Magic between us || Fillie

Hold You In My Arms

Millie was sitting cross-legged on a twin sized bed, scrolling through her phone as she waited for the rugby match that her boyfriend was watching, to come to an end. She wasn't annoyed at him for doing that, knowing it was, in a way, his homework. It was what he had to do in order to get better at playing rugby, to learn more. And, as a hard-worker herself, she appreciated that quality of his.

As the time dragged on, she became really immersed in her phone, aimlessly looking through photos and videos her friends had recently posted. She was too focused on it to notice the bed creaking as her boyfriend leaned towards her. She looked up at him only the moment he took her phone from her hands, taking her completely by surprise, and settled it down next to her. 

He put his arms on either side of her and pressed his lips into hers, pushing her down onto her back, climbing over her. He kissed her firmly, enjoying the taste of her lips mixed with the chocolate she had just had. She relaxed after a while, surrendering to his embrace and allowed his tongue to explore her mouth.

Her hands were tied around his neck, as his own ran along the sides of her body, making her squirm with a bit of discomfort as she knew where this was heading to. His lips trailed down her jaw, to her neck, leaving wet kisses along the way. By the time his lips passed her collarbone, she pressed her trembling hand on his chest.

'Joseph', she whispered with a shaky breath, gently pushing him away.

'Alright, alright', he said, sounding quite agitated, 'I'll stop'.

He got off of her in a haste, sitting down on his bed. He let out a loud breath whilst running his hand through his trimmed hair.

'Don't be mad, Joe, I'm sorry', Millie said quietly and got up herself, adjusting her disheveled shirt.

'You always do this, Millie. Every single time. I just don't understand', he responded, his voice slightly higher than normal.

'I'm just not ready, I'm sorry', she mumbled self-consciously, her eyes filling with tears as she looked down at her hands, nervously playing with her fingers.

Just as Joseph was about to say something, her phone pinged, indicating a new message in the 'Stranger Text' group. She shakily picked it up and opened the text, an involuntary smile spreading across her face.

That smile was short-lived as her phone was abruptly grabbed from her hands. She didn't even bother to fight about it because she knew it was pointless. She looked at his face changing colors as he read out several messages Finn had just sent.

'Is he the reason you're not ready?', he asked grimly as he gazed up at her.

'Wha- What are you talking about?', she stuttered out confusedly. The texts she had just gotten were completely innocent, and had everything to do with the read-through that was coming up, nothing that could've jarred that idea in his mind.

'Don't act stupid right now', he exclaimed, 'I know you have feelings for him and as for him... well, I don't like the way he looks at you, like you-'

'Joseph, I don-', she started, but he interrupted her straight away by grabbing her wrists tightly and pulling her towards him.

'Don't even try to deny it! You're waiting for him, isn't it? You're waiting for him to want to be with you and that's why you won't have sex with me', he bellowed, tightening his hold on her, before adding, 'Well, guess what, he'll never want to be with you, Millie! If you let him, he'll just fuck you and leave you, and you know it. You know I'm right'.

Millie stood up fast in her bed, breathing heavily whilst looking around, checking her surroundings. She subconsciously rubbed her wrists as she got up and put on her pink 'Justin Bieber' slippers with little smiley faces on them. As she opened the door of her room, she was greeted by the rest of the darkened trailer and the sound of Finn's light breathing.