because I’m happy at last or maybe... oh I don’t know. 

An hour later, we finally got out of bed and got changed. James was in the kitchen getting a drink whilst I was sitting on the sofa, I went to check my phone but I was scared. 

What if there is another text.

Still. I’ll check it.

One new message; “You be careful, princess. Don’t want that pretty little head getting bumped. Again.”

The only person that called me princess was; my dad, my mum, my grandma and...Clark. Clark would call me princess when he was angry with me. 

It’s all adding up. 

“Lily you ok?”

“Think I know who is sending me these text messages.” I said staring towards the window which was in front of me.

“Who?”

“Clark” I said turning my head to face James.

“Right, let me get the laptop and will sort the clues.”

So we sat at the dinner table to sort the clues out.

 “Clark used to call me princess, and when he did it was when he was angry with me for the simplest things like forgetting to buy butter or going shopping without telling him. And after shouting at me, he would slap me, grab my hair, kick me in the stomach and punch me. I was his punch bag at home and Emily was his sex slave. When I found out that he was cheating on me that was the first time I kicked him. I didn’t get my stuff, so he’s probably gone through it, to look for clues. He knew I always wanted to go London so he’s probably started off with that. He can hack in to people’s Facebook’s so he’s probably increased his skills and found out how to hack other stuff.”

“right.” James said noting everything down. “Shall we go and visit this Clark man?”

“What…he’ll recognise me.”

“Well I guess you’ll have to wear a disguise.” As he said this he walked towards a suitcase and magically pulled out a blonde wig, fake nails and fake eyelashes.

“I’ll look like a slapper.”

“No you won’t, you’ll beautiful, like you do now.”

“Thanks” I said blushing.

I walked towards the bedroom to reform myself. Now I look strangely different. The wig disguises my black long hair perfectly.

Strutting out of the bedroom, I twirled in front of James. 

“Well?”

“You look stunningly sexy.”

“Why thank you, let’s go.”

James opened the door, to let me past. 

Time to confront Clark. But for some reason I feel like something is about to crumble.

A/N: i know it's short but i would love it if i had some feedback...feels like this story won't get any love...oh well.